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

Burning Cities

Note: I completely screwed over the storyline for the Oblivion Gates.

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After two days of not moving, my throat was burning with thirst, and my belly gnawed at me, starved for sustenance. But it didn't matter. I could die. That's what I wanted. To die. Alone and scared. The feeling swept over me, of abandonment and fear. 

The feelings from my dream.

I forced myself to sit up, my muscles protesting after not being used for so long. My vision swam before my eyes, and I immediately felt dizzy. I tried using a spell, to no avail. I had no strength,  I could do nothing.

I managed to crawl to the bank, drinking in the water in deep gulps. The hunger faded as well, and my strength returned.

I used the spell to summon Haskill. Nothing. Then... was it a dream? I slowly stood up and summoned Arvak. The violet equine whinnied and pawed at the ground. I mounted him and ignored the sickness that rose in my belly.

We swam to the opposite shore, and I looked over the city of Bravil. What was left of it, anyways. I couldn't have cared less, unfortunately for the citizens. If I'm unhappy, then they all deserve to be as well.

The sky was streaked with red, and an oval-shaped flaming structure was nearby. I galloped towards it, hoping beyond all hopes that it was a Gate to Oblivion. If I meet... who was it that nearly destroyed Tamriel in the Third Era? Boethiah... no, it was Mehrunes Dagon. If I meet him, maybe he'll take me to Sheogorath.

All reason had left me. I rushed at the gate, and found myself held back.

"What do you think you're doing?" I recognized that voice vaguely.

"J-Jauffre?"

"By the Nine, Regina! You? You look like you've been to a Plane of Oblivion!" I laughed bitterly. That's exactly what happened. That's why I... why I can't stand to stand. Why I can't stand to breathe, or eat, or drink. Why I want to die. "We've got to get you somewhere... er..."

"Spit it out!" I snarled. "What, somewhere safe? Because the real enemy is in here!" I jabbed at my head. "Oh, I'm the enemy! I'm the mirror! I'm the damn mirror!" I babbled, tears streaming down my face.

"You've got to calm down. Let's get out. But Regina, no matter where you go, there is nowhere safe." The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Why?"

"Because... we cannot find Martin. The Dragonfires cannot be lit without the blood of Akatosh. Tamriel is doomed." Oh.

"But that's not what happened," I insisted. I'd grown much within the past two years. I'd learned more about myself than I had in the other seventeen years. Hell, I'd even fallen in love-- and had it torn away. That was misery. Oh, it was true shattering torment.

"Regina, let's go." He herded me away from my last chance to find out if everything was a dream. Wait. Dervenin. Dervenin, asking if they can find his master...! SHEOGORATH! I was renewed with newfound vigor. 

"Hurry, hurry! We've got to send me back! Defeat Mehrunes Dagon!"

"You're not making any sense, ma'am. Calm down." How could he expect me to calm down?! Especially NOW? But wasn't that future gone? No, it wasn't, it couldn't be, I had to save the Shivering Isles. I had to find a way to move across Planes of Oblivion, no matter what. I was the Madgod Regina. Do all people connected to Ma become Daedric Princes? I wondered absently, with a slight bit of humor. Of course I could... return to my Isles. Yet however much I focused, I couldn't send myself back.

Then was it really a dream, a dream that lasted several years?

...

The Imperial City was ablaze, and I began the search for the last heir to Akatosh's blood. I finally found him-- or should I say his body. That's wonderful. Now I have no future to return to, nothing to live for. Any second now, Mehrunes Dagon is going to open Gates inside of the City.

But something didn't feel right. What if... oh, my Madgod. I looked at the Amulet of Kings around Martin's neck. Then I did something I hadn't in the sewers, when I'd previously held the giant red gem. I clasped it around my neck.

Only a true heir of the blood can wear the Amulet of Kings...

It clicked. I was the daughter of the Dragonborn, of Russet. I had the blood of Akatosh within me. By all rights, I could light the Dragonfires and shut the Gates forev--

That's when the Gates opened, and hundreds of Daedra poured out. Dammit! How did Martin close the Gates?!

He joined with Akatosh. But it also ended in his death. And a life without love is meaningless. I tore the Amulet from my neck and smashed it on the ground, shattering it completely. Take me, Akatosh... take a Daedric Prince and make me part of you. Indeed, I felt the blood of dragons coursing through my veins. 

A great fiery dragon descended from the sky, and I merged myself with its body. Together, we flew at the four-armed red demon destroying the city from the inside. We battled for what seemed like hours, and I'd never felt such physical pain as when I was attacked by the Daedric Prince of Destruction. Finally, Akatosh and I got the upper hand. Dagon became distracted as a horde of guards stormed at him.

Akatosh and I lunged at the Daedric Prince. We clasped our flaming jaws around his neck, ending him and preventing any more Gates. The Dragonfires were not needed any longer, and Mehrunes Dagon disintegrated before blowing away. 

My strength sapped away, and I landed atop the Temple of Akatosh. My body was freezing, turning... to stone. I was dying, and for that I was grateful. 

I'd done what I shouldn't have done. Time was altered forever, and I was fading. I let out my last dying breath as I finally petrified.