(Newly Discovered Crypt in Skyrim, Ocellus POV)

Today was extremely exciting! We’re finally on a school field trip to Skyrim! Fabjorn always told us stories about the beautiful landscapes, and how adventurers would always come from far and wide and told stories of their exploits, and the night sky came alive with the Celestial Lights. We got permission from Archmage Keplan, of the College of Winterhold to visit as long as we don’t interrupt any research, or cause any sort of trouble. Headmare Twilight said that there would be no problems, so now here we are on the outside of the tomb going over some safety rules. Deputy Headmaster, Tolfdir was our guide today, as Master J’zargo was busy with another matter. “So with that out of the way, let’s head inside.” Tolfdir said ushering us into the tomb. “One of the first things you’ll notice is that the dead that used to inhabit this crypt have been cremated so that we don’t have any accidents.” He explained as we walked down the steps from the entrance. “You mean the Draugr right?” Gallus asked. “Yes, exactly. Now please keep close to me and your Headmare.” The old wizard replied. About an hour in, I kept feeling this urge of curiosity. I ignored it for a while now, but now I was so lost in my thoughts that Meldah, Fabjorn, Yona, Althorn, and Al’rhune lagged behind the rest to help me.

“Hey Ocellus?” Meldah asked. “Yes?” I said as I snapped out of my trance. “You seem distracted. What’s on your mind?” Althorn asked. “I feel something calling to me from somewhere in the tomb.” I said as I began to walk forward and to the left. “Uh Ocellus, the group’s that way.” Al’rhune said pointing to the other side of the room. “I just can’t stand this voice in my head!” I shouted surprising everybody. “I’m sorry.” I said looking at my friends. “It’s okay, Yona help you.” Yona said encouragingly. “Hidden Switch.” a voice said in my mind. I felt the wall for any irregularities in the stonework. I felt a slight divot in one of the stones on the wall and pushed the stone in, this caused a doorway to open, but the crypt ceiling started to shake. “Everybody in!” Meldah yelled and we all ran into the opening as the ceiling collapsed.

(Meanwhile with the rest of the group, 3rd P.O.V)

Twilight and the rest of the students followed Tolfdir as he explained many interesting things about the tomb. Twilight looked behind the group and saw that a few students were missing. “Twi? Are you okay?” Applejack asked. “No, I’m not. I have a feeling that some of the students are in danger!” she whispered. “I could go look for ‘em.” Applejack offered. “No! You could get lost with no hope of catching up with us!” Twilight exclaimed quietly. “The best thing we can do is keep going forward, these crypts are hard to navigate sometimes.” Tolfdir said quietly. We were in a large antechamber letting the students rest a bit. “So after our break we should…. What was that?” Fluttershy asked. “That might’ve been a cave in somewhere in the tomb, these things happen. It was probably further down.” Tolfdir said. “I hope they’re alright.” She said as they started to walk again.

(Back Ocellus and Co. 3rd P.O.V)

After the group survived the room collapse, they noticed that the room seemed less like a tomb, and more like a “civilized” cavern. A fair section of the “hall” they were in depicted what seemed to be Nords worshiping certain figures that were holding an orb of some kind. After that, the Nordic style of stone work seemed to vanish into a very straight, smooth, and oddly natural looking stonework. Ocellus was the first to stand up and looked around. She eventually looked towards the smooth stonework and took a few steps forward. “Is it just me, or does this not look like Nordic architecture?” Althorn asked. “I can tell you that this not Nord architecture, what this is I have no idea.” Fabjorn replied. “There’s only one way out now, forward.” Ocellus said as she cast a light spell. The spell caught the light of some odd looking fibrous crystals scattered around the immediate area of the spell. “Collect the crystals.” An odd voice seemed to reverberate from deeper within the “cavern”. Yona walked up to a section of crystals and pulled a crystal that was jutting out from the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Fabjorn asked in shock. “You not hear the voice, we collect crystals.” Yona said. “Maybe we should collect the crystals as we go.” Al’rhune suggested. “Good idea.” Ocellus said as they continued on their journey towards something that would change their lives forever.

