"You won't believe me if I tell you," He sneaked in a smirk at the mention of those words.
"I can't believe your answer if you haven't told it yet. Hit me."
Explaining my world to a man with a bare understanding of how Science works are amusing and a bore. He'd listen to my explanation about cars or how cellphones can communicate messages from the other side of the world via machines in the sky. He'd laugh and proclaim that the things I told him were preposterous. He'd call it a mad raving of a boy who barely had breakfast. He'd jape more but then he'll ask for more technological marvels between bites of venison.
"Carriage that pulls on its own? Pah!" He laughed.
I ended my story with how I died and met god. I told him about the powers he gave me and how I found myself in my current predicament.
"Do you believe me now?"
"Your story is entertaining but believe? I'll do when I see it. However, the thing you mentioned about taking over the body of another is in the realm of reality. I haven't seen it but there are stories within my circle about Necromancers taking over bodies of corpses. Sometimes children. Old Haafgar told us that he used to have a friend named Lokar. Lokar hasn't touched a tome nor a scroll of scripture his entire life. He said that the fool doesn't even know how to decipher letters. One day, he was hired by a necromancer down by Amon's pass. Lokar was specifically sought out for reasons unknown. The necromancer paid good coin and paid another so that only Lokar can take the request. Not a week later, Lokar came back with his ax and shield gone. He's wearing a mage cloak and talked like the necromancer. He came back to unlist his name in the guild so that the others would not look for him. He even left his family to the mud so that he could live in a mountain. Old Haafgar believed he was killed and his body is overtaken by the necromancer to extend his life. Haafgar and I sought him out in the mountains and saw him reading tomes and summoning the dead."
"What happened next?"
"Being a necromancer, he detected our life. Haafgar tried to talk to Lokar but the lad couldn't recognize him. Before we could ask more questions, he sent a wave of skeletons on our way. My blade is imbued with fire but not just any fire, holy fire. It was a match made in heaven and I slived through his minions like a hot knife on butter. We tried to ask once more but he tried to stab me with a runic dagger. Before he could even make a scratch, I separated his head and body with my sword. I didn't see it but Haafgar swore that he saw the Necromancer's spirit escaping the dagger."
"The necromancer tried to take over your body?"
"Maybe so, maybe not. I do not know. Pardon me for the recount of my life."
Honestly, I do not mind. His story was nice. It opens up the possibility there are others like me in this world.
"So what were we talking about again lad?"
"Possession. My ability?"
"Have you ever invoking your power?"
I nodded my head to the side.
"Let's see you do it then?"
I looked around. There are not that many people but they could still see. "Somebody could see me using it."
"Pah! I'll cover you."
I looked around once more and chose my targets in the tavern.