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Deep in a hidden vale above Markarth, under the light of the two moons, the coven danced and chanted. It was a night of power, for the moons were in rare conjunction, both full at the same time. The valley was lit with an incandescent light almost as bright as day.

In the center of the ring danced Torene, just turned sixteeen. Her bare body undulated as she danced, absorbing the power directed at her by the rest of the coven. It was the night of her full vestment as a full member of the coven.

The chanting reached a crescendo and she stopped, throwing her hands up to the moons, her eyes white as she concentrated. Electric energy left her fingertips in a blast of lightening to the sky.

Torene smiled in her sleep.