Second Wind

Once upon a time, in a hole in the ground, there was a tomb. A tomb designed for housing the worst and most hated dead people that you didn't want coming back to life.

Mostly, these would include magic users. This specific tomb was purely for magic users, as it was built during the great purge, near two hundred years previously.

Within this tomb, lies our story's protagonist; a corpse. Clearly, an unlikely choice, though, she was one of the few to return, successfully, from the beyond.

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Blinded by the darkness, Juniper desperately attempted to escape the small, rectangular room she'd found herself within. After feeling about, she worked out the top wall could be moved.

Devoting all her energy to it, she the stone wall aside and climbed out of her prison, into more darkness, falling onto a hard stone floor.

Realising the futility of continuing blind, Juniper muttered a few ancient words and began to radiate light, revealing her surroundings.

She looked slightly concerned, as she noticed she'd just crawled out of her grave, feeling as though she broke a promise with nature to stay put.

Looking around, she took in her surroundings, as bleak as they were. The walls were pretty much about to cave, as large cracks and gaps covered most of them, and the only exit had already collapsed, leaving her trapped.

Remembering her situation, she took a look over herself, trying to tell what state time had left her in. To her surprise, she hadn't aged a day, still looking to be in her early twenties.

Even more surprising was the fact she was naked. Her clothes, clearly, were not saved from the ravages of time, leaving her body on full display. Her time being dead had certainly done a number on her tan, though, leaving her skin extremely pale, the only real colour coming from a pair of pinkish nipples.

Giving herself one final check, she gropes her large breasts, making sure they're still firm and bouncy.

"Everything's up to standard. Now, onto the real magic." She said to herself, getting uncomfortable with the silence.

A few more ancient words are spoken, this time, creating a small portal on the ceiling, out from which a black cat flew, clearly distressed by finding itself hurtling through time and space.

Landing on it's feet, the cat looked up at the naked witch, not really sure how it should react.

"I, the powerful witch, Juniper, hereby command you, furry thing, to be my servant!" She announces, pointing at the bewildered animal.

Juniper's green eyes flash brightly, as the blow back from some magical tosses her long, dark hair over behind her shoulders.

Some time passes, as they stared at each other, waiting for the other to do something.

"Did you summon me for a reason? Or did you just want someone to watch you frolic, naked, among the dead?" The smooth voice said, as it resonated inside her head.

Smiling a little, she knew the familiar summoning had worked, though, she didn't know what to do with it.

"I need a way out of here, familiar." She stated, trying to sound authoritative, even though she was naked.

"Don't look at me, then. I'm just a cat. You witches are the ones with the magic." He said softly, as he tried to find a clean place to sit.

Thinking, Juniper noticed most of her memory had faded from decades of being dead. Most of the spells she could have used were lost to her.

Thankfully, one returned to her.