After a while of walking, climbing, and careful down cliff jumping, the group arrived in a large antechamber of some kind. In the center of the giant room was a very small and open obelisk. “Place the crystals in the obelisk.” The voice instructed. The others handed Ocellus their crystals and she gently placed them inside of the obelisk. Upon receiving the shards, the opening closed and a gentle hum reverberated throughout the room. The obelisk began to glow and the voice spoke in a louder volume. “Simulation Retransmission. Activation initiated.” The glow exploded, seeming to make magical sparkles float around the room. “Greetings, Students of Friendship.” The voice said. An awkward silence permeated the room for a bit. “Who, or what are you?” Fabjorn asked in awe. “I am Designation Observe Simulation. An Artificial Intelligence meant to observe the passing of time and the simulation of one of many possibilities.” Observe said. “What do you want with us?” Ocellus asked. “It isn’t me who wants anything with you, Changeling of the Bloodline.” Observe said. A small section of the floor near the obelisk opened, revealing a pedestal with an oddly crafted bronze orb on it. “The Apple of this World was calling to you. It must have sensed you and decided you are worthy of wielding it.” Observe said. “M-me? Why me?” She asked. “What’s this Bloodline you spoke about earlier?” Meldah asked. “Whether by accident or by one of the simulations, many sentient species have ancient blood that allow the best use of the Apples and other Pieces.” Observe explained. “This ancient blood are from ancestors that shared relations with the Isu race, or as some in other simulations call them, the Precursor race.” Observe added. “I don’t know what to say.” Ocellus said. “If words escape you, actions can speak louder. You may take the Apple, and use it at your discretion. Keep the world safe, or conquer it. Use it to aid Friendship, or hinder it. It is your choice. No one can tell you otherwise. All they can do is advise.” Observe told her.

“Thank you.” Ocellus said as she gently picked up the relic. “Is there a way out of here?” Fabjorn asked. “That there is, but before I reveal that, I have a request to make of you.” Observe said. The pedestal lowered itself back into the ground and came back out with a similar orb that Ocellus was holding. When it stopped, the orb then glowed and levitated off the pedestal. A series of bronze colored magic seemed to seep out of it, forming the body of a Lamia. ‘Her’ snake tail was a beautiful shade of dark blue like her hair with white and brown spots, her torso was clothed in what seemed to be an obsidian version of Glass armor. The oddest part about her was her eyes. While one of them was reptilian and was bright blue, the other was just glowing a bronze color.

“What? Does my appearance frighten you?” The Lamia asked in a concerned voice. “No, it’s just we haven’t seen a lamia in centuries!” Ocellus said with her mouth agape. “Oh, I figured this form would be best. I can change it if it bothers you.” She said, her bronze eye glowing a bit brighter. “No,you don’t have to! I think you look fine. Right guys?” Althorn said. Everyone else nodded in agreement. “Okay. Now, as for my request I want in return for helping you leave-” The Lamia said, but Al’rhune interrupted her. “You want to leave with us don’t you?” the Khajiit asked, seeing where this was going. “I’m that obvious, aren’t I?” The Lamia asked. “It’s not that Sara, I mean you give Ocellus this relic, and we just leave you when we’ve been your first social interaction in centuries? No we understand that you want to leave this boring place.” Al’rhune said walking up to Sara. “Is Sara my name?” She asked, earning a nod in response. “I love it! Thank you!” Sara exclaimed happily hugging the Khajiit in a nearly bone crushing embrace with her tail and arms. “Sara! You’re crushing him!” Meldah shouted, gaining the lamia’s attention. “Oh Gods! I’m so sorry!” Sara exclaimed as she released a hyperventilating Al’rhune from her grasp. After he got his breath back, Sara cleared her throat awkwardly. “Um, just follow me. I can get us out of here and just outside the tomb just before your teachers and other friends exit the tomb.” She said as she slithered to a unique runic circle, with the group following. “Just stand in the circle and we’ll be out before you know it.” Sara said. They did as she instructed, and a bright bronze light rose from the center of the circle. Within the blink of an eye, they were standing outside the tomb...right in the center of a bandit ambush.

