A Side of the children (Skyrim fanfiction)
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  • Parts 35
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  • Reads 116
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 35
  • Time 45m
Ongoing, First published Nov 27, 2021
This is told from the perspective of the daughter of Vermina (the Daedric prince of nightmares) she teams up with the other children of both the nine divines and other Daedric princes to after a threat to all their lives is made clear. This is set about 30-40 years after the events of the actual game. This is a story I came up with after reading waaaaaay too much Percy Jackson.
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The story of a Nightingale. Cyrodiil Tales.

8 parts Ongoing Mature

This is a story set in Skyrim, and you could call it fan fiction if you like. But in truth, it's a medieval fantasy that tells the somber tale of a girl named Elsie. Born a Nightingale, Elsie grew up in one of Cyrodiil's hardest eras. Through her journey across her world and her time, she fought to survive, loved and lost, laid her loved ones to rest, founded a new religion, and ultimately built an empire. She dealt with Daedric Princes-or rather, she was a pawn in their divine and intricate games. As she grew, she gained immense power, ruling over people and nations alike. Yet, throughout her life, she managed to hold on to her innocence and the child within. So this story, told and written by her own hand, may seem to you both naive and tender, despite the weighty themes it explores. I told her this might be the case, but she only smiled and replied, "Daddy, let things be as they are. That's the world as I saw and felt it; those are the places and times I lived in." "So be it," I sighed.