Hello everyone, sorry I have been gone for almost a month. Something personal came up and took up most of my time and completely killed my motivation to write. I'm trying to slowly get back into my rhythm again so that I can keep on posting new chapters out. As I mentioned before on my other story, 'Liberators' I will be making the chapters longer including this story that I am currently going to be working on. So far I'm only going to make it short for the first few chapters since I don't know if this will actually do good.

Liberators is going to be updated after this chapter of Necromancer. Not right after but later. I wanted to start putting up more stories so that I don't get bored writing on the same one over and over. It was kind of getting a bit frustrating.

Again I apologize for the absence and hopefully this story is quite enjoyable to all of you. Those who are new, check out my other story and tell me how it is. Remember to leave comments!

Okay, now let's get this show on the road!

In Remnant, everyone is divided by classes. The family that you are born in can also determine the outcome of one's class. Knights, Mages, Assassins, and many more. There are even a few undocumented classes within Remnant. Those would be considered special. Then there are those who are deemed to be a blight to Remnant. Dark classes is what they are regularly called. These classes are deemed to be curses. One's that should not exists because they defy the laws of nature. They are said to bring unbalance to the entire class system.

Witch, Savage, Shapeshifter, Illusionist, Thief… Necromancer, and many more. These classes are considered to be outright wrong simply because of what they can do. What made things worse was the fact that anyone can see their class name at the top of anyone's head. It was as if the gods wanted everyone in the world to know what you were and what you were capable of.

Your life would be considered a living hell if you were to be one of these classes. Your life would be littered with sleepless nights and beatings. Not even the guards would help a downed Thief, or any other dark class. They would even get away with murdering these people. But within the very few that survive, would grow real monsters from within. They would grow and show the world just what their class can do and be the monsters that society had painted them.

But why is all this important?

That's because I am a…

"Hello Mr. Arc," greeted a grey haired man with dark robes and a green scarf around his neck. The robes were all the way down below his knees. His sleeves ran down to his wrists. On his left hand he held a staff with an orb at the top. Glasses decorated his face. Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy.

Alongside him who was considered to be Vale's most powerful mage, Glynda Goodwitch. She wore a black robe that hugged her figure a bit with white trims and a purple vest that reached down to her waist with a hood attached. Her hood was currently down, letting her beautiful blonde hair to be seen. Her piercing green eyes bored into the back of Jaune's head who was currently seated in front of Headmaster Ozpin. If looks can kill… Jaune would be long gone.

Wondering why she wants to kill little old Jaune?

The reason was because… Jaune Arc is a Necromancer. That is why Jaune was personally called into Beacon Academy alone, away from prying eyes. So that they may deal with the… issue. Jaune didn't want to go to Beacon in the first place but his parents urged him so that he can keep his powers in check, and what better way than to send their child in a place filled with other classes that can rip him to shreds in an instant because of being a necromancer. Yup. Perfect.

Jaune didn't want to socialize either because of the constant threats he received as a child from other children. This made him more of an outcast than anything. Being thrown into an environment filled with many people was a bit overwhelming when it came to Jaune. Especially if you are considered to be the blight of Remnant.

"Now Glynda, please be courteous as he has yet to have done wrong," replied Ozpin. He can tell by the atmosphere that Glynda was not happy. Actually that was an understatement. She was full on pissed off because of his presence. Must have had a bad run in with a dark class or she was raised to hate them with all her being.

"Key word 'yet,'" she replied. She pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose and lessened her glare.

"Now Mr. Arc, you do know why I have called you over… privately?" Ozpin asked.

"I-it is because of my class… right?" Jaune said while stuttering a bit. The atmosphere was a bit suffocating considering that one of them wants to kill you.

"Yes, that is the reason why I've called you up. You do understand what your class means, correct?

"Y-yes, I-I have the ability to… bring back the… the dead," Jaune said hesitantly. Just talking about what he can do is a bit uncomfortable considering the fact that he can literally play with the dead.

"And you are aware of the hostility that one like you receives, correct," he asked.

Jaune's eyes slowly glanced to Ms. Goodwitch who without a doubt was still glaring at him. His eyes quickly looked to the ground, trying to find anything that was interesting. "Yes."

Ozpin chuckled a bit as he looked between Glynda and Jaune. 'Seems she is going to have a favorite student now, how I pity the boy.' He smiled and continued to question the boy.

"And you still want to attend this institution? Despite what can possibly happen to you?"

"Well… no, but… more like my parents said that I would be better off with people keeping an eye on me… if that makes sense." Jaune said.

