An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You really think it can bring back your brothers?” Frida asked Donnie. “I have to believe that. I don’t want to consider an alternative.” He blew at the steam in his mug before taking a very small sip. “I admit, the source in which I discovered the scepter only gave me so much information, but it must be able to bring back the dead.” Frida considered that for a moment. A mystic device that could raise the dead. There must be drawbacks of some kind. Any other necromantic spell she’d heard of had them. But even then… “Let me help you find it,” she said.














