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I got bored in summer school, so this happened. Don't worry, though; I'm keeping very good track of my grammar stuff that we're learning. Too bad none of it is new to me. Anyway, when I couldn't remember where I left off on my main stories, this kind of just... popped into my head. So I wrote it. And now you can read it.
Chapter 1: The Arcanaeum
"Tolfdir! What in Oblivion is going on?"
I looked up from the book I was reading at the distinct sound of the Archmage's voice. The tall Argonian stalked across the Arcanaeum towards the elderly Nord, anger evident in her bearing.
"Hmmzwah?" Tolfdir started awake at the loud voice. "Whazzat?"
"Tolfdir!"
"Ah, Archmage!" Tolfdir replied jovially, seemingly ignorant of the Archmage's foul temper. "What brings a beautiful young woman like you to see an old man like me?"
" Don't play dumb with me, old man," she hissed venomously. "You created the damn spell, so tell me what in Oblivion this is." She pulled open her robes, and I blushed under my fur and looked away.
"Shor's bones! You say that my spell did this to you?"
"No, Tolfdir, I discovered an obscure Word of Power that- of course your spell did this!"
"This is simply amazing! I must conduct research on this! Is it because you are Argonian, and your scales are better at holding the magic? Maybe it's that you are the Dragonborn, so the spell combines with the dovah sil and dovah sos to create a more powerful and permanent effect. Now, it can't possibly be-"
"Tolfdir." The man abruptly stopped speaking, and I felt myself sit up straighter in my seat from the authority and power in the Archmage's voice. "Research how it happened later. I want you to research how to reverse it. Now." I heard the telltale sound of a bound weapon forming. "Am I understood, College Associate Tolfdir?"
"But- I-" An audible gulp. "Yes, Archmage."
"Good!" I could hear the cheer in her voice, and it was almost sickening. I dared to glance back up and saw the Archmage standing directly in front of me, clothes thankfully back where they belonged. "J'zargo, I need your help. We're going on an adventure!"
Oh, how I hate those words. But she's technically my boss… The things I do to keep my access to the Arcanaeum.
"Very well. You lead, khajiit will follow."
So yeah. Total crack. Read and review, I guess.
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