Death magic

Erik groaned as he lifted himself from the dirt.
"The apology is mine Tiella, I had sensed an odd feeling to your magic, but was to late in warning."
Feeling a cold weight around his neck, he felt a chain around him.
On impulse, he ripped the necklace from him, the zealous rage appearing momentarily before he threw the pendant and cowered from it.
"Who placed that on me?"
To his surprise, he almost begged the question.
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Dyvia watched in horror as Erik tore the chain of her one gift from her parents.
Catching it before it hit the dirt, she faced the Jotun with her own fury.
"You blooming sod! This here is the last thing I have from me parents and you just ruined it!!"
Sulking away, she kept collecting the peices she found from the ground.
Erik sat stunned at the dwarfs reaction, residual fear and regret plain on his face.
"I'm sorry Dyvia."
But his apology fell on deaf ears.