"Hm, that I do understand. It is a wise decision to have watchful eyes to keep you from… reviving the dead. But you are aware that you will be treated as if you were a threat? We will keep an eye on you and if there are reports of a necromancer using their abilities, you are the first suspect. This will feel like a prison to you. There will be teachers who will be cold towards you. I for one know that the last thing I want is for someone to feel as if they are against the world. To feel that they are living a life bound in chains." He said.

"I will not force nor bound you to follow what I say. It would be inhumane for me to do so. Others will not care so I ask you again… do you want to attend Beacon Academy." Ozpin questioned.

Jaune was currently thinking. He was thinking of all the possibilities that this whole thing would go south. Of all the things he would have to deal with once he has to connect with people. After a minute of thinking he decided.

"Yes… I would like to attend Beacon Academy. It shouldn't be much of a difference since I'm used to it." Jaune said with a sigh.

Ozpin smiled sadly. 'No child should ever utter such words.'

After that, Ozpin discussed with him that he will have a talk with all of the staff in Beacon. After, he will be sent back home and wait until the day before the ceremony. He was told that the entrance ceremony will be held in one week. Until then he would wait and an escort will be sent to him to bring him back to Beacon.

Night has settled and Jaune was currently in a bullhead that was on its way to his home. He could tell that the pilot was nervous as he kept glancing at Jaune every now and then. Jaune continued to look out the window, not even bothering to look at the pilot. The shattered moon shone bright in the night sky. It was one of the ways that Jaune would cope with all of the things going on. He would just stare at the moon.

"Arc…" Jaune whispered. The Arc family has been known to give birth to strong knights. A family filled with powerful heroes that can put others to shame. A family of knights. Knights. Why was he born a necromancer when he obviously came from a family line of knights?

Jaune's birth caused many problems at first. When the title first appeared on his head, his mother was accused with sleeping with another man. It would be a reasonable explanation but… after the blood testing and procedures, Jaune was in fact son of Nicholas and Juniper Arc. This caused confusion to the rest of the family. Jaune's sisters were all born knights so why wasn't he? The mystery is still unsolved to this day.

Despite being a necromancer Jaune's parents still loved him. His sisters… were somewhat hesitant. Even till this day they seems to prefer calls than to meet Jaune in person. It was… sad. But what can he do?

Without realizing how much time had passed, the ship landed. Seems he dozed of more than he thought. He quickly thanked the pilot and made his way out of the bullhead.

As soon as he walked out, whispers were tossed around from afar. 'Here we go again,' Jaune thought as he made his way through the town. He put his hood on to at least hide away the stares at his face. Jaune wore a black double breasted coat that ended at his calves and had a hood attached to it. He wore black pants with black combat boots and also wore black fingerless gloves. If he was a dark class might as well look the part.

He quickly made it through and stopped in front of his house. The house was big. At least for twelve people to live in. Jaune's hand dove into his pocket and pulled out a key. He put the key in, turned it, and pushed the door forward.

Once he made his way inside, he could her the dishes being washed. 'Seems they just finished eating,' he thought. He made his way through the living room and into the kitchen. His mother was the first person he saw in the kitchen washing the dishes. One of his sisters, Coral, was talking with her. He made his way towards them.

As soon as Coral saw Jaune approaching she gave him a strained smile and left to her room in a hurry. Jaune let out a long sigh.

"Oh, Jaune, you're home!" My mother turns around and greets me. Seems that she was trying to cover up the fact that Coral just left in a hurry… away from him. Out of all the siblings, she was the one to see his ability up close. He didn't blame her. It was quite a frightening image for someone at a young age.

"Hey mom, just got back... guess Coral and the rest aren't happy to see me huh," Jaune said looking a bit dejected. The girls are usually around their mother but when Jaune is around, they tend scatter around doing other things.

"Don't worry about that Jaune, I'll have another talk with the-," she said before she was interrupted by Jaune.

"Don't worry mom, it's okay. Forcing them is only going to make things worse. On the other hand where is dad, gotta tell him that Beacon is willing to accept me… only if I follow the guidelines that they'll be giving me," Jaune said.

"Hmm… I'm glad Ozpin is doing us this favor. I… I know you didn't want this Jaune but… we just want you to be in a place where you can be safe. Where there will be people looking after you." Juniper said.

"Safe? More like half the school would like to kill me when they get the chance then yeah! Sure!" Jaune said sarcastically.

"Jaune don't start. Geez, I wonder where you got that sass from." She shook her head

"If only I knew," he said rolling his eyes. Both of them had smiles on their faces.

"So where is dad?"

