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

Ashes

Jyggalag was gone. So was my cage. And Nocturnal. I glanced up, bleary-eyed at my mother. "How could you do this?" I whispered brokenly. "You might as well have taken a dagger to my own heart."

"Regina," my mother pleaded, standing up. "Nocturnal wasn't supposed to kill him, she--"

"You don't understand," my father grunted, interrupting her. "Daedric Princes are tricky-- they will take everything that you are."

I stormed up to my parents, ready to explode in rage. "Jyggalag didn't take anything!" I screamed, waving my arms about. "I gave him my heart!" I pounded my chest roughly. Pa shook his head, speaking lowly.

"You have no idea how hard the past two years have been on us," he murmured. "Without you--" I held up a hand to stop him.

"You've completely... intentionally... destroyed me," I croaked.

"Regina, my baby--" I shoved my mother away, effectively stopping her speech.

"Some heroes you are!" I shrieked, glaring at my parents with undisguised hatred. "Dragonborn of the Ages! The Last Hope! Savior of the World!" I trilled in a high-pitched voice.

I finally understood how Sheogorath had felt after Galea's murder. Lost. Broken.

Insane. 

I focused on my destination. "I don't belong here!" I hissed mercilessly, curling my fingers into fists. "I belong in my Realm, the Shivering Isles! Good luck getting there... I don't allow intruders. And my son will cut you to pieces should you try to invade!" I ignored the protests. "You're no longer my family! So you see, Russet...  perhaps one day Brynjolf  will be taken from you, stolen away, dead! And perhaps... he will be dead by my hand." With that, I sent myself to my true home-- the Shivering Isles.