Wayward Magic

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And so it begins
I just wanted to know.
Endings are just another's beginnings
Who Will Win?
Lets start over

And so it begins

“Annnnd there, that should do it,” I said, standing up and wiping the light sweat from my brow. I gazed with pride at my crowning achievement as Archmage of the College of Winterhold. A perfect circle filled with many lines and glowing glyphs and runes. It had taken two years of constant research, study and explosive experimentation but my planar bridge was ready for its final test

“This time It’ll work, I’m certain of it this time”

“Are you sure it’s ready Brom? The last time you tried this we could barely contain the tentacles.” The wise voice of Tolfdir spoke from behind me. I shuddered in remembrance at the writhing mess of limbs. That day still gave me nightmares. I turned to look at my friend and mentor.

I could count the people I trusted on one hand, and I was glad and lucky to count Tolfdir as one of those few. I grin at the cautious Alteration master,

“Have a little faith in me Tolfdir, it couldn’t be worse than last time.” I tried to reassure him but got a deadpan look in return.

“Now you're just tempting fate to slap you upside the head my boy,” Tolfdir commented and I had the decency to look sheepish. Tolfdir gave me a small smile, he never stayed angry at me for long. He’d been dragged into enough of my adventures to know that while I had a knack for getting into trouble I was just a good at getting out.

“Did you manage to get what get what I asked for?” I questioned, I was eager to see if they’d been able to get it done. Tolfdir chuckled softly and smiled at me, it was such a normal thing for him to do but it still made me happy even after all these years.

I’d come to the college at the age of nineteen, looking to learn anything I could about magic and its use. A memory popped up and made me smile. I was just after my first year here and I had run flat out of my dorm to find Tolfdir.

I had found him in the college library reading and I showed him the piece of silver ore I had transfigured from Iron. I was so excited that I’d done it I didn’t care that it was the size of a small pebble. The look of pride on Tolfdir’s face made me happy.

Another memory popped up, the day I revealed to him why I had really joined the college and why I had to leave it on that day. The day he learned I was the Dragonborn. It had been the most nerve-racking day at the time. I had grown to care for the old man and his approval meant everything to me.

His reaction had surprised me. He had drawn me into a tight hug and said ‘when do we leave.’ He stuck to me like Spriggan sap after that day and I’ve never been more grateful for it. He’s pulled my arse out of the fire on more occasions then I can count.

“It’s all there, the expansion and weight reduction runes are in place and stable, as well as the waterproof, fireproof and wear-resistant charms. I also added a personal bit.” Tolfdir said and his hand lit with magicka and he tapped the bag. It started to shrink and shift until it became a normal satchel to be hung over the shoulder.
I whistled in appreciation as I took the bag from him, Tolfdir was a master at his craft for good reason.

“I figured a backpack, while helpful would be a bit cumbersome so I started looking into a way to shrink it down to minimize the trouble,” Tolfdir said as I pulled the strap over my head and shift it around till the bag was comfortable on my left hip.

“It took me considerable time but I created a charm that allows for resizing and reshaping objects.” He told me. I smiled,

“Nifty trick, it’ll make things a lot easier.” I turned to my right and stretched out a hand to the far wall. Picturing what I wanted in my mind I spoke clearly,

“Summon staff,” I said in a clear voice and a white staff flew through the air and into my outstretched hand. I looked it over to make sure there was nothing wrong with it. It was my finest craftwork, cut and shaped from a large branch of the gildergreen, it shone white catching the torchlight and gleaming brightly.

It reached up to my shoulder cause what was on the top. Gleaming in the torchlight was a two-foot double-edged blade. Near its base shone a yellow diamond glowing with a soft golden light inside it. After completing the quest for Merida, the daedric prince, She had granted me with Dawnbreaker, a holy blade that would burn my enemies and repel the undead.

This staff had helped me on many of my adventures. I heard a sniffle and turned to see Tolfdir crying.

As Archmage Brom checked his staff, Tolfdir couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swell inside him. Brom had come a long way from that young boy who’d shown up at the college one day asking to be taught. He had taken Brom under his wing and his life had been all the more exciting and fulfilled.

Tolfdir looked back on his life since Brom had come into it and he found himself smiling. All the crazy adventures he went on with him, He was still surprised that a man his age could do that, but for that boy, Tolfdir would fight all the daedric princes combined.

Brom was like a son to Tolfdir. He’d never had a family and now as he was getting on in years he was saddened that he never considered it, but he was thankful he didn’t otherwise he’d never have met Brom. Tolfdir could never have asked for a better boy to call his son. He remembered the day when Brom had revolutionized magic for the college, finding new ways and spells to what they had.

Tolfdir still gazed in joy at his Archmage/son. He had brought the college so far with his ingenuity and creativity. No one had ever thought of using and binding words to their magic before him, it was unheard of, but now an untold amount of possibilities were now open to all mages. All because of his boy.

Tolfdir felt a wetness on his cheeks causing him to blink and sniff. Brom looked at him, showing his worry plainly.

“You okay there Toffy?” Brom asked, using the small nickname he’d given Tolfdir years back. Tolfdir merely sighed and beamed a smile at him.

“I’m just proud of you is all, you’ve done more for this place, for me, more than anyone has ever thought possible,” Tolfdir said making Brom blush hard in embarrassment. Tolfdir smirked slightly as Brom shuffled slightly on his feet in awkwardness. Brom may be a very clever, creative and extremely powerful mage but he never could handle the limelight.

While on their travels Tolfdir had done some digging for Brom. Brom had never known his mother since she’d died in childbirth and his birth father had died from sickness and grief when he was five. He’d had to survive for most of his life.

Tolfdir met one of the few people Brom trusted with his life. A man named Brynolf, who’d taken him in, fed him and taught him how to stay alive along with some more ‘sticky’ habits. Tolfdir hadn’t been too happy when he founds that out but he couldn’t begrudge the man. Too much.

“Don’t go getting all teary on me Toffy, it can be contagious,” Brom said, trying to defuse his awkwardness with humor. Tolfdir chuckled and shook his head, He was still uncertain if this creation would be safe but he knew Brom would try it anyway so, as always, he’d keep his foster son safe.

“Still allergic to fondness I see.” Tolfdir teased Brom

“That’s too bad, I know a certain red-haired she-wolf who would be saddened by the news,” Tolfdir said in a casual manner, making the sputtering mess Brom became all the funnier.

“I told you Tolfdir, we’re just friends!” Brom said his face ablaze with a full crimson blush. Tolfdir smirked and mischief twinkled in his eyes. Brom had fallen into his trap.

“Oh really? just friends eh? Then what was all that yelling, thumping and moaning about three months ago in your room? Must’ve been you just exercising right?” Tolfdir saw Brom’s mouth open and close like a fish as he stared at him. Tolfdir laughed and walked over to him and patted his shoulder.

“I’m happy for you two and glad that you’re done dancing around each other, it was annoying to watch.” He said leaving a stunned Brom to follow watch him. He peered over his shoulder and nailing in the last nail in the coffin.

“So my boy, how soon should I expect to see tiny Brom’s and Alea’s running around?” Tolfdir laughed hard at the shocked look on Brom’s tomato red face and the strangled noise came out of his mouth. Tolfdir, still laughing, walked over to his place on the other side to the runic circle.

(Brom)

I tried to regain my composure after Tolfdir’s teasing. After a few seconds, and making a mental note to place sound negating runes on the walls of my bedroom later, I wrestled control of my facilities and mock glared at Tolfdir while taking my place on the opposite side of the circle.

“I’m so going to get you back for that,” I said, Tolfdir just smiled innocently.

“Threatening a weak, helpless old man, have you no shame?” Tolfdir asked with mock terror.

“Weak and helpless my arse,” I mumbled. Taking a deep breath and letting it out I gazed at Tolfdir and both our grins vanished, being replaced by serious concentration. Both of us gathering magicka into the tips of our right index fingers Tolfdir nodded his readiness.

“Begin,” I said and both he and I began a chanting song while slowly walking anti-clockwise around the circle. Our fingers flitted through the air, leaving a solid trail of blue magicka script in their wake. The runes started to glow, increasing in brightness steadily, going from green to blue to white as power flowed through them.

The magic script started to brighten as well, I felt beads of sweat fall down my temple from the concentration needed for this. If there was one small mistake in the writing… I wasn’t sure what would happen but I knew it’d be bad.

I was about to finish the final script stroke when a thump caught my attention, I saw Tolfdir slumped on the floor, with a dagger in his back. I felt my heart stop and a scream tore from my throat.

“DAD!” I screamed, not caring if the spell blew up I flew across the circle, trying to reach him. I felt my blood turn to ice as my eyes caught sight of someone in black and red armor. The Dark Brotherhood. I felt pure rage explode from inside me. My dragon blood boiled in anger. I felt my Magicka explode around me swirling and twisting through the air like a maelstrom with me at the eye.

An inhuman roar erupted from my lips as I somehow combined my Thu'um and magicka. From my mouth, a beam of pure power shot and smashed into the assassin who didn’t even have time to scream as his body was obliterated, along with the wall behind him, and the mountain in the distance after that.

I was brought back to reality when something hit my right shoulder, stinging painfully. I whirled around and saw a second assassin, this one with a bow. They were just drawing back an arrow when all hell broke loose. The circle started glowing blinding white before splitting into a multitude of rainbow colors. It would have been pretty if death hadn’t been hanging in the air.

Massive bolts of magic lightning start blasting out from the ever-shifting Circle, making the air reek of ozone and blowing apart stone, sending chunks and shards flying everywhere.

I stumbled and fell as the ground shook. It saved my life as I saw the arrow from my assassin whiz above me. I quickly crawled over to Tolfdir, pulling out the dagger and started the most powerful healing spell I knew. I watched Tolfdir’s body heal and rolled him over to check his pulse.

Glassy, unseeing eyes met mine and my heart shattered into a million pieces. I wailed and cradled Tolfdir’s head to my chest tears falling from his eyes. I had lost so many people I held dear already, I didn’t want to lose another

Searing pain in my lower back reminded me I wasn’t alone. I screamed as the arrow pierced my flesh, going all the way through so I could see the head sticking out of my front. Still trying to protect Tolfdir’s body I turned to see the same assassin aiming another arrow at me.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, like when Paarthurnax slowed time while training me on the throat of the world. I watched the assassins' fingers release the bowstring, the arrow starts its deadly flight toward him. Closer, closer it came. I could see the vicious barbs on the tip and a slimy substance on the blade.

It was poisoned! I didn’t think, there was no time to, my body reacted from years of training and muscle memory.

“FUS ROH DAH!” I screamed, the first shout I’d ever learned burst from my lips as the arrow streaked toward me. The shout didn’t stop the arrow but it made it veer off course and slam into my stomach rather than my heart.

The same can’t be said for the assassin, who took the full brunt of my Thu’um, sending them careening into the wall, snapping their neck on impact. I tried to breathe but the poison on the third arrow was working quickly, seeping into me and numbing my body.

