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3E 429, Solstheim
I thought that after a few years, my nightmares would’ve let up a little. They’re only getting worse. I’ve only recently been well enough to visit Nibani, and she seemed concerned that my nightmares have continued even after the death of Dagoth Ur. I left out the part about the lycanthropy, but what else could I do? It’s bad enough Shadows knows about it. He still sleeps with a silver dagger in his hand, like I’m going to murder him in the middle of the night and go feral.
This last one was different, though. Instead of the Heart Chamber and Ur and Akulakhan, I was standing on the edge of a rocky cliff looking over a molten landscape. I could see spiky structures in the distance, almost like Daedric shrines, but…much more massive, and too smooth to be stone. The air was cold, enough to get me shivering, and there was lightning crackling across the hellish red skies. I felt so afraid, like something horrible was about to happen, and then the cliff crumbled underneath me. I woke up when I hit the floor of my room.
Nibani said it didn’t sound like any place she knew of, and I’ve been all over Vvardenfell, and there weren’t any massive lava fields like in my dream to be found. I want to brush it off as nothing, but…it sticks out so clearly in my mind, and it scares me. I’m not going to risk it happening again tonight. Shadows can go sulk all he wants, I’m not going to go to sleep until I’m piss-drunk and can barely stand.
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4E 201, Skyrim
Why can’t I get magic to work? I know I can do it, I used to make fire come out of my hands all the time when I was a hatchling. But ever since I was allowed to do magic again…I can’t do it. I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to do, but it’s not working and it’s frustrating. What am I doing wrong? If I don’t master even the simplest of fire spells, then I’ll never have the chance of becoming a mage. It’s the only thing I’ve wanted to do with my life since I was a hatchling that I could still achieve.
I could ask the professors about it, I guess, but I already look like an ignorant idiot to Tolfdir I’m sure. He seems nice enough, but after that Thalmor brat and I fought in class and the fetcher nearly set him on fire, I don’t know if he would help me. I don’t want to talk to Colette any more than I have to. Or maybe I could ask…
Maybe not. I don’t know if he’s still irritable with me, and I still want to ask him about that crystal he used. Damn it.
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[It’s less of an entry initially, having two groups of tally marks with a line dividing them, then short words and phrases, too smeared and scratched to make out, still with a line between them, then a short…’entry’?]
Start over. Forget and start over. Thalmor are never safe. No matter how ‘nice’.