It was a cold day, but that was not unusual in Skyrim, what was unusual was that a woman with white hair and slightly glowing eyes, wearing Stahlrim armor, walked into the tavern in Winterhold. The barkeep guessed she was about 5'6 in height and an imperial, he had seen her before, and knew she was a mage. However she is a skilled warrior as well, as he remembered a small group of frost trolls had attacked one night, killing three guardsmen, she had slain them with lightning. She walked up to the bar, and sat at a stool, she looked at him, and gave a small smile, he returned it.
"What will you have?" He asked her. She thought for a moment.
"Do you have any Black-Brier Reserve?" She asked politely, he nodded and went down to the cellar. A minute later, he came back up with a bottle, handed it to her, she gave a sack of gold to him.
"There is over two hundred in gold there, I would also like a meal. Keep the rest." She uncorked the bottle and took a swig. The barkeep grabbed a bowl, then went to a pot and put some sort of stew into the bowl, and put it in front of her, along with a spoon.
Less than an hour later she was done her meal and mead, when an elf walked in. He looked around a bit until he saw her, walked up to her and sat beside her.
"Hello Kyaira." The elf greeted her. She looked at him, nodded and said "Enthir."
"Took a lot of convincing that stubborn Orc, but I got it." He said as he handed her a long tube like thing, wrapped in cloth. She then handed him a piece of paper.
"It's not too far from here, your gold is there." She told him, boredly. Enthir did not like doing a transaction like this, but she was trustworthy as this was not the first time they did business, and the money was always good. "Oh, and Enthir, I won't be back until I am done."
"I understand, this is important." He said as he sat up and started to leave. "Just be careful, what you are doing has never been done."
She too decided it was time to leave as well, as she got up, the barkeep said, "Stay safe." She smiled then said "You too." With that she left the tavern. She went towards a horse, and tied her package behind the saddle. She then got up, making her way back to her cabin.
Her ride was uneventful, for that she was thankful, she did not want to lose her package. Her cabin was covered in shadows by trees, even in the bright full moons. She liked it like that, she never cared for the sunlight much, and in fact she was stronger at night. She rode her horse towards her cabin, came to a stop and got off. She gently untied her package, and put it against the cabin. She then went about taking the tack off of the horse. After she was done, she let him go. She had trained him to come to a whistle, and he never wandered far. She put her tack in a shed, then grabbed her package. She opened the door to her cabin, it was dark, but with a snap of her fingers her candles lit, and the fireplace came to life. She took her package to a table and put it down, she then started to take her armor off, and put on a simple robe. She went back to the table, and opened the package, it was an Elder Scroll. The Scroll gave off a glow, and radiated power, with untold knowledge. She knew the dangers of playing around with a Scroll could do, but what she was about to do could be even worse. But she knew she had to risk it, who else would stop the Aldmeri Dominion? She went to a closet, and opened it, inside was a strange black book. It gave odd noises, like whispers, drawing anyone in. However she ignored it.
"You will do my bidding Black Book." She told the Book. "Hermaeus Mora made you just for this, let's see if this works."
She brought the Book and Scroll together, she then opened the Scroll. She saw everything, but she ignored it. She opened the book, tentacles wrapped around the Scroll, and holding it up like it was on a pedestal. Without warning, a mess of tentacles appeared, with a large eye the size of a dinner plate, and small eyes peering and disappearing all around the mess.
"It'ssss working…" A voice said tiredly.
"Yes Hermaeus Mora." Kyaira told it. At that moment a scream came from the Black Book. Something was happening, but not in a good way. There was a horrible power coming from it.
"Get the scroll away from it!" Hermaeus Mora screamed. She ran for it, right as she touched the Scroll, an explosion happened. Everything went dark.