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]

Chapter Three: The Tome of Aevum Ac Decessus

I awoke and Altus stood over me. He whispered, “Stay down, the watch are coming.” He sat against a wall. I saw two spectral-guards walk by. They wore suits of ethereal plate-mail. One was taller than the other.

“High Magus Veneficious desires we capture Altus Caminus and his new friend,” the Shorter One grumbled. “They supposedly killed two of us.”

“N’wahs,” the Taller One growled. “Altus was always afraid of the Tomes, foolish weakling.”

They walked past the building and Altus said to me, “I think I found one of the Tomes, the Tome of Aevum Ac Decessus.”

He handed it to me. It was a leather-bound book that was obviously aged. The words, Aevum Ac Decessus glowed faintly blue on the book’s cover. I put it in my knapsack. “I think we should destroy them when we have them all together,” I muttered. “Probably best, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Perhaps,” Caminus replied. “Don’t open the Tome. It will do to you what it did to them.”

“I know, I know,” I responded to his nagging. The Tome of Aevum Ac Decessus, that meant something in Aldmeri, I just wasn’t sure what. I won’t open it, not even a peek.

We started walking through the streets. Mostly in alleyways to avoid being seen by the Watch or the various citizens, for if they caught us, we’d surely die. The alleyways were lined with physical corpse. Littering it were items like swords or maces. For paupers, they sure were wealthy to throw away items like this.

We saw huge double-doors; no guards were near it so we opened it and went in. “The Merchant’s Quarter,” Altus explained. “This is where the War of Vox began. Vox means power in ‘Aldmeri’. The first surviving, sane demi-god came and cast a spell that killed thousands of people and siphoned their souls to empower himself. High Magus Veneficious was the one who did it.”

“Why can I understand the guards?” I asked.

“They don’t speak Aldmeri, they speak Ianus, it appears to the person who hears it as their native tongue,” Altus explained. “They speak Ianus, because the Tomes taught them how to. I learned Cyrodiilic from a lost adventurer a thousand years ago.”

We reached a dome-shaped building, that I assumed used to be a shop. “I think we should probably, well I should probably find something to eat,” I stated.

“Another thing the Tomes taught us. We no longer needed physical sustenance,” He said as he opened a drawer. He shook his head and sighed.

I merely opened my bag and pulled out a gray loaf of bread. The taste was worse than burnt mudcrab, but I was so hungry. I heard a door open and saw two spectral guards. I fainted almost the second I saw it…