The sky darkened some more and she could smell rain but not a single drop fell.
Fiona shivered, the air around her seemed much cooler as a light breeze wafted through the surrounding trees making long, thin shadows.
What should have been broad daylight was getting darker by the minute, she didn't know much about magic.
She figured if the necromancer was capable of controlling dead bodies wasn't it possible for him to manipulate the weather as well a practitioner of the dark arts.
Shadows seem to add to the ominous atmosphere and she couldn't shake that feeling despite the necromancer being on the run.
She felt like she was still being observed but if not by the dark magician then who?
The more she walked in the direction the other went it wasn't lost on her that they were heading closer to the cemetery.