I felt my vision start to tunnel as the poison took effect. I tried to keep my eyes open but was slowly losing that battle. I felt a tug on my legs, getting stronger by the second. I looked down and saw myself getting pulled toward the circle of ever-shifting colors I had created.

Panic overtook me and I started fighting the pull with everything I had left. The tunnel vision disappeared as I struggled futilely against the pull. I t was always increasing while my will didn’t. I turned and saw Tolfdir’s lifeless body laying there on the floor. Pain and sorrow filled me.

I never actually called him dad to his face or told him how much he meant to me. I’d never get to tell him now or tell anyone anything as I felt myself being dragged into my planar circle.

I screamed and cried for anyone to help. The last I saw was of the door to the room flinging open, I heard someone screaming and world was engulfed by a swirling mass of colors that then faded to black.

Twilight had been having a rough day. She’d been following Pinkie everywhere trying to study Pinkie Pie’s “Pinkie Sense”. She could still feel the flower pot that had hit her head, and the anvil, and the hay cart, and the piano.

If it hadn’t been for the amazing staff at Ponyville general she’d probably be in intensive care for over a month. She was in her Treebary at the moment with Pinkie and her assistant/little brother Spike. She had just finished dictating a letter for the Princess to spike and was going to spend the rest of the day with Pinkie just trying to relax. The universe decided otherwise.

Pinkie started to shudder and shake, her blue eyes were wide in surprise. To twilight’s and Spike's utter amazement and worry, Pinkie started rocketing around the room like an out of control pinball, coming back to the ground and spinning like a top then collapsing due to dizziness.

“Pinkie, are you okay? What happened?” Twilight asked worriedly as she helped her shivering friend to the couch.

“D-doozy.” Pinkie managed to mumble but she looked like she was trying to hold in her lunch. Twilights' eyes widened in fear. She had already been through one of Pinkies' doozies today, she didn’t think she could handle another.

She didn’t have a choice as a near ear-shattering boom made the three of them jump and look outside. The sky had gone pitch black but it was still bright outside like the sun wasn’t hidden. Red Lightning streaked across the sky followed by earth trembling thunderclaps.

Twilight watched from her window as a massive white bolt of lightning slammed into the earth outside of her home, rattling the glass windows and shaking the tree to its roots. She threw her arm over her eyes to protect them from the sudden light change and blinking the stars out of her eyes she saw a small dome of swirling rainbow light on the ground.

Slowly the black sky started to fade, letting the normally blue sky take its place again. The dome of color started to crack like an eggshell, the lines quickly spreading across its surface till they reached the ground. Twilight didn’t know what to expect, till Pinkie chimed in.

“Twilight, barrier NOW!” Pinkie yelled, Twilight acting on instinct threw up a barrier around them. She could sense the build-up of magic from the dome and it was monstrous. The cracks in the rainbow dome blazed white and it exploded epically blasting the windows of the library and many nearby buildings to shards.

Twilight was glad she’d listened to Pinkie, they’d have been cut to ribbons from the glass if she hadn’t. Twilight looked out what was left of her window and where the dome had been now a smoldering drawing on the ground in its place, along with some pony inside it.

She dropped the barrier and rushed outside. That was one of the most powerful spells she’d ever seen, the pony out there could be in trouble. Quickly rushing over to the mage on the ground to make sure they were okay, a magical mishap on this scale could be life-threatening.

Her thoughts, and her, ground to a halt as she reached the edge of the crater. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw two arrow shafts sticking out of the pony’s shoulder and stomach. She didn’t waste any time on thought, she rushed to their side and teleported herself and the mage to ponyville general.

She appeared in a flash of light, startling some of the younger staff.

“This pony’s been shot, they need immediate medical attention.” She yelled and the nurses in attendance seemed to blur as they rushed over and put the pony on one of the beds. Nurse Red Heart was among them, she started drilling Twilight with questions while the pony was rushed away.

“How long since the injury?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, that crazy storm was that pony’s doing, I think it was some kind of teleportation spell so it couldn’t have been a long, maybe five minutes at most,” Twilight said, she wasn’t sure but she gave her best estimate.

Another bright flash caught both their attention. They turned and saw Princess Celestia standing there. Celestia saw Twilight was here and felt her nervousness soften slightly but she was still worried for her student.

“Twilight what’s going on?” Celestia asked the urgency and worry in her voice was clear as a bell.

“Princess, I’m glad you’re here. I just brought a pony in with several projectile related injuries.” Twilight explained. Celestia felt her heart drop. One of her subjects had been attacked. She pushed down her anger, she needed a clear head to get everything straight.

“I had felt a massive magical surge here in Ponyville, I thought one of your experiments had gone bad until the sky blackened.” Celestia gazed over Twilight with worry worthy of a mother.

“Twilight, Tell me everything.”

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed the chapter I wrote sire.

(Overlord) I did enjoy it Gnarl. but why did end it on a cliff hanger like that? You know I dislike cliff hangers.

I understand m'lord but it's the best way to build tension and suspense. that's why it's called a cliff hanger.

(Overlord) hums I supose I can live with that for now. and if I can't, that's what we have jester for. Right Jester?

(Jester)Pain groan off to the side Yes sire. weakly lifts arm and gives thumbs up.

Very true master. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and don't forget my readers, Evil... Always finds a way. :pinkiecrazy:

I just wanted to know.

(Celestia)

“What do you mean you don’t know what he is?” I asked the doctor in front of me. The, now known to be a stallion, had been stabilized and the poison that had been used had been removed. He was lucky to be alive at the moment, if he had gotten there a few minutes later he’d have been dead.

The doctor fidgeted under my gaze. I could tell he was nervous but I didn’t have the patience to deal with that at the moment.

“We have biological and medical knowledge on most of the races on Equis, the only ones we don’t have are the dragons and caribou.” I continued. The doctor shook his head.

“I’m sorry your majesty, but there is no record of his species in our archives. I’ve double-checked myself, and the nurses have triple checked, we couldn’t find a single shred of info.” He explained. I still had my doubts about that. How could a completely unknown race just pop into existence? The doctor must’ve sensed my disbelief because he motioned toward the patient’s door.

“See for yourself princess, you know more than me so you might be able to give us some insight.” He said. I didn’t respond and walked to the open door. I doubted I could give much insight, I was never very good with healing magic or medical know-how.

I stood in the doorway and looked at the stallion on the bed. I blinked a few times to make sure what I was seeing was what I was seeing. There on the bed lay a being I had never seen and given my few millennia of years lived, that was saying something.

He had no fur what so ever on his body that I could see, revealing his skin to the world. He was well tanned and had a small amount of mane on his head roughly shoulder length that was currant red in color.

His face was what drew my attention the most. It was completely devoid of a muzzle like mine. I’d almost call it flat but that seemed a bit harsh. He had a small pair of eyes above an equally small nose. His ears were on the sides of his head rather than higher up like a pony’s, giving him a somewhat monkey-ish look.

“What’s his current condition?” I turned and asked the doctor who was still standing in the doorway. He sighed,

“He’s stable for the moment. The poison that coated one of the three arrows was attacking his magical core at an alarming rate. Whoever created that made it specifically for magical beings, which is a terrifying thought.” The doctor said and I agreed completely with him. All ponies used magic, to one degree or another so a poison that specifically targets a beings' magical core… I suppressed a shudder of fear that threatened to surface.

“Whoever was attacking him might follow and try to follow to make sure he’s dead. I’ll need to know who is coming and when.” I thought. I hated everything about what I was going to do. What I needed to do. It was no different from raping someone's mind, no matter how one justifies it.

“Doctor if you would please bring me everything you’ve discovered about him, in writing please, I’ll want to go over this with my sister at a later date,” I ask the doctor who bows and makes his way out of the room. That should keep him occupied long enough for me to get what I need.

I shut the door behind him. Manipulating my subjects still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth but after a few thousand years, I’ve gotten very good at it. I lock the door and draw the curtains, I don’t want anyone to see me do this.

The staff here would be horrified. They are sworn to do no harm, which includes mental harm as well. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, steadying my nerves and calming my mind. Mind walking requires a clear and calm mind to do correctly.

“I’m sorry about this,” I whisper to him as I walk over to his bedside and place my hand on his forehead. I close my mind and concentrate. My sense seem to dull and fade for a moment but when I open my eyes they all return and I gaze into the most recent memory of mystery being.

I see two of them, one is the one lying in the hospital bed here and the other appears to be an elderly being. They are speaking to each other in a language I don’t know, but I can tell they care for each other very much with how they are smiling.

I see the younger of the two reach out his hand and say a word in another language and see something white fly across the room and into his open hand. It’s an impressive display of fine-tune telekinesis if the speed is anything to go by.

The older one starts talking again and the younger male's face goes red and continues to go even redder as the older one keeps talking. I stifle a small giggle, I may not understand what they’re saying but I can recognize someone getting teased a mile away.

The older one walks around a rather large and complex runic circle. I blink, How did I miss that on the floor. I study it intensely. The runes are different but from the structure, it looks to be some type of long-range teleport array. It reminded me of the one Starswirl was trying to make work .. before…

It clicked. I know what they were trying to do and it made my heartache for both of them just like it did when my wonderful friend and teacher tried the same thing. They don’t understand that there are walls around the universes for a reason.

I hear the two begin to chant and watch with somber fascination as they start to write with pure magic in the air, walking the circle’s edge and chanting at the same time. While it was a foolish endeavor, what they were trying to do, I had to commend them both for mastery of their craft.

They were nearly done when all Tartarus broke loose. I saw something fly through the air and strike the older one in the back before he slumped to the ground. I saw the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his back and I felt my stomach lurch. It took all my will not to be sick.

The young Stallion yells something and starts across the circle. He stops near the other side and I follow his gaze. There in the shadows of the far wall is another being, clad in red and black armor.

“This must have been an assassination attempt.” I realize. The attacker tries to do so again but I find my hands flying to my ears as a roar tries to break my eardrums. I stare, numb in shock as the younger stallion blasts a beam of pure power from his mouth while he screams in rage.

The assassin didn’t last long to my relief. I don’t condone the killing of others but I don’t want enemies to suffer. The ground shakes and I see the devastation outside from the hole in the wall he created.

I try to swallow the lump in my throat. This stallion, whoever he is, is incredibly powerful. I watch as he stumbles slightly and see one of the three arrows, that were removed, sticking out of his shoulder.

I follow the trajectory and find a second assassin. The stallion turned to face the new threat but they were already about to fire again. Then the circle erupted into a dome of swirling colors, just like the one Twilight had said appeared in Ponyville. The floor shook violently and I almost fell. The stallion did and the fall saved his life.

I watched as he tried to heal the old one to no avail. He was weeping as the next arrow hit him in the back. He screamed in pain and twisted around placing himself between the assassin and the dead body of his friend. I saw the arrow fly and heard something I thought I’d never hear again as long as I lived.

