Fire And Fangs

Chapter 43

Morgan looked around. She was no longer on a snowy shoreline, nor was there any sign of Serana or any of the others she had been with. In fact, she was lying down in a dark grey wasteland, the sky pitch black. There was no moons, suns or stars in this strange sky.

"Where the fuck am I?" she muttered as she struggled to her feet.

She remembered throwing the two mages out of the way of that oncoming magical wave before being sent flying from its force. It was like being flung by the Unrelenting Force Shout that she was so familiar with. She also recalled that she had plummeted into the water and then...nothing.

"I must have hit a submerged rock." she murmured.

She ran her hands along her body and head and found no injuries. She still wore her leather vampiric armour but her blades were gone.

"You are safe my dear, and that's enough for you surely?"

Morgan spun around at the sound of the musical voice and watched as a beautiful Dunmer appeared from out of seemingly nowhere, her black dress flowing behind her in a graceful trail. Her eyes were bright blue and not red like all the Dunmer that Morgan had met before. But that voice...it sounded so familiar somehow.

"You're the Night Mother." Morgan gasped before kneeling down, dipping her head, trying to keep the rising fear within her at bay.

She must have died and her soul for whatever reason was bound to...

"Not quite dear. And stand up if you would, you are not fully dead yet, nor are you bound to this plane."

Morgan felt two smooth hands gently grasp her forearms and she was easily pulled to her feet. She warily looked up to meet the Unholy Matrons gaze, to find she was smiling at her.

"Come, I will explain."

Morgan nodded numbly as they walked among the wasteland, wondering where everyone was. As if she had heard her thoughts, the Night Mother laughed.

"They are hiding. You are different to anything they have seen or even heard of. Now, as I said, you are not dead Morgan. You are close but your body and soul are fighting to keep you on Nirn, which is how it should be. You still have unfinished business and you also figure in a few of my own plans."

Morgan rolled her tongue around her mouth and found she still had fangs and she managed to say something.

"I'm not dead?"

"No. It will take much more than falling three hundred feet and smashing your head into a rock underwater to kill you. I have been watching you since you were born you see. You were marked the moment you emerged from your mothers womb by none other than the Dread Father himself."

"Sithis." Morgan whispered.

"Oh, don't be so fearful dear, he admires your skills in battle and when you went to Markarth...I dare say he was inspired. Even he never thought a daedric Prince like Molag would like one of his own."

"Molag is a bastard."

"He is. But he's a pretty bastard. Now, to business."

Morgan sat down on a bench that had appeared at a wave of the Night Mothers hand and watched as she sat down next to her, crossing her legs demurely and smiling wider at her, her hands still gently gripping Morgans.

"You are wondering why you came here and how you can get back. The first answer is that Molag and the Dread Father came to an agreement. Because you were his the moment you were born, you will come here when you leave the mortal plane. Molag agreed after throwing a tantrum but he agreed when he was offered a few hundred souls for his own realm. Your lover Serana will also come here when she passes on," the Night Mother explained, her eyes never blinking once.