“What the!” One of the bandits, an Imperial, said before pulling out her sword and making an attempt to strike Sara. What the bandit didn’t expect was the sword to be blocked by two obsidian daggers and then getting knocked over by a giant snake tail. “Guys! Take cover!” Sara yelled before taking on the Imperial bandit and a nearby orc bandit with her daggers and tail. “We have to help her!” Meldah said as she now prepared a lightning spell in her hands. “I’ll heal you.” Althorn said preparing his healing spell. “Any boosting Illusion spells?” Fabjorn asked. “Unfortunately not.” Al’rhune said. “Ocellus, try using that relic you got.” Yona suggested. “But how!? I don’t know how-” Ocellus tried to say, but was interrupted by a Nord bandit with a steel war hammer. “I’ll squash you like the bug that you are!” He shouted as he swung the hammer down towards her. In reflex, she flinched and raised the relic up. When she did so, the relic glowed a bronze color and seemingly transformed into a bronze shotel sword. When the hammer hit the sword, it was stopped with hardly any effort. “H-how?” Ocellus asked, but soon the Nord’s battle cry snapped her out of her thoughts. Ocellus soon blocked another blow and she managed to catch the warhammer on the inside curve of her weapon and pull it out of his hands, and before he could react, he found the blade through his abdomen. Ocellus was only trying to disarm him, but now she had just killed him. Knowing this the young changeling dropped her weapon and began to weep. A Breton bandit mage made an attempt to cast an ice spike at her while she was distracted, but Althorn jumped between her and the projectile with a ward active. The mage made an to charge a second spike, but Fabjorn clubbed him from behind with his staff. The mage quickly turned around and knocked the staff down towards the ground, but Fabjorn took advantage of that by kicking the guy’s face. He then ducked under the staff, dodging a punch from the mage, and kicked the Breton’s shin, throwing his second punch towards Fabjorn to miss as he cringed. Fabjorn then twisted the staff under the mage’s legs, causing him to trip and fall, and the young Nord then swung the staff up and then down into the Breton’s face, killing him instantly.

Nearby, Sara finished off the Imperial and Orc bandits and quickly pulled out her bow and headshot a far off Bandit Archer of the Bosmer variety. With the archer’s death, the ambush was cleared. Sara turned to the students and saw Ocellus in her distressed state and slithered over to her and comfortingly wrapped her in a hug with her arms and tail. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re okay.” She said in comfort to the Changeling. “I only wanted to disarm him, not kill him!” Ocellus said in distraught. “I know, but he would’ve taken you and your other female classmates prisoner and murder the boys.” Sara said. “You did the right thing, just remember you acted in self-defense.” Meldah said consolingly. “Thanks guys, really. Lord Molag may be the Lord of Domination, but he’s mellowed out quite a bit, and has taught us to never kill for pleasure, it’s an unfulfilling way of life.” Ocellus explained. “I’d say he was wise to tell you this because he’s done that for millenia, and realized how empty it’s made him.” Althorn said.

(Sara, P.O.V)

Seeing the students care for the distraught Ocellus made me smile. When I was created by the Isu, I was just given a purpose and left alone, until these youngsters came along and invited me into their lives, they gave me a new name; an identity, something that my makers never did. “I hope that I can find a new purpose with them, I’d like to leave this place for good. This place was no home to me, but a prison.” I thought to myself as the world around me started to turn gray and time slowed to almost a complete stop, the only other person unaffected was Ocellus. Then there was a purple glow surrounding a figure garbed in fancy robes and was most decidedly an Altmer. “Young Changeling, you’ve now set yourself upon a path that could lead to imminent disaster.” The figure said. “What do you mean? Who are you?” Ocellus asked frantically. “Calm down young one, I’m just warning you because the object you now hold has the power to bring peace to the world, or become the catalyst of its destruction. As for who I am, my name’s Anor and I am a monk of the Psijic Order.” the now named, Anor said. “I can protect her if I need to, besides my original purpose was to guard the relic from thieves.” I said gaining the monk’s attention. “Huh, this is unexpected.” Anor said as he looked at me. “It seems that since you’re tied to the relic, you’re able to ignore the effects of my spell. Fascinating. Anyway, just know that the Psijic Order is watching over you, good luck young one.” Anor said as he disappeared and the effects of his time spell now ended.