“FUS ROH DAH!” The stallion said, sending a cone of power from his mouth as he shouted. My eyes widened when the words registered in my head.

“That’s Ancient Draconic, how does he know the lost Dragon language!?” I was stunned and quite terrified at the same time. I’d fought the ancient dragons, along with my father and mother and we had barely had gotten a victory in that war. The dragons of old were a deadly foe to face in battle and their voice could shatter mountains.

I saw the arrow strike his stomach and I see the assassin slam into the wall and slump to the ground unmoving. I quickly turn my gaze back to the stallion and see him being pulled toward the circle.

I notice two strands of red and blue magic grabbing his legs and pulling him closer with him fighting all the way. He screams something and I hear a door slam open before the vision goes black.

I blink and look around, there is nothing around me but inky blackness. I’ve seen what I wanted to see and try to break off the mental contact. I close my eyes and concentrate when I open them again I’m still in the black expanse.

I’m starting to get worried and I keep trying to break away from his mind and return to my own.

” You thought you could look at my memories without consequence?” I hear a foreign, male voice in my head say, making snap my eyes open and I stare into the two-deep green, rage-filled eyes of the mystery stallion’s face. They were slited, like a dragons' and seemed to burn bright with power.

He was dressed in a flowing deep green robe and hood with blue accents, earth brown calf-high boots and held a white spear in his right hand. Bluish-white vein-like lines pulsed brightly on his skin that I could see and it only seemed to increase the force of his glare.

I felt myself start to shake slightly. I’ve stood up to many powerful foes in my time as a princess of Equestria, banished the Demon possessed Unicorn Sombra, stopped a magic sucking, conquering centaur Tirek, and sealed the chaos bringer, Discord himself into stone.

I sadly realized here and now, when I’m faced with a powerful, angry being, that I was able to do all that because I had friends and family with me at the time. I had others to help me when things got rough, but now, that I’m here, with no one to back me up, no one to lean on… I’m uncertain if I can win.

“Who are you!?” The stallion yells and flicks his hand towards me. I feel myself fly through the air and slam hard onto a flat surface knocking the air out of my lungs. I try to move but I feel some things swiftly wrap around my wrist, legs, waist, and neck pulling tight and immobilizing me.

I try to use my magic but he appears in front of me and grabs my horns making me flinch hard and I bite my lip, making it bleed to keep from screaming in pain. He tightens his grips on my horn and I hear a pitiful whimper escape my mouth and I can feel tears spilling out of my eyes.

“Who. Are. You?” He asks me again, slowly, enunciating each word. His voice is so calm and even, but his eyes are blazing infernos of anger.

“C-celest-tia.” I fought through the pain and I managed to answer his question. I felt his grip on my horn loosen a tiny bit, it was only a small amount but the wave of relief that flooded me was nearly physical.

The rage in his eyes seemed to dim a bit, being replaced by a stony expression that I could not read.

“Why did you invade my mind? What did you see?” He demanded. At first, I thought about lying but I squashed that idea in a heartbeat. This being had me completely at his mercy, my life was in his hands and I don’t feel like dying anytime soon.

“Trying to learn…” I managed to croak out. His grip on my horn was still hard and I was fighting through the pain.

“Learn what?” He asked his eyes hardening along with his grip. I gasped in pain and I let out another whimper.

“Please… not an enemy.” I pleaded with him. I was fighting the pain but it was starting to overwhelm my mind. His eyes stayed flinty but I felt his grip lessen again making me gasp in relief.

“How are you not an enemy? You invaded my mind and I find you rummaging around in my thoughts and memories like a skulking skever rooting through the garbage.” He said. He had every right to be angry, I was the one at fault here, I just hope he’d stop squeezing long enough for me to apologize.

“Trying to see who you were.” I say between breaths. He squeezes my horn again making me cry out in pain this time then he just, lets go. I gasp and panting heavily, my head feeling light from the sudden lack of pain. He’s still standing in front of me with his hard gaze. I think I saw some sparks of lightning dart over his freehand but I’m not sure.

“Start talking.” He says. There’s no compromise in his voice. I realize he’s giving me a chance to explain and I’m not going to waste it. I take a few deep breaths to clear my head and slow my pounding heart before I speak.

“You were found injured, multiple arrow wounds in the town of Ponyville in the nation of Equestria. You were rushed to our nearest medical facility to be healed.” I said watching him carefully. His body language shifted slightly, becoming less aggressive. I started to feel slightly hopeful.

“We treated your wounds and were able to negate the poison that was killing you.” I added, hoping to get on his good side and calm him down. It worked somewhat, he was still defense and looked ready to pounce at the slightest threat, but he was obviously mulling my words over.

“Why are you in my head?.” He asks. I bite my lip in nervousness, wincing in pain slightly as I taste blood from early. I decide the complete truth would be best.

“I was trying to find out who and what you are as well as why you’re here. We’ve never seen one of your kind in all our history and the poison your we’re attacked with made us worry others would follow you, violently.” I say. I see him nod his head slightly.

“The feeling mutual, I’ve never met a talking horse that walks on two legs, has a horn and wings and wears a dress.” He says. I feel offended that he calls me a horse but I let it go as he probably doesn’t know what that means. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let him call me that again though.

“Our race is called ponies.” I correct him. He blinks at me with a confused look on his face.

“What’s the difference?” He asks. I give him a slight glare and he chuckles slightly. At least he seems to be embarrassed. Suddenly I feel my restraints disappear and I fall onto my rump on the ground of his mindscape. I hiss slightly in discomfort from my tail being pinched but ignore it as I quickly get to my hooves and give him a sour look.

“That’s for sticking your nose in places you shouldn’t be.” He reprimanded me. I’d have been shocked at his lack of manners if he wasn’t justified.

I grew nervous as his face turned stony.

“And this is to make sure you stay out.” He said and I felt my heart drop. He roared so loudly that I felt like I was being tossed around by hurricane winds. I saw an image of a massive dragon appear behind him, roaring in unison. I feel the link between our minds shatter and I’m thrown back into my body with great force.

The force translated into reality and I found myself flung back into the hospital's wall. Not too hard but enough to make me stumble as I gain my feet again. I’m panting as my heart races. I stare at his still unconscious body lying on the bed for a few moments before I unlock the door and with quick strides leave the room.

My mind is racing with what I’d seen and learned, which I was sad and glad to say wasn’t much. I had a feeling if I had dug deeper I’d have never made it out whole. He was powerful and had complete control over his mindscape,

I felt a massive, dull throbbing ache in my horn as I swiftly made my way out of the hospital, ignoring the doctor calling out to me that he had got all that I asked for. I had bigger things to worry about. He was able to transfer mental actions into the real world, something only my mother had ever accomplished and that was after 4 days of meditation.

I walked through a pair of doors and entered the hospital lobby, finding Twilight and the rest of the elements of harmony present. Twilight’s head jerked toward me and her face went from happy to worried too quickly for my taste.

She’s extremely smart, so much so it’s hard to keep her from seeing past my regal mask sometimes. Luckily I can dangle a new book in front of her and she’ll instantly forget. But this time I can't hide this from her… not all of it at least. I see her eyes dart over my body and her worried look increases tenfold.

“Princess Celestia? What’s wrong? Why do your wrists and legs look like you’ve been in shackles?” I look at my wrists and see they have raw red lines where they restraints he had used on me had been.

I ignored her question and looked over all the mares present.

“I need all of you girls on the next train to Canterlot. We have much to discuss.” I said and teleported away before Twilight could ask any more questions. It was a bit cruel to leave them like that but I needed to work some things out before they got here.

I teleported back to my room and making my way to the bathroom I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I wasn’t happy with what I saw. I looked like I had been crying for hours with how messed up the fur on my cheeks was. My eyes were red and I could see a tiny crack on my horn. I looked as shaken as I felt.

I channeled my magic and hissed as I felt the crack in my horn fuse closed and the skin on my wrists and legs regrow the fur that had been rubbed off. I cleaned myself up and walked back out and made my way to the balcony. I stared hard in the direction of Ponyville, for the first time in a long while, my mind was uncertain of the future and that scared me. I had disturbed a sleeping dragon, and I was hoping it wouldn’t burn my home when it woke up.

Author's Note

Well master, it seems that Celestia, as the ponies say, Buck up.

(Overlord) Indeed she did. Heh Even I know not to enter another mind, especially when I have no idea what their abilities are.

As wise as ever sire.

(Jester) Master of the Mindscape! ( Jester yelled as he rides around on a bucking sheep. Overlord pinches the bridge of his nose before sending a fireball at Jester rearend)

(Jester) AAAAHH! MY CLOTHS ARE ON FIRE! MY UNDERWEAR'S ON FIRE!! I'M ON FIRE!! (Jester screams while running around the room bouncing on his bum trying to put out the flames. Overlord reaches down and rips off a piece of the cooked sheep, munching on it as he watches Jester running around)

Dinner and a show! Oh, clever as always master. I wonder what will happen when Brom and Celestia meet face to face in the real world? we'll have to wait and see what the next chapter brings. And don't forget. Evil, always finds a way. (Evil cackle)

Endings are just another's beginnings

(Brom)

I stopped roaring when the strange horse, Mare I guess would be the proper term, was blasted from my mind. I snorted. What gave her the right to try to enter my mind anyway?

“She was trying to protect the ones she cares for, just Like you would do.” I hear from behind me, sounds like a man. I whirl around, leveling my staff’s blade toward where I heard the voice. I see nothing but the blank, black void of my mindscape.

I hear a peal of Feminine laughter from my left, I’m getting very nervous since I can’t sense or see who they are.

“Oh this is just precious love, he’s getting so flustered cause he can’t find us.” I feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

“How adorable.” The female’s husky voice whispers in my ear from behind. I whip my elbow around and hit… nothing. I’m extremely annoyed now, I’ve never liked being played with, it’s why I hate most of the Daedra.

“Show your selves! I do not appreciate being toyed with.” I growl, bracing myself for whatever I may face.

“As you wish/ Killjoy.” Both voices answer at the same time. A streak of red flashed past the right side of my head and I feel something slap my ass making me yelp in surprise and my face blaze with a blush. A single glowing ball of red light hovers in front of me… Giggling?

“Such a nice tush you’ve got there sexy.” The sphere said. It was the women’s voice.

“Don’t embarrass the boy love, he’s confused enough as it is.” A flash of blue and another glowing sphere, this one blue, appears next to the red one.

“But he’s so fun to tease, look how red he’s gone, it’s so adorable I could just lick him.” She practically purrs making me very nervous. I here the male sigh.

“Please forgive my wife’s antics, she’s not normally this flirty.” The blue sphere says making his wife pout… How can she pout without a face?

“I thought you liked it when I teased… You seemed to be enjoying yourself the last time with how loud your ‘exclamations’ were.” The red sphere slightly brushed the blue one making it turn purple.

