Beautiful Insanity (A Skyrim/Oblivion Fanfiction) ((ORIGINAL))

Lost and Found

Thank you for commenting, Fluffgirl67, KevlonGaming, and firebug_96 by the time I posted this chapter! p.s. firebug_96, I think you'll be happy with this chapter. ^w^

By the way, I'm sticking with the words and plotline for the most part for the quest, but you'll notice that I've changed quite a bit... quiiiite a bit. I won't deal with the majority of bull that goes on, so it'll be very brushed over after the first dungeon.

I intended for this chapter to be like 1k words. o___o Look at it now, so beautiful. It's now officially 8558 words right... about... now!

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((23rd of Sun's Height, 3E 433))

((Regina's POV))

I landed roughly on a grassy hill, the Elder Scroll in my hand. The moon was a sliver in the sky overhead. Now why have I been sent to nighttime? Dust coated my skin, and I coughed in disgust. "Where am I?" I wondered. It obviously wasn't Skyrim, and it occurred to me that I might have moved through more than just provinces. I'd landed in a deciduous forest, and the sharp scent of sap hit my nose. "Actually, the better question is when." Given the nature of the Elder Scrolls, it was impossible to tell how it had mixed with my magic. I studied the landscape and noticed a grand city in the distance. The elaborate gown that my mother had bought for me was now coated with dirt.

"Halt!" My heart sank. What now? A steel-clad man that I assumed to be a guard ran up to me. "Who are you?"

"I-- my name is Regina." I berated myself silently for not having given out a pseudonym, but I'd been taken off-guard. If I was in the past, I hardly wanted to change anything that might have an effect on my future. If it was the future, it hardly mattered, as it had no effect on my past, and could likely be changed.

"Regina? Where are you from?" He fixed me with a distrusting glare, eyeing my foreign garb.

"I--I hail from the s-southern edge of Skyrim, from Helgen," I lied, wincing at my stutter. The man-- an Imperial-- crossed his arms.

"Helgen? Is that so?" He paused. "Well, I don't know Skyrim cities, but you chose a poor time to come to Cyrodil, Nord. The Gray Fox has been striking more and more often." I furrowed my brows. The Gray Fox was a legendary thief from the Third Era, but...

"I d-didn't know that, I'm sorry, I just--"

"I doubt that. Have you been living under a rock?" the guard snorted incredulously, making me shrink back a bit. "I've made it my life's quest to capture him..." His eyes widened. "And how on all of Nirn did you get an Elder Scroll?!" Dammit!

"Er..."

"I'm taking you in for custody. You might be in cohorts with the Gray Fox," the guard said sourly, a distasteful look on his face. He grabbed my arm forcefully, and I weakly pulled at it.

"Who are you, then?" I tried putting more anger and force into the statement than I felt, but to my dismay, it came out as a shrill squeak.

"Hieronymus Lex, the commander of the Imperial Guard. The question is, who are you that you have an Elder Scroll?" I began to have an idea of where I was. The fall of Uriel Septim VII. Hieronymus Lex and the Gray Fox. I'd landed right smack in the middle of the Oblivion Crisis. Lex grasped my arm again. The reality of my situation was crashing down upon me, and my breath came in quicker and quicker pants. No, no, no, no, no, no!

Not only had I doomed myself, I'd doomed the world as well-- simply by existing. I always knew my life was a mistake, I thought, depressed, as Lex clasped the chains around my wrists and dragged me away.
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