“Whoa, what happened?” Althorn asked. “A monk from the Psijic Order appeared and spoke to us.” I replied. Althorn, Meldah, Al’rhune, and Fabjorn all had concerned expressions on their faces. “The Psijics?! What did the monk say?” Meldah asked in a panicked tone. “Yona confused. What is Psijic Order?” Yona asked. “The Psijic Order is a group of mages who basically tend to safeguarding, or looking out for any magical anomalies that could prove to be disasters for the world.” Meldah explained. “What did the monk say?” Athorn asked. “He said that I need to be cautious with the relic as it could either bring peace to the world, of be the object that causes its destruction.” Ocellus said. “Well you’re not alone in this, you’ve got us, the teachers, the other students, and Sara to help you.” Al’rhune said placing a hand on her shoulder. “Thanks guys I really appreciate it. Now let’s see if Headmare Twilight and the others made it out….” Ocellus was cut off by the sound of somebody screaming. “Thank goodness you’re all okay!” A lavender mare said as she ran towards our group and clearly ignored me. “I was so worried! What happened? Tell me everything! Who’s that?” She asked, finally noticing me. “Sorry we strayed Headmare Twilight. I was I guess you could say entranced by something in the crypt, but it turns out that the Nords weren’t the only ones who buried something here. We found another section of the crypt that was made by a civilization called the Isu. Also, that’s Sara, she’s the guardian of the relic we found. Then when we left the chamber, we were attacked by a group of bandits, and we had to defend ourselves.” Ocellus reported. “While I am fascinated by what you discovered, and happy that you’re all okay, I still have to give you all detention for not staying with the group, and I’ll have to confiscate the relic.” Twilight said sadly as she activated her magic to take the relic from Ocellus.

As this was happening, the old man with the group seemed to be ogling me, and it was making me uncomfortable. “Excuse me sir, your staring is making me uncomfortable.” I said getting his attention. “Oh I’m terribly sorry miss, I just couldn’t help but notice that you practically radiate magicka.” The man explained. “Oh where are my manners, I’m Tolfdir, the Deputy Headmaster of the College of Winterhold.” Tolfdir said extending a hand. “My name is Sara, and to explain the magicka thing, I technically exist outside the simulation you call reality, so your mind simply is taking what you know, and establishing that as the reality concerning me.” I said as I shook his hand. As I shook his hand, I noticed that Twilight was trying to take the relic from Ocellus. “Miss Twilight, taking the relic from her will be a futile effort. Even if you managed that, it would return to her possession, no matter what.” I said to her as she struggled. “We’ll see about that!” Twilight said as she strained herself. With I sigh, I nocked an arrow and fired it past her horn, letting the arrow’s feathers touch her horn, scaring her and tickling her horn, stopping her magic in that brief instant. “What in tarnation did ya do that for?!” An orange mare asked in shock. “I’m only doing my duty as the guardian of the relic...and to keep her from breaking her mind.” I replied. “Break her mind?” A yellow pegasus mare asked. “The relic also technically exists outside of the simulation you call reality. The day she overcomes the relic’s safeguards is the day she she ends up having to live the rest of her eternal days in a padded cell.” I explain, making sure to put emphasis the mental consequences to Twilight. “Oh geez, just like the ‘Lesson Zero’ incident.” The orange mare said with a shudder. “I’m not sure what you mean, but okay.” I accepted. “I’ll tell ya later. So Sara, was it, do you have anywhere to live, or work?” Applejack asked. “To live, no. Work, well, aside from my job as guardian, no.” I answered.

“If you want you could come with us to Ponyville, we could always use a substitute teacher for our school. If you’re interested, you could work there.” Twilight offered. I felt a smile grow on my face and I embraced Twilight tightly in my arms and tail. “Headmare Twilight, Sara’s a…” Meldah began, but she was too late. “Hugger.” she deadpanned. “I can see that.” Twilight said as she began to lose her breath. “Oops, sorry. I’m just so thankful for this.” I said placing a hand behind my head. “Right so, now it’s time to go home. All of us.” Twilight said with a smile. We soon found ourselves on a ship in the harbor near the Hold of Windhelm, bound for Equestria. My new life was going to be eventful indeed.

Author's Note

The plot thickens! now we have the Assassin's Creed universe colliding with Equestria as well, it seems that the multi-verse is beginning to converge to maintain balance.
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