I felt my face heat up as dirty thoughts started to creep up.

“Who are you two and what are you doing in my head?” I ask a bit too quickly, in my want to change the subject. I felt two gazes turn on me and I had the strange feeling I now know what an ant next to a mammoth feels like.

“I am Zakaz, aspect of order, creator of matter, time and space and god of knowledge, learning and reason.” The blue sphere says, shining brighter and making me feel like I’m nothing more than a speck of dust in the breeze. The sphere shifts, mixing with earth and water and forming the shape of a colossal man.

He’s as tall as any giant I’ve fought back in Skyrim but built like a mountain. His skin is the color of polished bronze and his arms were near bursting with muscle. He wore a pale sky blue robe with gold trim that reached his calfs. A massive circular shield was griped by his left arm. His hair was bright silver and hung to his lower back, with a large beard to his chest. His eyes deep, brown pools that seemed to stare through me like he knew everything that I had ever tried to hide away in the dark corners of my soul..

A shiver runs down my spine, I’ve met the Daedra and even spoke to some of the 9 Divines but I’ve never felt this level of fear and awe as I do before this being.

All of a sudden I feel a warmth blossom in my chest, comforting me, giving me courage and strength. I see the red sphere shine brighter and approach. A wisp reaches out and strokes my cheek, in a soft, comforting manner.

“I am Eris, aspect of Chaos, maker of the soul and emotions, Goddess of creativity, free will and choices.” She says. Her voice is different than before. It’s soothing, like when a mother comforts her child when they have a nightmare.

I see her shift, the red blending with fire and air and now a hand is caressing my cheek. I blink at the visage now before me trying to figure out if I should be asking for comfort and a hug or a romp in the stables. She is just as tall as Zakaz and her skin is a perfect cream color and so soft and smooth. Copper red hair flows from her head, shimmering and looking silky soft, rolling over her shoulders in gentle curls.

She wears a midnight blue cloth wrapped around her shoulder and ample breasts, spun gold thread with rubies threaded on the lower part and a royal purple loincloth/skirt combo shows off her hips and shapely legs.

Her eyes are a bright sea green and filled with mischief and compassion, like she’s planning to prank the hell out of me till I cry then she’ll comfort me while I’m crying so she can prank me again. Needless to say it’s extremely confusing. She giggles as she withdraws her hand.

“Like what you see big boy?” She asks with a breathy voice, doing a slow twirl and rotating her hips slightly. I feel something start to leak out of my nose as I try to look away but can’t budge and inch. Her laugh at my obvious confusion and arousal sounds wonderful and terrifying all at once.

“Oh you mortals are just so adorable when you’re flustered.” She says, sounding like a mother again and making my head hurt from trying to comprehend what’s going on.

A small wash cloth appears in her hand and she holds it out to me. I take it and stare at it then look back to Eris wondering what she gave me this for. She giggles and taps the side of her nose. She tsked at me and mock scolds me while shaking her head.

“You were thinking such naughty things about me that you got a nosebleed, didn’t you, my little perverted mortal.” She says before turning and walking back to Zakaz, swaying her hips way more than necessary. I feel my mouth open and close multiple times trying to form words but they just don’t seem to be there at the moment.

“Don’t tease the boy to much my love, we need him sane after all.” Zakaz says, his voice a deep baritone. Hearing him speak snaps me out of my confusion. I wipe the blood dripping from my nose before I ask.

“What do you want of me?” I’m no stranger to gods and the like, messing with my life. This is the first time I’ll be happy to do what they ask for once though… it’ll give me something to focus on other then… I shake my head banishing that lane of thought.

“God’s such as yourselves never appear before us without wanting something so what do you want?” I say with more venom than I intended. Zakaz’s eye’s harden slightly and I mentally smack myself for my stupid outburst. You do your best to not piss off a god, not the other way around.

“Do not presume to know the mind of a god mortal.” Zakaz says, his voice calm making it all the more scary.

“While you may be correct in your reasoning, you do not know what the future is or could be so you do not dictate what we can and can not want.” His voice, while calm, sounded like earthquakes, full of power and with no mercy for those in its path.

Eris had a look of surprise flash across her face then she gripped her husband's arm.

“You know the future!? Why haven’t you told me anything yet?” She whined and pouted cutely at him. Zakaz raised an eyebrow at his wife.

“You told me not to give spoilers.” He said, making Eris blink. She released his arm and turned away crossing her arms grumbling and pouting.

“Bastard.” She grumbles. Zakaz smiled for the first time since I’ve seen him.

“She never says that.” He told me as he waved his hand in a ‘forget you saw that’ motion. Eris spoke next giving me a kind smile.

“While my husband doesn’t like to admit it, since he’s more stubborn than any mule, we need your help.” She said, Zakaz grumbling slightly. The request for actual aid made me raise an eyebrow.

“What would god’s need the help of a mortal with? You’re gods after all.” I ask, honestly curious about what they’d need help with, not every day a god asks you for help. Eris smile, and intern her whole form, dims slightly and Zakaz places a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

“I’m dying.” She said, like it was a fact about last week's news. I blinked as my mind tried to process those two words. Zakaz spoke before I could get a question out.

“More specifically, she’ll fade. You are here to make sure she doesn’t.” He said, my mind was whirling with different emotions and thoughts as I tried to piece them together.

“You may not have realized this but your planar circle would’ve worked, just not in the way you thought.” Zakaz said.

“It would have acted like a drain and your world the basin of water, everything you knew along with your entire universe, would have been pulled into the void between the worlds, into nothingness and destruction if you had completed it.” Zakaz said, his eyes piercing me with judgement making me squirm underneath his gaze.

“But your experiment granted us a unique opportunity, we were able to pluck you from your universe and bring you to ours without any backlash to the universal laws.” My brain was swimming in confusion so I just listened numbly. The only real thought going through my head was how I was never going to see Alea again.

I felt two arms wrap around me from behind making me stiffen and look back to find Eris embracing me, soothing the ache and fear in my heart, giving me courage and hope.

“You see, little mortal,” She said.

“My husband and I, while beings of creation and power, are bound by laws that are unbreakable. We may create but we can never directly interfere with our creations. When you activated your portal, you would have been killed in the resulting aftermath.” While the news was terrifying to hear, I found myself able to cope and understand what she was saying without losing my mind.

“We are only at our most powerful when our universe, our creation… our home is in balance. But for the last thousand years, order has reigned, un broken, unchanged and my power grows weaker with every passing year.”

I felt pity for Eris, her own creation was killing her. Never had I felt such empathy and drive to help anyone before. Maybe Eris was instilling these feelings inside me but I didn’t care, I wanted… no, needed to help them making things right. It’s what I was born to do, what the Dragonborn was meant to do, make things right.

I reached up and gave Eris’s hand a comforting squeeze getting a small hum of contentment from the goddess.

“But there is still hope for this world.” Zakaz said, drawing my attention back to him.

“Not to long from the present day, there will be a chance to set the balance of the world back onto the path toward balance. A being of chaos that has been sealed away will reemerge and sow the seeds of his wrath upon the ones who sealed him, causing enough chaos and mayhem to empower my love for untold millenia.” Zakaz said then paused a bit and seemed to think. I felt a massive but coming after he paused.

“Though if he is not stopped, and his chaos reigns over order, then I will loose power and will eventually fade into nothingness.” Zakaz shook his head.

“Chaos cannot exist without order, order cannot exist without chaos, if there is to be hope for our home there must be balance or all will fall to ruin.” Zakaz said as a plate spinning on a stick appeared before me, with white beads on one side and black beads on the other. As it spun I saw the beads were even on both sides, till one black bead dropped down; the whole plate started to wobble and shake till it fell and clattered to the floor sending beads every which way before vanishing.

I stayed quiet for a few moment trying to sort out my thoughts.

“But why me? Surely there were hundreds if not thousands of better choices than me to pick from to help.” My body stiffened and a shiver ran down my spine as I felt Eris lick and nibble my earlobe.

“Don’t sell yourself short big boy.” She said, her hot breath on my neck giving me goosebumps.

“While what you say is true, we could not just take them from their worlds without reason as it would cause the exact same problem to their world that is happening to this one.” I felt one of her hands snake around me and grope my chest. She could probably feel my pounding heart.

“There was one mortal who we would have chosen, and he had an amusing fashion sense, always wore bright orange when his job was stealth he was quite the character.” She giggled and I felt a single nail trace over my collarbone to my neck making it’s way up. I was highly aroused and extremely uncomfortable but I couldn’t struggle against her touch and I let out a small moan despite my trying not to.

“But we’d have to doom his world to destruction, so we needed to find someone who, while they had the ability to help, were no longer bound to their world, hence why we choose you.” Her finger curled around my chin guiding my head till I was looking face to face with her. She started to lean closer. Her breath and scent an intoxicating smell of cinnamon and cedar wood.

“You died in your world, the poison killed you, we simply pulled you here before you had died.” Her face inched closer, her soft, full lips, so enticing so tauntingly, beckoning me to kiss them.

Eris raised a hand and cupped my cheek pulling me closer. I was trying to fight the insane amount of arousal and pull away but my body would not listen to me at all. Our lips so close, I felt her warm, stick breath on me. She was a goddess and I couldn’t deny that I wanted her, to worship her with every fiber of my being.

“Boop.” She said and her finger darted in and poked my nose making my face scrunch up and my eyes cross. I blinked trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I was suddenly lifted off the ground and twirled around by a laughing Chaos goddess while being smashed between her two voluptuous breasts.

“He’s so adorable when he’s confused! Zakaz can I keep him? PLEEEEEASE?” I heard her plead with her husband. I had the distinct feeling her eyes had gotten bigger and were shining, even though I couldn’t see them from behind the large mounds of soft flesh in my face.

I realized something then and there. I can’t breath... huh… I CAN’T BREATH!!!! I started to flail and struggle but couldn’t pull my head away from Eris’s chest. Hearing her moan softly as I struggled didn’t help me either.

“My dear you can’t just keep every little mortal you pull from the universes. Where would he sleep, and then there’s the bathing, the food, the shots when he get’s sick and the clean up when he needs to go to the bathroom. It’s too big of a responsibility.” Zakaz lectured Eris.

“I’M NOT A PET!” I screamed but being smashed between Eris’s breasts it probably sounded like ‘mm hm hh mm pphm.’ At least it got Eris’s attention and I felt myself released from her heavenly soft chest pillows. I gasped and drew in as much air as my tortured lungs wanted.

“Were you trying suffocate me with those?!” I asked heatedly. I wish I hadn’t.

“You..Sniff.. D-don’t like m-m-me anymore aaaaaaaah!” Eris’s eye’s spouting tears and she wailed in sorrow as I panicked and rushed to fix my mistake. Did I even mess up? I don’t know, all I know is there a woman in front of me who I upset.

“No no! I do like you, I just don’t like being suffocated, it was an accident that all, it’s okay.” I said trying to reassure her. She looked at me with big, hopeful eyes, her bottom lip trembling.

