Necromancy, A Fan-Fiction Options

[Zalphon]

Prologue

I awoke in cold-sweat. I had dreams of my lips being sewn shut as I was tied to a bed. The man sewing my lips together wore dark clothing and had pale skin with fangs and red eyes. I was in the Arcane University, it was twice the size of the Ruined City of Chorrol. Into the Mage-Quarters came a Dunmer with graying hair and light skin. "Are you okay?" the Magus asked. "Arch-Magister Tyrinth asked me to check up on you, Evangeline."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, "Yes, I'm fine Master Mythaniel." I put on my cerulean-colored robes and pulled up my hood. The moon still dominated the sky. Thousands of silvery lights dominated the blackness of night.

The Master Mythaniel was gone. I heard a voice in the back of my skull. "They truly are ignorant," it whispered. "Of your true power, aren't they? Of your true potential in the arts they consider 'foul'."

"Of course they are," I whispered in response. "But the University has so much to offer me."

The voice was that of a dear friend I met five years ago. He was a Dark Elf that wore a full suit of black and red daedric armor and carried an enchanted ebony longsword. "Meet me in the School of Mysticism within the hour," the voice called.

"Yes, of course," I responded. "What do you want anyway, Zalphon?"

"You'll see," Zalphon stalled. "You shall see..."

I obediently headed to the School of Mysticism. It was the size of a Guild-Hall, however when you entered it increased in size ten-fold. Soul-Gems were in display cases across the room, teleportation pads were in the Portal Room, and mages with glazed-over eyes wandered. They didn't really notice us, they were in Dreamsleeve observing.

Out of thin air appeared Zalphon. He bowed deeply. "I think it is time that we head to the Keep of Shadow's Soul in the Black Marsh. It is a school of necromancers, I think you'd fit right in."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm merely an apprentice of the arcane."

"The Keep of Shadow's Soul is a school for those that are worthy," He explained. "If you manage to survive the 'Rites of Passage' and become a full-student, you'll be worthy. However, in the Keep of Shadow's Soul, you must always watch your back. The other students and associates would gladly kill their fellow necromancers to use them to study."

"I am ready."

"I knew you'd say that."

An orb of black-light surrounded us and we were teleported. My dreams of becoming a necromancer would finally come to pass. Finally, I would have the power that was rightfully mine. And I could finally bring back my mother...

[Zalphon]

This isn't a replacement to Oblivion's Edge, just another story