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Diary entry 15th of Heartfire
Isran sent me to Dimhollow crypt, when I arrived Tolan of the vigil of Stendar was already slain he had fought valiantly but overcome by the vampires. I avenged him and stopped the foul creatures from finding what they sought, but in doing so found it myself. There had been no plans to do so, curiosity overcame reason and I opened the sarcophagus. Inside was Serana, a vampire.
Her eyes had glowed with fell light, yet my hand had been heavy. She spoke, said her name was Serana, she had been imprisoned for a long time here. It seemed that she wishes to return to her home, I agreed to help lead her there, Skyrim is a dangerous place after all and I need to offer her protection. We fought past the remains of the long dead and reached the surface. The fresh cool air felt good, it made me realise how light headed I had felt underground.
We journey for some time, night had just fallen when and night is a good time for a vampire to travel. But at dawn I had been many leagues away from Dimhollow and my strength was beginning to wane. Serana has permitted me to rest for a few hours, she is watching over me now, that’s good I feel faint again, it’s hard to write. So tiered that the words seem to sway like candle flames.
The bitch! She has glimmered me! I am the arch-mage of the collage of Winterhold, I know a bewitchment when I see on.
No, no. now isn’t the time. I will wait till we reach our destination, confront her then, she must have had a good reason, yes that’s right I sure she had a good reason. Yes I will sleep for a little while, gather my strength then lead her home