“Really?” She asked, almost pleading. I felt like my heart was going to explode.

HHHHHRRRRRGGGHH! How is she doing that with her face? I thought as I tried to breath through the pure adorableness.

“Really really.” I said with considerable effort. Eris leapt to her feet in an instant with a happy shout.

“YAY!” She yelled and skipped off to where I know not. I just stood there blinking while my brain was busy breaking into pieces trying to figure her out. I heard a slight chuckle from my left and turned to see Zakaz with a smirk on his face.

“Best not to try and analyze her, you’ll go mad.” I just nodded my head, already feeling the headache starting to form. Zakaz waved his hand and my mind scape changed to a simple sitting room. Two comfortable arm chairs sat on either side of a small table with plain tea set on it.

“Come sit, no doubt you have many questions that plague your mind.” Zakaz said as he took one of the chairs and started pouring us both a cup of tea. I sat down and picked up my cup, taking a sip and raising an eyebrow in surprise but letting the refreshing and reenergizing taste of peppermint linger in my mouth.

I let out a sigh as I feel my body relax, my mind sharpen and clear.

“Thanks for that.” I say, lifting my cup. Zakaz nodded. I took a deep breath, I had many question but I had a feeling not all of them would be answered so I had to pick them carefully.

“What do you want me to do here? Specifically I mean. I know I am not longer in my home Eris explained that in… her own way, but I’m still not clear what you want me to do here.” I said. Zakaz leaned back in his chair never breaking eye contact.

“The answer is quite simple, we want you to live.” He said, I blinked.

“You, mortal, are a wild card, you know next to nothing of this world, it’s people, law’s, ideals and a host of things inbetween. You are a breath of fresh air, a new pair of eyes that will see things others overlook and call them out on it and force them to see the mistakes and errors they’ve made.” Zakaz said.

I started to understand why I was here and I felt the weight of that responsibility on my shoulders.

“As Eris said, we cannot interfere with our creations directly, that would break the laws in place, but we can bend them to a certain extent.” He explained to which I nodded.

“Like pulling a soul away from his universe since he no longer will exist there.” I said, slightly bitter but accepting of it.. Zakaz nodded.

“I’m glad you understand.” Zakoz said. Then something changed, his face became soft, almost sad. He set his sup on the table and leaned forward, his shoulder seeming to almost sag under an unimaginable weight.

“There is one other reason, why you were brought here other than to restore balance to our world… A personal one.” He said. Something in his voice made me listen all the closer. He looked almost… tired.

“I waited till Eris was away to tell you this, since she worries something powerful when…” He paused and took a deep breath.

“Our daughter, Harmony, has gone missing.” He said with a bitter chuckle. I could hardly comprehend what he was saying.

“You’d think a god of creation like me, with the power to see nearly every future that could possibly come to pass would be able to find his child but…” He paused, I saw his countenance fall and grief was plainly written on his face.

“For the first time since we created our home, I cannot see what will be. Something is blocking my sight and this troubles me. I have kept this from Eris so not to add more burdens on her then she already has.” He said and I could understand what he was going through.

Once the Silver hand had kidnapped Alea and I didn’t know where she was for over a month. The possibility that I could loose her eating away at me like acid in my veins. Her friends had wondered where she was and I didn’t have the heart to tell them that their sister had been taken.

Zakaz sighed heavily.

“She may not act it, but she is weak from the lack of balance and I fear the disappearance of Harmony would break her.” I understood why he wouldn’t want her to hear.

“Why me though? I’m a mortal and your a god. If you can’t find her then how can I?” I asked. Zakaz smiled,

“You underestimate your value to the universe mortal.” he said, making me cock my head in confusion.

“We gods are powerful, can create and destroy the cosmos with the snap of our fingers but,” Zakaz leaned back in his chair.

“We are constrained and bound by rules, things no god, no matter how powerful, is allowed to break, but you mortals,” He said as he pointed to me.

“You have no such restrictions. You control your own fate. Your future is yours to choose, you are the commander of you lives, no one decides where your future goes unless you let them.” I was shocked. Did I really have that much choice.

Zakaz chuckled slightly drawing me from my thoughts. He looked me in the eyes and I swear I say stars being born, exploding and being reborn over and over again.

“All mortals think we god's created you, but this is not so, we may create the situations and places for you to be born but we do not create you. We merely govern the worlds you inhabit.” Zakaz gazed at me with a look akin to wonder.

“You mortal, capable of such insight and destruction, the potential to gain power and knowledge that even us gods envy and crave. You, simple, finite mortals are one of the true unknowns in any universe, why do you think we gods take such pleasure from interacting with you? It’s because you always surprise us.”

I felt my mouth go dry. What Zakaz had revealed put everything that had happened in my life into a new perspective. Was Alduin really juut evil, or was he jealous of our freedom. What of the preachers of the divines? Were most of their beliefs just made from a lack of understanding.

My head whirled with thoughts, ideas, theories so many things bouncing around that I gripped my head cause it felt like it was gonna explode. I felt a large hand gently rest on my shoulder and turned to look at Zakaz standing at my side.

I felt my body stop shaking with uncertainty and doubt. My fears vanished like the phantom shadows of the night when the first rays of the sun touch the world. I felt sure, like I had the right people in my corner to make everything work. I smiled at him in thanks and he inclined his head in acknowledgment.

“Truth is always a daunting and painful thing to learn. Truth makes wounds so one can let the infections of lies and deceit bleed away.” He said as he kneeled down to look at me at my eye level.

“And so I offer you a truth that only a father could give.” He said.

“Please, help me find and bring my daughter back.” The pure honesty, hope and fear that came with his request made my heart swell with compassion. Here was a father putting aside his pride to ask for help and damn me to oblivion if I won’t lend a hand.

I straightened my spine and squared my shoulders. I felt determination flow through me like a raging river.

“When do I begin?” I asked. Zakaz got to his feet and nodded. I could see the relief on his face before he placed his mask of indifference back on.

“Very soon, but first I have a gift I wish to give you.” He said placing his hand on my head. My mind erupted with words and numbers, systems of counting and dozens of languages poured into my head.

I collapsed on the ground cradling my throbbing skull as the torrent faded to nothing. I panted and gasped heavily trying to understand what I had been given.

“This world of ours does not speak in the same tongue as your original world does. My gift to you is the gift of understanding. You will be able to understand and communicate in any language that is spoken here, as well as use their number systems.” Zakaz explained to my astonished mind.

“Thank you for this.” I said, feeling truly grateful. It would have been a pain trying to breach a language barrier. A small, genuine smile graced his face before he hid it as Eris popped back up.

“OH! Gifts! I like gifts.” She said and I saw a look of worry flash across Zakaz’s face so quickly I questioned if I had actually seen it. Eris just tapped her chin in thought.

“Hmmm… What could I give you? no , I did that duck one last week, and I already gave my special baking gift the her, hmmm.” She pondered for a few more seconds till a light flashed over her head with a small ding sound.

“That’s it!” She exclaimed brightly. She walked over to me, slowly lowering down, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. My face reddened and she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

I saw red energy swirl around me as she leaned stood back up. I felt like something in my body was building up, getting stronger. My chest started to feel like it would explode from the pressure that was building. I needed to let it out or I was going to exploded

“VOL TOL SHUR!!!” I screamed as I felt the power pour out of me, the flames a bright blue and far hotter than the red orange. As the blazing hot flames died down and the pressure inside me left as well I stood there panting. I could hear Eris giggling off to my left. I turned and gave her a questioning look. She gave me a warm smile but her eyes sparkled with untold mischief.

“I enlarged your magicka reserves a bit as well as increased the potency of your shouts.” She explained, even though she looked strained. I was thankful and excited. One would normally have to train years to increase the power of their shouts. Me being dragonborn cut that time down a bit but it would’ve still taken me many years to get to the power Eris brought them to.

She winked at me and I started to sweat from nervousness.

“The second part you’ll have to figure out on your own.” She said turning and walking away, clearly enjoying that I was staring at his ass and hips as they swayed. She disappeared in a vortex of fire and leaving me with a ton of questions and frayed nervous as to what the second part of her gift could be.

Zakaz just shook his head while smiling.

“She always keep you guessing doesn’t she?” I asked him and he just nodded his head then he jerked his head to look behind me and gasped. I whirled around and saw nothing… Then I felt a solid thump on the back of my head and heard Eris cackling

“He actually fell for it!” Was what I heard her say before every went blank.

Who Will Win?

I groaned as I felt myself stir. What was making that constant annoying beeping?

“Whoever you are please shut up, your beeping is making my head hurt.” I asked, but who ever they were they ignored me. I cracked my eyes open and light filtered into my vision. It was dim, maybe early morning or late evening, I wasn’t sure but I was thankful since my eyes didn’t explode in pain.

I heard who ever was beeping off to my right.

“Will you ple…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I wasn’t really sure what in oblivion's name I was looking at. It wasn’t alive that much I was certain of. It was on some kind of metal stand and had green lines that would spike occasionally in time with the beeping.

I was fascinated by whatever this thing was. I lifted my hand in order to examine it but I couldn’t move it far. I glanced down at my body and saw I was in some kind of padded shackles. I chuckled slightly, I’m the dragonborn simple shackles can’t hold me.

“Feim.” I whisper and my body becomes ghostly and see through. I pull my wrists free from the shackles and shift till I’m sitting on the left edge of the bed. The constant beeping becomes a drawn out sound, making me think it was some kind of alarm. I charged and fired a lightning bolt at it and it stops, as well as gets fried.

I stand up feeling slightly dizzy but not enough to keep me from moving and looking around. My accommodations are different from what I’m used to. The walls were a pale blue with white trim, there was a window in front of me with the curtains drawn.

I walk over and pull the curtains back like an idiot and have to shield my eyes from the bright glow of the sun. After my eyes have adjusted and I blink a few time, I feel my mouth drop open. Zakaz and Eris haddn’t been kidding when they said I wasn’t in skyrim anymore.

Out the window as a massive city of white marble, shining brightly in the sun’s warm light. It had been mid winter in skyrim and this city looked to be in early spring if the blossoming trees I could see dotting some of the streets were any indication. I was high up above the city because I could barely make out that they weren’t human.

My wondrous pondering was cut short by the door being slammed open making me start and whirl around crouching into a fighting stance. Standing in the doorway, blinking at me owlishly stod three horse people, like that woman who had tried to invade my mind before. Only they didn’t quite look like her.

One had brown fur with a black mane and golden eyes. She was wearing a white coat with a grey shirt and dark blue pants. I knew it was a she because she had an impressive pair of breasts on her chest.as well and a well built figure. The really odd thing about her was I could see a single horn, the same color as her fur sticking out of her forehead.

I filed that away for later. The other two didn’t seem to have a horn on their heads. What was more shocking was their colors. One was bright pink with a lovely blue mane and green eyes and the other was a greenish color with a white mane with a darker green stripe in it. They were both females too but not as obvious as the one with the horn. The both wore some kind of white dress that reached to just above their knees.

