braiththebosmer:

Four days later:

We weren’t ready for Hevnoraak. Lich isn’t “mage” for draugr. And we should have slept before we tried to take him down.

That stupid lightning was everywhere. It made it hard to sight, and aim, and fire. Farkas kept himself between me and the thing the entire time, bellowing and shrieking, drawing its attention until he couldn’t take the pain of being electrocuted anymore.

I dropped into a crouch not long after, frantically swallowing my last health potion, and forced myself to line up a shot as the lich hunted me down in the cavern.

Right as I was about to fire, more lightning arced out, obscuring him from my view, and I loosed my arrow with a curse, then fired another as quickly as I could— it had been moving in on Farkas, and I wasn’t about to—

The ruin went silent, and the lightning faded, leaving me in the dark.

It took a full three breaths for me to realize something was wrong.

I—

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