Warning: I'm a skeleton in this one, probably fine but better safe than sorry

I was a noblewoman that had died because of a genetic illness, failure of some internal organ probably.

I woke up in a dark and cold place that i didn't recognize, a circular crypt of some sort, and i was in the middle of it. It looked like there had been a struggle though i couldn't tell if it was old or recent as there were only broken skeletons laying on the ground I decided then that the necromancer that brought me back to life had to be either dead or captured or escaped who-knows-where.

As i got up i looked down and noticed how thin my legs were under the blue satin dress i was wearing, it struck me as incredibly strange as i had never been so thin in my life, but as i looked at my hands i understood the problem. I was now a skeleton. It didn't bother me much, at least now i didn't have to worry about maintaining my body and look for food or warm clothes while all the other humans did.

I had always been interested in magic, i had my fair share of basic magic tomes back at my villa, but i was never naturally compatible with magic itself. Though now that i was a skeleton being kept alive only by magic i started thinking that maybe things were different now.

I wandered around the abandoned crypt of the (probably dead) necromancer and found the motherlode of magic books, both basic and advanced, and i immersed myself in my studies. Sometime later (could have been days, months or years, i didn't know) i memorized the whole library and learned a probably dangerous amount of spells and curses. The first thing i did when i got out of the library was to create a binding locket that nullified control spells, including the one that the necromancer may have put on me when i was resurrected (better safe than sorry). Now immune to any kind of mind control, i raided the necromancer's- no, MY closet and put together the best robe and cloak i had, then i grabbed my enchanted messenger bag and gathered every tome and scroll i had, together with every enchanted object i thought could prove useful to me outside my crypt.

Before i stepped outside though, i placed a teleport spell on the floor in case i couldn't find my way back, and a fuck ton of protective and masking spells on the door of the underground crypt. I didn't want anyone invading my home. I then started walking out of the forest i found encircling my crypt.

As i walked i remembered that the living didn't react well to undeads, so wore a ring that i enchanted to hide my bones under fake skin and flesh. No one could stop me now.

As i traveled i discovered that the necromancer was in fact dead, first captured and then executed in front of a crowd. That was a bit sad, as i wanted to make him pay for disrespecting my corpse in the first place, but on second thought i did have to thank him for finally granting me the ability to pursue the subject my body never allowed me to control. I thought that if i could go into the underworld i could also find the necromancer.

Months pass and i wander around, never trying to make my name known, gathering books and artifacts (stealing them when i could and paying for them when i couldn't).

I eventually gathered so much power and knowledge i didn't need to hide my nature anymore, as there was no one more powerful than me. People didn't take it very well and tried to 'stop my evil master plan'. As time passed they realized i had no evil master plan, i just liked to hoard knowledge. They left me be, though always keeping an eye on me.

I gathered my fair share of unwanted followers and while i hated having a following, i thought that they could prove useful to me. I told them to gather all the magic tomes, all the spell scrolls, and artifacts they could find and send them to me. I gave them each a small enchanted bag that sent the items directly to my twin one (enchanted to be bottomless) so i never had to actually meet anyone and possibly compromise the location of my home once i returned there.

I just started working on opening the door to the underworld to find the necromancer when i woke up. Sad.