They just stared at me while I stared at them, staring at me while I stared back at them staring at me. The green one snapped out of her shock first.

“It’s awake!” She yelled. I snorted at being called it, but I’d let it slide this time.

“IT has a name miss.” I said cooly, my voice seemed to shake the other two out of shock as well.

“It can talk!” The pink lady yelled now. I really had to resist slapping my hand to my face. I saw the one with the coat horn start to glow. I knew magic when I saw it so on reflex, I dipped into my magicka reserve, getting ready for whatever this mage threw at me.

I was lucky I did cause I barely had time to throw up my ward before a beam of magicka blasted toward me. It wasn’t very powerful, didn’t even crack my ward spell. I retaliated with a blast small blast of lightning from my right hand scoring a direct his and knocking my attacker unconscious.

The others screamed and ran out of the room in a panic. They were definitely not fighters. They would most likely bring back guards so I had to be quick. I looked around the room for any sign of my belongings. There was a small wardrobe to my left and I opened it to find a few pairs of Identical white robes.

I glanced at myself and found I was in my underwear, much to my embarrassment, so I grabbed one of the robes, wrapping it around myself and tying off the sash. I could hear shouting coming down the hallway along with the sound of many running feet.

I don’t want another violent confrontation. Since there was only one door I’d have to use one of my more ‘improvised’ escapes. When I was imprisoned in a thalmor stronghold this escape tactic came in handy.

It was still a terrifying thing even if it was brilliant. I crouched slightly, taking a deep breath and redying my shout.

“Don’t move creature!” I heard a guy yell at me from behind, but I ignored him.

“Feim Zii Gron.” I said my body fading till it became like a ghost. I ran and leapt through the window and into the open air. The wind whipped by me as I fell to the ground below. After the first time I used this particular shout this way, I had asked Paarthurnax why I was able to pass through some things but not others.

He said it was because I didn’t want to. The become ethereal shout was based off of the users will. If I wanted to fade through the floor I could, if I wanted to not go through the floor I didn’t have to. I had played so many pranks on the students at the college when I found that little tid bit out.

A sad smile made its way onto my ghostly face as a few memories replayed. The ground came up to meet me quickly though, banishing them away as I landed safe and sound. I looked back up to where I had jumped from and whistled. Had to have been at least a hundred foot drop.

“Gods I love being me.” I thought with a smirk

“There it is! Don’t let it get away!” I heard a voice shout making me turn around and see five horse people dressed in gold armor running at me with spears. I decided to be wise and put my knees to the breeze and get the heck out of there.

“I take that back! I Hate my LIFE!” I cried in my head As I raced down an alley way, running away from my pursuers. I flew out of the alley way and found myself on a large cobblestone street. There were a lot of horse people of all shapes, sizes and colors and they were all staring at me.

The silence didn’t last though as one of the ladies near me let loose a high pitch scream and that sent everybody into a panic. They were running all over the place, it would’ve been funny if I had been in any other situation.

Thinking quickly I darted into the seething crowd trying to get lost in the bodies and give the guards the slip. For some reason my brain forgot that these people were running from me and so would avoid me like the plague.

I ran full tilt down the street looking for any place to hide or escape to. There was a door open to my right and I took it without thinking. Diving through it and rolling to my feet I came face to face with a pair of golden eyes inches from mine.

“GAH!” We both screamed and the lady jumped back away from me throwing a parcel she’d been carrying in the air. I didn’t have time to stick around though. I spotted another door behind a counter with a bunch of baked goods in it.

“Sorry.” I yelled as I vaulted over the counter and dashed through the door. I hear the guards storming into the building behind me.

“There like pigeons! You see one then there’s about twenty you don’t see.” I think as I tear down another alley. I hear the deep thrum of a bow and I jump, throwing myself into the wall and an arrow just passes by me sparking off the stone ahead of me.

I Turn and look up following the trajectory of the arrow and my jaw drops.

“I guess those wings weren’t just for show.” I consider as one of the people in armor is in the air and knocking another arrow in it’s bow. Can’t have them shot me.

“ZUN!” I use the first word for my disarm shout and the bow is flung from the guards hands. I’ve wasted to much time though cause the group with the spears are now charging at me. Looks like my want to not cause any harm isn’t going to work.

“I hope this works.” I hope to myself.

“IIZ SLEN NUS!” I use the Ice form shout, doing my best to aim low and for their legs. Luck seems to be on my side for once, cause my plan worked perfectly and the guards were locked into place as their legs were encased in ice. I smirked but didn’t waste time celebrating so I started to run again.

I had forgotten about the flying one. I felt myself get tackled to the ground and I twisted my body so I wouldn’t become pinned while sending my elbow flying behind me. I felt my elbow connect and it threw off the guard long enough for me to roll to my feet.

I blasted low powered lightning at the guard sending them into spasms. I kept it up for a few seconds before canceling the spell and running toward the alleys exit. I wish I hadn’t. I registered a spell heading my way and just barely got my ward up only to be sent skidding down the street.

Whoever cast that spell was at a master level, my ward nearly shattered from the impact of it. With a groan I pushed myself up and faced my attacker, I was going to have to take this one seriously if I wanted to escape alive. I didn’t really need to cause I sure as Oblivion heard them just fine.

“WE HAVE FOUND THEE!!” A ladies voice boomed at imposible volume making my ears ring. I got to my feet and faced what appeared to be a horse woman like the first one I’d seen, only more intimidating. She had deep blue fur, Her hair seemed to be blowing in a breeze even though there was none and sparkled like the night sky.

Her armor consisted of a full plate chest piece and pauldrons, with what looked pants with scale mail attached to the front and sides in her hands she held what had to be the biggest damn battle ax I have ever seen in my life. She twirled it around like it was a twig making me damn near shit myself.

“How strong are these people?!” I thought as every instinct and bone in my body screamed at me to be careful. I slowly into the stance of my favorite fighting style, ‘Brute fist’ style the main hand to hand combat form of the Orcs of Orsinium. It was taught to me by one of my best friends from the companions, an Orc named Grogar.

I only use this style in serious fights, since it’s called brute fist for a reason. It focuses on speed and pure raw power, as well as an insane level of biological knowledge of joints, nerve clusters, pressure points and weak spots on the body to target. Master’s of this style were rumored to be able to kill a person with a single finger, and from what I’ve studied and seen, i believe it.

“THOU SHALT NOT HARM OUR CITIZENS ANY LONGER!!” The female bellowed, flexing her knees, readying her ax and spreading her… wings?! wait , what?! I blinked and looked her over, I don’t know how I missed it but she has a horn and wings. The memory of Celestia popped into my head and I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Who are you? You’re not Celestia but you share similar characteristics of hers.” I asked, keeping my guard up as around 30 equines, in armor poured out of various alleys and surrounded us. The all had shields and spears making a very pointy circle wall around us. Another 20 flying ones came to a halt and hovered in the air above, their arrows nocked and drawn.

I’ve fought bigger groups before, hell the assault on Whiterun I had to take on an entire battalion by myself, but this groups had abilities and tactics that would have the imperials drooling buckets.

The battle ax wielding women cocked her head in a questioning manner.

“HOW DOST THOU KNOW OF OUR SISTER CELESTIA?” She demanded in that insanely loud voice. I made a mental note to try and invent a variation of the muffle spell that focused on the ears.

“I kicked her out of my head when she was trying to go through my memories.” I told her, My eyes jumped around the street taking in everything I could and making a plan to escape before settling on the silver armored woman's eyes.

She seemed surprised for a split second but that was eclipsed by a look of annoyed anger. Her grip on her ax tightened so much I could actually hear the rub of cloth on the wood.

“THOU TRIES TO DECEIVE US WITH THOU’S LIES AND IMPUNE THE HONOR OF OUR SISTER? THOU SHALT PAY DEARLY FOR THY TRANSGRESSIONS!” she boomed at me making my stomach drop.

“I guess that concludes negotiations.” I thought, channeling my lightning into my body. I had discovered an interesting way to use my magic in combat. I found I could enhance my speed and reactions when I channeled my lightning into myself instead of just in outward bursts. It looked damn intimidating too, cause my body let loose electric discharges while I did it.

“I will only give you this one warning,” I said, small lightning bolts flying off me and zapping the ground as well as spear tips close to me, getting the attention of everyone there. I kept my voice even and calm as I spoke.

“I have no wish to fight any of you, but if you attack me…” I left the end open and increased my spells output for intimidation, making the air hum loudly with just barely restrained power. The stench of ozone was thick and the lightning bolts crackled and snapped around me.

It seemed to work as the flying people were looking at each other nervously and I saw some of the guards on the ground start taking steps back. Sadly the ax wielding lady was not intimidated, in fact she was smirking at me. I needed to enact my plan now while i had the advantage.

I jumped straight up praying to lady Nocturnal for luck as I let my Thu’um ring out.

“WULD NAH!” I yelled using whirlwind sprint to carry my momentum from my jump into the air. I zoomed upward and within a second I was well above the entire street and flying people. I hated to do this but if I wanted to escape and not kill anyone there was no other choice.

“Sorry Paarthurnax. I can’t keep that promise.” I apologized to my master and friend.

“JOOR ZAH FRUL!” My Thu’um resounded over the city as I used Dragonrend and a rippling circle of power flew from my mouth and shot towards the group of terrified guards. The flying ones were hit first and with a cry of panic and fear they tumbled to the street below, their wings no longer able to keep them aloft.

The guards on the ground soon felt a crushing force on them sending all of them to the ground and pinned them their. I felt my heart sink as I started my decent, ever since Alduin’s defeat, I had sworn never to use this shout again. After what I’d seen it do to those proud dragons, what it ripped from them, it made my stomach twist into a knot of disgust.

A proud predator like them, should never be turned into weak prey like that.

“Feim.” I mumble as I neared the ground and my body turned incorporeal as I landed. I didn’t have to long a time to stick around so I looked over to where the ax wielder was as she was obvious the leader. I felt my heart skip a beat in shock.

This woman was actually still standing, albet I could she her legs shaking slightly from strain but she was just standing there glaring at me.

“I won’t let thou escape! ARRRAGH!” She yelled a battle cry and charged at me. I was so caught off guard I barely dodged a blow that would’ve cleave me from shoulder to my waist. My mind was in a panic so my body was moving on instinct and dodging her attacks.

“How the hell is she moving around! Gravity should have increased by a factor of 3 at least!” I thought in a panic. My brain finally was snapped back into the real world by a fire ball being sent my way. I activated a ward spell and grunted as fireball impacted my ward and exploded, sending a could of black smoke around me.

“What is she thinking! We’re still surrounded by the guards! Using a spell like that could harm them as well as me. I need to get away from them so this insane lady doesn’t kill someone.” I thought. Using the temporary smoke screen to my advantage i jumped backwards and used whirlwind sprint rocketing me backwards and away from the ring of downed guards.

