Horridly Dreaming Ilyana

Ilyanas Tomb of Doom

Isabel slept the sleep of the dead after the blooding, lodged in a forgotten, vine draped tomb deep under Skyrim. Others dwelt there as well, but they sensed her aura the way feeder fish sense a predator. Shifting to a better bed of dust, they too went silent.

“You got a good thing going now,” said Ilyana suddenly, the once raven-haired student of Isabel, but now the dread queen of necromancy. How Ilyana obtained the keen edge of power, be it a ring, a magic dagger, whatever, Isabel would never know. The only fact is that she did have something, and it allowed, upon occasion, Ilyana to shift Isabel across the dimensions. “I’m not going to ruin it. The ice and snow do wonders for that pale face of yours.”

Isabel couldn’t cancel the dream. It was more than a dream. She thought she could feet the fabric of Ilyana’s…

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