Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. There's one rule shared between the island's tribes: don't touch the water. When Cressa-la breaks this law, her world, and body, changes. Sure, change is normal... but when has growing scales ever been normal? • • • Watty Award Winner 2015: Best Use of Visuals • • • Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. Among the spared, magic chooses a rare few, connecting them to the moon or sea. These are the One-Hundreds, mermaids and humans with the power to save the world-or corrupt it. When Cressa-la breaks the first rule of her tribe and touches the water surrounding her island, everything she knows turns on its head. Talking, sinister dolphins, mind control, and a whole world just under the waves await her on her eigteenth birthday... but she never asked for any of this. All she wanted was to become a Tribe Leader and take care of her village. It's amazing how one screw-up can change everything. A relentless darkness reaches for her, wanting her affections for his own twisted purposes. In opposition stands a fractured light, haunted by a painful past where corruption eroded friendship. Unless Cressa-la can bring the darkness to his knees and fight the war raging inside, the world is doomed. • • • Content warning: This story contains themes of depression and violence.

This book is mainly going to be my thoughts of Skyrim, on characters, landscapes, quests and just general life in Skyrim. I've played over 400 hours of Skyrim, and have discovered some dark things. So I'm deciding to share them with you. There will be spoilers, I have warned you. Talos be with you.

Chosen when a child, Lady Joselyn is trained to be a ruthless killer. She is destined to be the English king's assassin and protector. Only he and the guild master are supposed to know. It's a life and death secret that must be kept. For an assassin survival is precarious. Life is something you simply cannot take for granted because the next day is never granted. Despite her privileged upbringing, Joselyn quickly learned how to survive on her own and to never trust a soul while following the Guild without question. Upon her return to England, a murderous plot against King Cassiush is discovered. Joselyn is shocked when she finds out who the fiend is. She's even more shocked when the King proposes marriage, a lot. An assassin has never married her king before. The last one who fell in love had her tongue ripped out and was burned alive. Letting her emotions cloud her judgment, Joselynfalls for Cassius and agrees to the marriage, jeopardizing not only his life but her own. Disobeying the Guild means death. Now she must figure out how to keep them both alive and not piles of smoldering ash.

Aemilia has put the adventurous life of being the Dragonborn behind her, now living with her best friend Erik in the secluded forest of Falkreath. The dragons are gone, the Imperials defeated in a blood-ridden yet historical three year war by the Stormcloaks. Ulfric has the power of Skyrim in his grasp. In honor of the Stormcloaks' victory, the Jarl of Windhelm is holding a celebration feast which Aemilia's invited to. However, things are bound to go awry and chaos resurfaces, forcing her to take up the title as Dovahkiin once again. Though this time she's at a disadvantage - power resides where men believe it resides, and they no longer believe it's with her. She's a fighter, she's a survivor, but most importantly - She's Dragonborn. ~I try to keep this story as lore-friendly as possible, apart from characters I've created. If you spot any mistakes, please don't be afraid to kindly point them out! Tamriel and its characters belong to Bethesda Softworks, no copyright infringement intended. I own the copyright to the written content of Survivor.~