"You're a nobody because you pushed everyone away, thinking that they're going to hate you once they see you for who you are." The black wolf explained.

"I didn't ask for this curse...and my magic!" Shadow retorted.

"Look, being a Necromancer may be bad, but it's also good."

"How do you mean?"

"It's you that has to find out what those qualities are."

Shadow sighed as he stared at the floor. "I still hate myself for the cursed I've raised. She would send me to lure live people into her trap....only so that she can kill them. It's easier for Scarlett to fully control someone if they're DEAD. I didn't want it to happen, but she would've done worse to me..... I'm not a good person." He whined.

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The black wolf nodded. "Sometimes people hurt others to keep the bad people from hurting THEM."

Shadow looked at him and spoke softly. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you need to apologize to, it's your friends."

"Not you?"

"I've been around since the very beginning, when she first started all of this chaos."

"You?" Shadow looked at him curiously. "What happened to you?"

The black wolf sighed. "I was the first one cursed, she was a good witch back then. When I upset her, she changed me as well as herself. I've tried to run for help, but....everyone was too scared of not only me, but what she did to me."

"Oh. What did you do to upset her?"

The black wolf shook his head. "I don't remember."