#neverine

Oct 10: Magic

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Setheso was raised with a distrust and silent hatred for magic- yet at the same time, she adored it. She was aware her father had been a great mage, and her mother had even been a Psijic herself. But neither had been present in her life. Instead she was left to fend for herself, earning her survival through servitude with the Companions. When she became old enough, she joined their ranks as a warrior, and we all know how the Companions feel about magic.

But then the dreams came- horrible dreams, of shadowy figures attacking and killing her, of a horrible construction within a firey mountain, and the night sky swirling before ber eyes. When awake, Setheso started to accidentally zap herself when in contact with metal, or even worse, set object ablaze out of no where. She could feel the magic within her blood bubbling to the surface.

Along came a few dunmer visitors to Skyrim, clearly unhappy to be there, strict worshippers of the Tribunal. They didn't waste time, quickly telling Setheso, when they saw her, what a disgrace to their race she was for serving anyone but the Tribunal, to whom she owes her worship towards.

Everything went black, and next thing she knew, her Shield Brothers were restraining her, and Setheso was covered in the blood of the then dead dunmer sprawled across the ground. What scared her the most was the weapon that she realized was in her hand- a bound weapon, daedric energy sizzling off of it.

Needless to say, she was exiled by the Companions, and then taken into custody by the Empire. She served a year in prison, until being transfered to Morrowind.

All the while, a voice echoed in her mind, "Don't fight it..." and magic pulsed within her.