"Looking for me?" said a voice from the back door. He stood half a foot taller than Jaune. It was as if you were basically looking at a grown-up Jaune with facial hair and muscles. He wore a black tight sleeveless shirt defining his muscles that also covered most of his neck. He wore black pants and combat boots with armor over the boots. Seems he just got back from a hunt. Nicholas Arc.

Despite being born a necromancer, his father showered him with the same amount of love that his sisters received. That is one of the reasons why he loves his mother and father so much. They were his world, the only reason why he found living a blessing. The love of a parent. Despite being born a necromancer, he was lucky to be born with such loving parents.

"Hey dad," Jaune greeted.

"Jaune! How did it go?" Nicholas asked.

"It was a bit scary but overall it was okay."

"I'm glad… I really am," Nicholas said.

"Next week is the opening ceremony, they are going to have someone pick me up and head over there. I'm glad I don't have to be cramped with other people at the moment. Hehe," Jaune said, chuckling nervously.

"That's good. More time to train then. And this time… no safe word. Since you will be going to an academy that faces the creatures of grimm, it is necessary for you to at least know how to take them down." Nicholas said sternly.

Ah, that's right. Despite calling for the dead to do the killing for Jaune… Jaune refused to use it. After the incident with his sister… Jaune didn't want to use his ability, so… he had his father teach him how to use a blade. Jaune couldn't wield a sword because he was not a knight but was able to get the hang of a blade. Smaller in size, almost like an assassins blade and because Jaune has been training with a blade and not his ability, he was able to increase his stats above the requirement for entry in Beacon.

"Ah man, but last time I checked I was good," Jaune complained. "I'm level 18."

"Good enough for Beacon… but not me," he said. Welp. Jaune was screwed at this point.

"Uuuugh, fine." Jaune said.

"Alright then, we'll start tomorrow. It's best if we get some sleep because you are waking up early tomorrow." Nicholas said pointing at Jaune.

"Alright… goodnight, both of you," Jaune said making his way upstairs. He spotted one of his sisters in the hallway. Amber. As soon as she saw Jaune she quickly made her way to her room and closed the door a little too fast. Jaune sighed. He opened the door to his room, closed it and flopped into his bed.

This was going to be a long week.

(6 Days Later)

Jaune was now getting his things into the bullhead. His parents were there making sure that he didn't forget anything. Not even his onesie. Oh my god that onesie. He promised to burn the thing when he gets the chance. His sisters on the other hand… they weren't there. They came up with some excuses of work or finishing up their homework. Knowing mom, they were in for one hell of a talk.

"I'm gonna miss my baby boy! So grown up, can't you believe it Nicky?" Juniper said with tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Yes. Good luck Jaune. It will be hard at first but hang in there. If there is one thing I know about you is that you never waver. Stay head strong." Nicholas said embracing his son.

"Alright dad, mom, thanks… both of you," Jaune said embracing both in one huge hug. "I love you both, and my sisters."

After letting go, Jaune made his way inside the bullhead. He turned and waved one final goodbye. 'This is it,' Jaune thought. The bullhead started to ascend. He looked out of the window to see his parents waving at him, but what caught his attention was the figures waving far in the distance. His sisters. Jaune was a bit shocked but he then smiled lovingly and accepted the goodbye. Despite them fearing him, they were still sister's on the inside.

Jaune now had resolve. He was going to do his best to show the world that he wasn't a monster, to show that he wasn't this dark being. He would prove them wrong!

"Time to head to Beacon Academy," Jaune said.

(One Hour Later)

"Um sir, please you have to get off," said the pilot, unsure if this was actually happening.

"NO! IM NOT READY!" Jaune said holding on to the seat. Jaune's anxiety spiked up to new levels the moment he had to go and face other people.

…Yup!

Stats:

[Necromancer]

Jaune Arc: Lvl. 23

HP: [1150/1150]

MP: [5000/5000]

POW: [C244]

RES: [D094]

SPD: [C351]

MAG: [B448]

WILL: [B418]

Abilities:

[Call of the Dead]: Attempts to raise dead body as loyal servant. Have to be used within 15 minutes of targets death. If target was more than 5 levels higher than Necromancer, chance of success diminish sharply with each level.

Well hopefully you guys enjoyed the new story. This was one of my ideas that I literally wanted to start writing as soon as I started 'Liberators.' I will explain how the stat system works in later chapters and if you guys see a mistake on how I do the stats, let me know!

Well then, I guess I will be working on the other story and I'll make sure to also update this one. Depending on how it goes… I'll keep on posting new chapters. Hopefully you all crave more.

Until then!

Thanlok out!