Lucky I did to cause if I had waited a second more I would’ve been struck by the woman as she swung her ax at me through the smoke. She flapped her wings using them to propel herself after me.

“Get back here!” She yelled, charging at me in a blur of motion.

“FUS ROH DAH!” I yelled, the energy of my thu’um struck her head on and much to my shock it didn’t send her flying backward. It did stop her dead in her tracks and made her skid back slightly but she she only seemed to grunt a she withstood the my shout. I started to feel extremely nervous when I saw a wide grin spread over her face.

“Is she enjoying this?!” I thought as I slipped into my fighting stance getting myself ready for whatever might happen. I stared her down but she just grinned at me. Then in a flash of light she was gone. I felt my instincts screaming at me that I was in danger. I squinted down and I felt a breeze pass, way to close for comfort, over my head.

I placed my hands on the ground and lashed out with my legs in a ferocious double heel mule kick. I felt my heels connect to metal and I shoved with everything i had. I heard a satisfying ‘oof’ as my feet slammed into her gut sending her back a few feet and giving me room to recover and gain my feet again.

Another flash and she was gone again. I saw another flash to my left and my body reacted. I’ve never been so happy for the insane training my friends at the companions and the thieves guild forced me to take once they found out I was the Dragonborn. Those sadistic bastards. I jumped arching my back and body over the top of the horizontal ax swing.

Twisting I brought my right leg down for a powerful vertical round house aimed at her head. I saw her horn light up and she disappeared in another flash making my strike miss. I followed through and landed on my right foot just as she appeared again with another horizontal slash. Using my momentum I punched the flat of the ax head and flipped up trying to hit her with the blade of my foot.

She disappeared again and it was starting to get extremely annoying. It became a deadly and almost graceful dance between us with her appearing and disappearing in multiple places and me trying to do whatever I could to strike her and not get sliced and diced.

I gritted my teeth in concentration, one wrong move, one missed step and I’d never recover. I was getting pissed about her vanishing act but a plan was forming in my head that would capitalize on it. I grinned in my mind and readied myself for her next attack.

Her downward strike couldn’t have come at a better time than now, Nocturnal must be smiling on me.

“Feim.” I mumbled to myself as her ax came down, and I almost laughed at the stunned surprise on her face when it passed right through my body. I had found a small loop hole in this shout, I may not be able to do any physical damage such as punch a person but my shouts still worked.

I let a triumphant smirk cross my face as I shouted at her. She had fallen for my trap.

“FO KRAH DIIN!” I shouted. I saw her horn light up but my shout hit her before she could use whatever spell she had planned and her entire body was encased in a thick, unbreakable prison of ice. I jumped away and readied myself, through the course of this fight I’d learned she was a tricky one and if I underestimated her I’d be dead in the blink of an eye.

I stood there in my fighting stance for what seemed like hours staring at the frozen statue in front of me, the sunlight glinting off the shimmering surface. When nothing happened I slowly let myself relax. This lady wasn’t going to attack me anytime soon. I sighed in relief, the fight was finally over.

My senses barely had time to warn me of danger before I felt something hard slam into my back sending me flying past the frozen popsi-lady and and bouncing painfully down on the cobblestone till I came to a sudden bone breaking stop when I met a wall.

Now being the Dragonborn had its perks. Increased endurance, strength and durability. My bones were strong so it took more to break them. But whatever had struck me sent me flying with enough force to break some of my ribs and my right leg. I may be tougher but pain is still painful no matter how tough you are.

As I fell from my body shaped hole in the wall I started coughing up blood, telling me I was in serious trouble if I didn’t heal quickly. I cast a healing spell and winced as the golden light surrounded me. I felt my bones snap back into place making me cry out in pain. Any organs that had been damaged repaired themselves but any blood I lost would stay lost, the major downside of healing spells, they don’t replace what was lost.

As the last of my bones and wounds returned to normal, I slowly rose to my feet. I was now really pissed and wanted to bring the pain to whoever did that. What my eye found was something I did not expect at all.

There was a group of six ladies staring me down. The one nearest me had orange fur and golden blonde hair tied in a ponytail… heh ponytail on a horse, I must have been hit harder than I thought if I was able to make that bad a joke. The woman wore a strange hat on her head. Her shirt was an odd style, a bunch of dark red squares in black outlines. No idea what her pants were made of but they were the shortest pair of pants I’d ever seen.

“Now ya'll gone and made me mad.” She said, bringing her leg back down to stand on and placed her hands on her hips. Her emerald green eyes flinty with anger seemed to try and bore through my skull.

“She must’ve been the one who kicked me, I’ll need to watch out for her legs because that hurt.” I saw a blur and my body twitched to my left just in time as another set of legs smashed the wall I had hit to rubble.

“Fast!” was all I had time to think before I started to struggle blocking punches and kicks at blistering speeds. I could barely make out a rainbow colored blur from the strikes.

“FUS!” I shouted, forcing whoever was attacking to skid back. It was another mare, this one had sky blue fur and multicolored hair like a rainbow. I felt my face heat up a bit as I caught sight of the clothes she was wearing, or rather... her lack of clothes. It looked like she was wearing only undergarments.

They covered her more sensitive bits but not much else, exposing her extremely toned stomach and legs that looked like they could kick a stone wall to gravel. The wings on her back flared like a birds when they’re trying to make themselves look bigger then they really are. Her rose eyes blazed with anger as she glared at me.

“I’m gonna beat you to a pulp, you bucking bastard!” The scantily clad, winged woman said and her form blurred once again.

Her attacks were getting faster and harder to dodge. I was pumping my lightning magic into my body, increasing my speed and I was still having trouble with her attacks. It didn’t help she obviously had training in hand to hand and that her style was completely unknown to me. I kept attempting to get a hit in but her defense was near perfect.

“I gotta find a weakness soon or she’ll out pace me.” I thought, but this woman must have guessed my thoughts cause her style switched up and I found myself dodging her right wing coming down like a blade at me. I dodged but was struck in the chest with one of her hooves as she flipped and kicked. I felt a few of my ribs crack as I stumbled backwards in pain.

I needed space to recover. I didn’t want use this cause it’s extremely harmful but I don’t have much choice. The woman launched at me again and I blocked her strike pumping magic into my arm.

She screamed in pain and tried to jumped away clutching her burned limb glaring daggers at me. My arms and legs were wreathed in deep blue flames. As much as I didn’t want to, I need to end this fight quickly so I pressed my advantage. I started my attack, forcing the woman to doge frantically or get burned as I targeted her joints and nerve centers.

Her hoof got caught on a piece of ruble from the wall and she stumbled. Ceasing the advantage I shot past her landing on the wall with my feet before launching of and curling into a ball. I flew toward her as a living fireball and smashed into her gut like a bolder sending her flying back toward the group.

She cried out as my flames burned her but I controlled my power carefully making sure that she’d be able to recover.

“You brute!” I heard a very posh voice yell as I extinguished my fire. I had to jump away as dozens of stones, pieces of wood and glass were sent flying at me.

“What the hell!” I looked around as I dodged the deadly projectiles. My eye fell on a very elegant looking woman. Her fur was so white it almost hurt to look at her. She wore a simple black skirt that ended at her upper calves with a cream blouse. Her hair was deep purple and fell in elegant curls around her face.

Her blue eyes seemed like pools of Ice as her face was twisted into a snarl. The objects chasing me were encased in a the same color as what was around her horn.

“Seems these people’s magic has an aura. I need to find a way to shake these objects!” I jumped and leapt around, dodging this way and that trying not to get hit by anything. as I dodged the last of the object storm, I saw something fly mere inches from my face. A… cucumber?”

“You meanie Mc’meanie pants! Order's up! Here’s your knuckle sandwich!” I hear a high pitched and happy female voice yell and I lean back and a blur of pink passes by me. My eyes land on my new assailant and I see another one of the group crouch down ready to spring back at me.

She had pink fur and darker pink hair that looks like a hair stylist nightmare it so tangled and poofy. She some kind of top with no sleeves that was a sky blue and wore short pants similar to the orange woman. She had a big, bright and cheerful smile on her face but it never reached her sapphire blue eyes. There was a fire in her eyes and I felt a chill of dread crawl down my spine.

“Oh! You wanted pickles? I’ll give you pickles!” She reached into her poofy hair and started to spin, launching slices of pickles at me.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” I yelled in complete confusion. Something in my brain told me not to get hit with any of these things and I soon found out why. I don’t know how but these piece of vegetable were sharper than any blade and sliced through the stone wall that was behind me like a hot knife through butter.

“How the..” was all I got to yell as this insane lady stopped spinning her bright smile striking fear into my heart more than any deadric prince.

“COMBAT CUMQUATS! AAAAAAAHHHH!” She belted out as a war cry and her arms blurred in a windmill motion launching small orange balls at me. I didn’t bother dodging… I ran, screaming like a little girl, pumping my magic into my legs as fast as I could to get away from this insane woman. Whatever she was throwing at me started to explode on impact in a trail behind me only spurning me to run faster.

“Where do ya think ya'll are going?!” I heard a voice yell from above me. I squeaked out the first word of the become ethereal shout and I watched as the orange lady in the strange hat hit the ground under me with a kick.

Okay… hit is too weak a word. Annihilated would be closer. The ground cracked and cratered as her hooves slammed into the ground through me. My eyes bugged out of my skull as I glanced back at where I would have been crushed to a pulp. I turned my face back forward and I let louse a scream so high pitched it broke the glass window nearby.

There in front of me was the most deadly thing no matter what world I’m in. The bane of my existence, Nothing I could do would be able to save me if I was caught. In front of me were two, big, shimmering, pouring out infinite cuteness, eyes.

The horse woman in front of me had yell butter yellow fur and a soft pink hair. She wore a long sleeved green shirt and cream pants. Her hands were raised up in front of her like they were trying to ward off an attack. Her big blue eyes, shimmered with tears and her bottom lip quivered slightly.

I felt my heart expand to near bursting from this level of cute. I clutched my chest and mad an audible ‘hhhnnnggg’ sound as I backed away from the woman. I was never able to say no to faces like that, Alea, always managed to get me to do things for her when she made a face like that.

Fate decided to have mercy on me, or decided to be an evil demon because I saw another flash of pink on my left. I slowly turned and my scream locked up in my throat. That insane pink one was was right me some how, with that same, big happy, horrifying grin.

“Were you going? You didn’t even have dessert.” She said like it was just a fact of life as she reeled back her arm with a pie in her hand ready to throw it. I don’t know how I did it but I jumped over her bringing my legs up in a split I soared over her head, while yelling like a insane person.

“I’m full I don’t want dessert! Why does this always happen to me Mamman? I don’t want to fight but everyone picks on me Mamman!” I pause in my rant as I continue to run.

