Daughter of Sheogorath

Chapter 8

"Where on earth have you been all day!" His booming voice had hurt my ears. A strange feeling came over me. Damn! The unhappy water was coming back! I could feel it in my cheeks.

"I was.... in uh.... Whiterun." I say, my voice barley above a whisper.

"I was worried sick looking for you all day!" His face was red with anger yet his eyes had a look of worry.

"I'm sorry father..." The tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt more and more powerful as more tears flooded out. What was this feeling? Power, so much power. It surged inside of me. My entire body ached from the sensation. I needed to release this power some how. I could feel my body floating into the air. My feet slowly rose from the ground. I could feel the power being released from me. I levitated in the air. I was flying! Father looked at me, confused. I felt unstoppable.

"The white eyes and the power, you certainly are his child!" He looked up in awe. I needed to get rid of all this power. I looked at the table below me. I pointed towards the table. The table was decorated with many candle sticks and plates. Upon the plates were bread loaves and cheese wedges. I cast a spell in the general direction of the table. Everything on the table disappeared and was replaced with a single dragon.

Everyone was in shock. A live dragon had just appeared in the dining hall! It panicked and began to attack. The guards in the hall were frantic.

Battle broke out in the castle. The dragon had eaten two guards already. I had to to tell everyone to stop. How? They wouldn't hear me! Once again power surged inside of me because of my state of panic. I had to try!

"Krii Dovah Mahfaeraak!" The power went with words in one big storm towards the dragon. As my words reached the dragon he turned to ash. Everyone looked at me in shock. Sylia and my father ran to me. They looked down to me, confused.

" Where did you learn to shout!?" Sylia questioned, clearly dumbfounded.

"I uhhh.... didn't..." I was very confused. I had no clue what was going on. I knew what a shout was but how was I able to do it? Sylia was the Dragonborn, not me. I fell to the ground with a loud thud.