Tarwatskani
Livion awoke, unaware of where she was. She had to pry her eyes open to see her surroundings. Her head felt heavy as she looked around the small room she was in. Stone walls sealed her in, and a single bared door was sitting in front of her.
Unfamiliar clothes were drawn upon her. Gold-Hemmed Black Robes covered her. Next to her sat a Great Scythe.
Livion pulled her hands up to pull her hood down, but in place of her hands were boney, decaying hands.
"Ah!" Livion's heart jumped in to her mouth screamed, terrified.
A leak in ceiling of the stone cell had created a small puddle. Pulling her hood down, she rushed over to it to see her reflection. It was not the face she was used to. Instead, raw, red flesh covered her face.
"By the gods! What happened to me!?" Livion screamed.
"Your undead," Said a man, calmly.
The man's voice startled her, as she turned to the bared door to see him standing on the other side.
"Who are you?" Livion asked, confused.
"Me? My name is Areon of Astora. And you?"
"What? Astora isn't a real place!"
"Are you okay? You aren't from around here are you?"
"No, I'm not. I'm from areas outside of Tamriel."
"My lady, Tamriel doesn't exist. You are in Lordran," The man laughed.
"What?"
Then it hit Livion. He was right, she wasn't in Tamriel anymore. She had fallen through another dimensional gap. This was nothing new to her by now, however. She was here by accident, but she couldn't leave until she had solved whatever conflict was plaguing this world. That was the rules.
"M'lady, are you okay?" Areon asked.
"Just fine. How do I get out of this cell?"
"This? Just leave it to me."
Areon raised his right knee up to his chest, and with one powerful kick, the old bared door gave way, freeing Livion.
Livion got up to her feet and pointed to her face, "Okay, now how do I fix this?"
"Start with this," Areon passed Livion a piece of humanity, "Once you've absorbed it, you can perform reverse hollowing at a bonfire. It's a simple process, don't worry."
Livion's hand instinctively crushed the black sprite. She felt better now, but as far as she was concerned, she still looked disgusting. They walked through hallways of the Undead Asylum, and Areon told Livion all about Lordran. Most of it was how to survive, but some of it was history of the lord souls.
"… So you've gone and collected the lord souls so you can kill your god? Why?" The idea was obscure to Livion. To kill a god.
"Why not?" Areon replied, "If I relight the Kiln of the First Flame, the fire will burn for another one-thousand years, and the darkness will return. And he's only a self-proclaimed god. I shall take the power of the final lord soul, and lead the age of man, as the dark king."
They left the final hallway and walked out into a small courtyard.
"But light is a-" Livion was cut by the sight of a hollow leaning up against a wall.
Areon ignored it and went to a bonfire, which was burning in the middle of the room. Livion ran over to the hollow.
"What are you doing, drop that thing!" Areon exclaimed.
Livion held the hollow up in her arms. A furless anthropomorphic feline dangled lifelessly form her arms. She gasped for air, as if she was drowning. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Back in Skyrim, Livion had adopted a baby Khajiit whom she named Dar'tsung. She had raised him, cared for him, and loved him. She had become emotionally attached to her 'little ball of fur.' And now he was gone. Seeing his decayed body drove her insane. She lay him down on his hind-side, and shook him by his shoulders.
"Wake up Dar'tsung, please! Wake up!" She wailed and hugged his lifeless body, and tears began to obstruct her vision.
A cold breath hit Livion's ear and she stopped dead. He breathed. She had now words to say to him, except to hold him and love him.
But he didn't have the same idea.
Dar'tsung grabbed Livion by her neck, and flipped her over, and began to strangle her. He was strong, but not strong enough to harm a daughter of Arkay. But Livion did not have the heart fight him.
With both hands on is Claymore, Areon ran in to help Livion. He gave a powerful swing, but the hollow was faster. It got up and screamed at Areon. Areon expected a charge, but was surprised by what happened next.
The hollow puffed up his chest, and out of his mouth, he regurgitated black smog. It was extremely thick, and quickly filled up the courtyard, drowning out the bonfire's light.
Areon could see little passed his hands, and was punished repeatedly by the hollows attacks.
Areon wasn't stupid, however. Because he could not see, he would simply fight with his ears.
Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat. He heard the pitter-patter of light feet. With one powerful twist, Areon spun in a circle, swinging his Claymore.
The hit connected, cutting the hollow completely in half. The black smog dissipated, and the two halves of the hollow lay on the ground, bleeding profusely, before slowly fading.
What was left behind took Areon completely by surprise. Dar'tsung's soul. It was an array of different colors, shining beautifully with every color of the rainbow.
Areon reached for it, but Livion leaped after it, insuring its safety in her protection.
So this is my crossover story. I hope you liked it. I'll be uploading more chapters soon, but I intend to keep them short and sweet.
I do not own the character Livion, she belongs to a good friend of mine. I am using her in this story with her permission.