“Why and I crying in Prench? What even is Prench?” I ask out loud as I run. A explosion of dust ahead of me makes me skid to a halt. I can see someone in the dust cloud but I can’t quite make it out.

“THOU THOUGHT THOU WAS RID OF US SO EASILY?!” The ax wielding lady was back and she bellowed a war cry as she leapt at me from the the crater made by her landing. I curse under my breath and try to dodge and I found my limbs suddenly snapped straight as board and my body cover in a purplish aura.

“Shit! I can’t move!” I screamed in my head as I watched in slow motion as the ax made its way toward my neck.

Author's Note

Well now seems like Brom here is in quite the...Pickle, wouldn't you say master? :ajsmug:

*Overlord facepalms* "that was painful Gnarl." :fluttershyouch:

Not as painful as that cliffhanger for the readers. Oh I bet they're just frothing at the mouth in anger. *Evil cackle* well don't worry to much, it's obvious Brom won't die otherwise I'd have nothing more tourtu.. I mean entertain you all with. :rainbowdetermined2: the big question is what will happen next? well my dear readers you'll have to wait and see. so until next time, remember, Evil always finds away/

Lets start over

CLANG! The sound of Metal hitting on metal rang in my ears.

“That’s enough Luna!” I heard a stern voice say behind me. I shakely observed the ax that had been stopped a few inches away from my neck. The shaft of a silver and gold spear was the only thing between me and decapitation. I twisted my head to look behind me to see who I had to thank for allowing me not to lose my head.

“So this is what you look like outside of my head.” I commented to Celestia. I was probably in shock from my near death experience so my priorities weren’t all straight. She looked slightly different. In my mind she had a pink mane and tail but here they were a pastel rainbow of colors. Kinda reminded me of the skys transition from noon to evening.

I heard a grunt of frustration and the ax drew back but, who I know knew was named Luna, didn’t lower it.

“This creature attacked our subjects sister and you defend it?” She asked hotly. I was extremely annoyed at that and voiced it.

“Don’t do go pinning this on me ya chop happy nutter. Your people struck first and I tried to stop the fighting on 2 occasions! No one heard me or more accurately wouldn’t listen.” I said. Luna’s mouth dropped in shock and I heard a few gasps off to my left which I ignored.

“Chop, happy, nutter?” Luna parroted, I just rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, you were a bit spazzy with your strikes. It’s a good thing you’re not a lumberjack cause the only thing safe in the woods would be the trees.” I heard a snort from behind me and saw Luna pouting at Celestia.

“Why are you laughing Tia!” She asked as she puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.

“Because it was funny, I got the mental picture of you yelling battle cries in a forest trying to hit the trees.” I heard Celestia giggle and I sighed.

“Not that this isn’t a lovely bit of banter but can we get back to the present please? I’d like to get this whole situation sorted and over with…” I paused as a thought popped into my head.

“And my things returned to me.” I added.

“You hurt Rainbow Dash, you’re in no condition to demand anything.” Someone yelled at me and I looked to my left to face them. The group of 6 ladies were standing there, the lavender one’s horn was glowing.

“She must be the one holding me here, I’ll use become ethereal... to…” I blinked. I would have walked over to a nearby wall and started banging my head off it for my stupidity if I wasn’t being held imobile.

“Feim.” I mumbled and felt the womens holding effect drop from me. I started to walk over to the, now extremely nervous, group of women. There was a cry of alarm from Luna who started to swing her ax again but Celestia grabbed the shaft, stopping it from even getting near me, not that it would’ve hit me at any rate but the thought counts.

As I near the group and my body returned to the physical plane, they circled protectively around their hurt friend, blocking my path. I just sigh, but I couldn’t blame them and their reaction so I just went with it.

“Group healing it is then.” I said and cast ‘healing hands’ on them.The purple and white one looked confused and nervous as the golden glow of my restoration spell washed over them. There was a groan from their downed friend making them whip around and kneel down to check on her.

I was able to make out the burns disappearing and her fur growing back over the healed flesh. I had made sure her burns weren’t serious when she fought me so my healing spell didn’t have much trouble fixing her.

After about a minute of keeping it up I cut the spell off and I finally felt the Magicka and physical fatigue I had been ignoring this whole time. My body felt like it was made of stone and wished I had had a stamina potion on me to take the edge off.

“Your friend is fine now, I had made sure her wounds were superficial in the first place so any healer worth their salt wouldn’t have had a problem. She’ll be a bit sore but other then that she’s good as new.” As I tell them The rainbow haired one stirs and starts to wake.

“Anyone get the number of that carriage?” I hear her ask before she was squashed in a group hug. I turned around and faced Celestia and luna, the later looked completely confused while the former looked curious.

“Your soldiers should be fine as well, the one that got shocked will have a problem with some light and random spasms for a few days but that’s about it and the ones that were with ax girl here at worst will have a few broken bones.” I told them getting a nod from Celestia and a bewildered look from Luna.

Hearing many feet stomping there way towards me I turned and saw large group of soldiers in heavy armor quickly making their way towards me. I cursed mentally, I didn’t have much stamina left and if things got rough there was no guarantee I’d make it out alive. I tensed my muscles so I’d be ready for anything. I didn’t know what would happen next and knowing is half the battle.

I mentally groaned as I had unintentionally quoted something Brynolf all ways said. I started walking backwards as the the platoon neared till I felt something sharp between my shoulder blades. I mentally facepalmed as I looked behind me and saw Luna giving me a smug smirk.

I just decided to let them win this fight. I was way too tired to really do anything and I had little to no knowledge about this place and knowing was half the… DAMN IT BRYNOLF! I sighed heavily as I got on my knees and placed my hands on the back of my head. The soldiers quickly spread out blocking points of escape.

“Princesses are you alright?” I heard one of the soldiers say as they stepped forward and removed their helmet. The soldier had white fur and cobalt blue hair fell to just above his shoulders. His eyes constantly moving around observing everything. I could tell he was an experienced fighter.

“Shining!” The soldiers attention was drawn toward the purple one as she ran up to him. A flash of worry appeared on his face before he schooled his features.

“Twilight! What are you doing here? Are you okay? You’re not hurt?” He shot out rapid fire questions looking her over for any injury. Whatever they were going to say was cut short by the crazy blue Lumberjack.

“Captain Armor, Thy timing is good, we hath captured the rogue as you can see.” She said I just twisted to look at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Cartured? Don't you mean I surrendered? There is a difference you know.” She just glared at me and opened her mouth to retort but she was stopped by Celestia's hand.

“That's enough Luna, don't make this situation worse by letting your temper get the better of you.” She gave Luna a pointed look. Louna just huffed, crossed her arms and looked away. Celestia sighed with a shake of her head than turned her gaze to me.

“I offer my apologies for the treatment you have received from our subjects and guards.” She dipped her head in a small bow making every single jaw present drop other than mine. While I was still pissed she invaded my mind, I was willing to let by gones be by gones
and her apologizing spoke volumes about her character.

With a grunt I carefully got back to my feet making those with weapons grip or reach for them. Ignoring them I faced Celestia and gave a small bow of my own.

“I accept your apology, Princess Celestia and I offer one of my own. For the injuries that were sustained from conflict on my part, I Brom Stormcrown, Archmage of the Winterhold Mages guild and college offer my sincere apologies.” I tried to be as formal as I could but you can only be so formal when all your wearing is the remains of a to small robe.

I felt my face blaze with heat and I chuckled slightly in embarrassment. How in Oblivion’s name did I forget about my state of undress? I chalk it up to adrenaline rush and move on. I picked my head up and looked at Celestia, my blush still on my face. I could see she was a bit confused.

“If it’s alright, I’d like my clothing returned to me, it’s getting a bit breezy for me.” I ask. I see her eyes glance down at what was left of that rode I had grabbed. My upper body was completely exposed showing off my very well built body if I do say so myself. Though I could do without the scars from my training sessions, those sadists.

Celestia’s eyes widen and… How can I see a blush when she’s covered with fur? That makes no sense but it’s still happening, weird.

“Y-yes, that would probably be best.” she said, her eyes kept flicking from my own to my exposed chest. While I was flattered I wanted cloths more. Clearing my throat and getting her attention I raised an eyebrow, something I learned from… from Tolfdir. The pain and sadness tried to return with a vengeance but I smashed them down hard. This was no time for a break down, That can happen later.

Celestia gave me an odd look. I must not have hidden my darker emotions as good as I thought. Luckily she didn’t press and after a deep breath she spoke.

“I’ll personally show you where you can rest, if you’ll follow me.” Celestia said. I was a little surprised. Royalty showing a guest around? This place was definitely different than Skyrim or Tamriel in general. Most people in power, besides a select few, delegated this stuff to servants or guards. While I’m still upset for the metal intrusion, she’s gone up a notch on my respect list as a ruler who doesn’t mind doing grunt work.

I nodded and… found two spears and a sword tip up against my throat. I gave a flat look toward the two guards the captain.

“Princess, I must protest this. He attacked and injured over thirteen guards and assaulted Princess luna. Attacking guards is one thing but Assaulting royalty is the highest offense punishable by the law.” He argued and i couldn’t fault him. To much. While I did injure the guards and fought the princess they all instigated those fights so I wasn’t in the wrong. Celestia must have thought so too because her face went as hard as steel.

“Captain Shining Armor.” She said, she voice was calm and collected but it carried far and held power. I saw the captain give a slight shiver and had to fight a chuckle. He’d fucked up and he knew it.

“Yes Princess?” He asked snapping a salute and stood at attention. I actually felt a bit sorry for the guy, I’d been on the receiving end of this before myself. Not fun.

“Who is the one who makes the laws?” Celestia asked.

“You and princess Luna.” Captain armor said. I stiffened slightly as I felt a magical pressure start to build up, getting heavier by the second.

“Correct, Captain. We make the laws. Are you questioning our judgment on when we should enforce those laws, Captain?” She stressed his rank hard and the magical pressure skyrocketed captain shake and his breathing quickened. It was an interesting way to use ones magic. It would have made so many annoying situations back home so much easier to deal with if I had used this.

“N-no, p-p-princ-cess.” The captain stuttered out just barely able to make a comprehensible sentence. The pressure disappeared instantly and the captain gasped in relief. Celestia gave him a hard look, not unlike a mother who just scolded her child.

“Be careful that your tongue doesn’t get ahead of your mind next time captain.” She said getting an passionate head nodding in response. She turned back to me and smiled. I hadn’t survived in the courts and halls of Jarls and emperors alike just by luck. I could tell behind her smile was a calculating and brilliant planing mind. I’d have to keep my eyes peeled and a dagger under my pillow.

“Please follow me.” She said gesturing with her hand. I followed behind her as we walked toward the castle, my mind trying to think through all that had happened. I was sure of one thing though as I glanced at Celestia.

“She would be a very dangerous opponent if I get on her bad side.”

Author's Note

Well things seem to be calming down... or are they? MWAHAHAHA!!! :pinkiecrazy: