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"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Chapter 1: Arisen in Skyrim

Lidded eyes gazed upon the world, upon all of Gransys, upon a tiny fishing village called Cassardis. Her eyes scanned the familiar faces as they continued on their usual schedule. T'was as if nothing had happened. At first the people of Cassardis; while glad that the world was safe again, felt sorrow at the loss of their kin. Cheif Adaro had felt as if he had lost his own child, but the one who felt the most sorrow was Quina. She had lost her best friend, her sister.

An invisible figure looked pitifully at her inconsolable friend as she wept in her room. "Why Cos?" Quina's quiet voice trembled. "Why did you have to leave where I could not follow? You've done so much already, even saving me from the Wyrm twice! Yet there was naught I could do." As she sobbed the figure stepped forward and extended her hand.

"Quina." The figure spoke, but her voice went unheard and her hand only went through her friend's shoulder. Unable to stand seeing those she cared about in such a state she decided to ease their suffering, so she erased the traces of her existence from the world and altered their memories.

The Arisen was a mysterious person who no one would truly remember. All they would know was that a traveler visited Cassardis and saved the village from the Wyrm, after that they went on a journey to kill the Dragon and was successful. With their memories gone or changed everyone went back to their lives and moved on. T'was as if nothing had happened, as if she had never existed. She felt her eyes water and sadness welled up inside her.

"Are you alright Master?" She heard a male voice say. Blinking back the tears she turned to look at the mage clad in red.

"I'm fine Arliss." She answered. He studied her face seeming unsure of whether she was really alright and if he should say something, when she called his name. "Arliss?"

"Yes Master."

Tentatively she asked "Are you alright?"

Arliss smiled reassuringly. "You need not worry about this pawn, I always mind my health and stamina."

The Seneschal stifled a chuckle at his eager answer. He may not have understood her question, but he did answer it in his own way. He like most pawns were content to just be near the Arisen. It didn't bother him to be stuck in this place, the way it did her.

Arliss looked at her in confusion trying to understand her reaction. He thought it seemed like she was holding back laughter, which didn't make sense to him because he was unsure of why she would need to for just his sake. There was also something else he didn't understand. Laughter was an expression humans made when they were happy, and yet she laughed even though she was sad. Arliss knew it from her expression a moment ago. He may not be as good as a human when it came to emotions, however even he knew that watery eyes was an expression of sorrow. He saw it clearly as well as felt it through his connection with the Arisen.

"Master, why are you sad?" He asked. The question hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. His inquisitive gaze seemed to see right through her.

"H-How?" She finally managed to say. In answer Arliss raised his hand in that way pawns did. The scar on his hand glowed and as if in response the scar over her heart began glowing brightly.

"Have you forgotten again Master? We pawns are connected to the Arisen. To an extent pawns can feel when they are near the Arisen. I being your main pawn can feel more than the other pawns, what the Arisen feels." He lowered his hand and the glowing ceased.

The Arisen lowered her gaze and turned around once more staring longingly at the earth. "There is no longer a place for me in that world." Her voice came out in a low whisper and would not have been heard if they were not in the vast rift like space of nothingness.

"That's not true Master. You are the Arisen, even if all the humans were to turn against you the pawn legion will follow your will always." Arliss then kneeled. "Arisen I follow your will and will always do so. You will never be alone Master."

A small smile formed on her lips and her eyes eased into a more gentle look."Thank you Arliss. Now please stand up, you are my friend. I told you this before, friends don't need to act so formally." She said as she extended her hand which he accepted. "Arliss thank you again for your words, and for always staying at my side. You are my most trusted and loyal friend. I wish to ask you to stay by my side as I rule as the new Seneschal and keep watch over this world."

Arliss smiled at her words. "Of course Master, tis an honor."

And countless lifetimes came to pass. The Seneschal had watched from her throne as everyone she knew lived, grew old and withered away. She watched the same happen to their children, their grandchildren, and so on. Generation after generation came repeating in an everlasting cycle. Empty lidded eyes stared at the world in apathy. She let out a bored sigh as she tiredly leaned back into the cold uncomfortable throne. "If you're tired rest." She heard a familiar voice say.

"Thank you Arliss, but I'm fine. I'm not tired, tis' just I grow weary of keeping watch over this world." She said while looking down on the world and it's people. Everyone looked so happy.

She envied them. She envied their happy, ordinary lives. She had never wanted to be the Seneschal, she never wanted it in the first place. She had been cursed the moment she became the Arisen. She hated it, but she could not bring herself to blame Savan or Grigori, because they also suffered an Arisen's fate. She thought of following Savan's footsteps and sending a new Dragon to find the next Arisen, but decided against it. She no longer cared for the world, but something inside her didn't want to cause someone else to be cursed with the fate of an Arisen. She didn't know what to do.

Without thinking she pulled out the Godsbane blade and began examining it.'The blade that released Savan from Eternity.' Delicately she ran her finger along the cold smooth blade. The memory of Savan's death played in her mind, the blissful look on his face as he knew his time as Seneschal was finally at an end. Her answer was right here in her hand. She stood up and held the sacred blade with both her hands. Slowly she lifted it up and pointed it at her chest.

Arliss turned from the view of the world to the Arisen, and was shocked by what he saw. Swiftly she thrust the godsbane blade into her heart. "No! Nooo!" He desperately cried out.

She felt the impact as the blade pierced her flesh, then an intense tingling sensation as if she had been struck by lightning, followed by a sudden wave of fiery searing pain.The Seneschal knew not if she had just doomed the world, but she did not care for she was free. A look of pure bliss formed on her face as numbness took over, and her vision began to blur. A familiar face called out to her from above worriedly. 'I'm sorry Arliss, farewell.' Her vision faded and her eyes closed.

"OPEN YOUR EYES!" He pleaded, but no response came. Arliss slowly kneeled by his master. Unsure of what to do he simply gazed upon the Arisen.

Suddenly the rift beneath them disappeared and they fell through the crisp blue sky. "Master!" Arliss called out as he reached out to her, but to no avail. "Maasteer!" He continued grasping at her as she continued falling below him. At that moment he felt something change in him and he tried again even more determined. He pushed his way through the clouds and fought against the wind with all his might. Stretching his hand out as much as he could he grabbed her hand, and pulled her body close to his. The ground neared dangerously close. He held the Arisen close with one arm and pulled out his staff with the other. "Levitate!" He shouted as he sent as much energy to his staff as he could. His staff began glowing brightly, he felt his body jerk as they suddenly stopped falling for a moment. They slowly began descending again as he continuously sent energy to his staff. He held on as long as he could, but he knew he couldn't hold it for long as his energy was draining fast. The light of the staff ceased as the last of his energy gave out, and they fell.

Soft fluffy snow eased their landing and they tumbled separately. Arliss got up as quickly as he could while breathing heavily. He grabbed his staff and ran to the Arisen's side. "Master!" When he got to her he stopped knowing she had died before the rift opened beneath them. He fell to his knees and brought his hands to his face, shaking his head in frustration and grief.

Recalling something he paused. Arliss then took the small sacred blade out of the Arisen's chest, put it away, and took out a heart shaped red stone. Looking at the wakestone with a mixture of hope and skepticism he observed it noting that he could still feel some magic emanating from it. A person with a strong enough will could use a wakestone to bring someone back to life. Pawns could not do this so he knew it likely wouldn't work, but for some reason he felt like he could do it. Mustering as much will as he could Arliss placed the stone over her heart, and willed her alive. It glowed a blinding light as it went into her, when the light was gone there was not a sign that she had ever been stabbed.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, then she got up into a sitting position with a dazed look on her face. "Ah, Master, you're back!" Arliss happily exclaimed. The Arisen looked at him in confusion.

"Arliss, how am I still alive?" She asked still in a daze as she examined herself to find that there wasn't any proof of her having stabbed herself.

With a smile Arliss replied. "I used a wakestone." Her eyes widened, at this revelation. She knew that pawns couldn't use Wakestones, even some humans were unable to use them.

"You? How?" He looked just as confused as her, seems he didn't know either. "Wait, where are we?" She said finally noting her surroundings.

"I know not." He answered. "I have no memory of this place." Looking around she realised it couldn't be her world because she had watched it for so long that she knew everything about it. In all the world she had not seen such flowering plants that could grow in such a cold climate. Sharing this revelation with Arliss he agreed. "I think you're right."

They stood in silence for a bit before the Arisen asked. "How did we get here in the first place?" Arliss then told her what had happened after she stabbed herself with the Godsbane blade, and returned it to her. "I see, thanks." She said.

She recalled Savan mentioning how he was the keeper of 'this' world, and wondered if Arisen, and keepers, and the endless cycle existed in this world as well. 'If it does I want nothing to do with it.' She thought to herself. At the very least she was glad to be in a world again. "Let's go Arliss." She said as she began walking in a random direction.

"Yes Master." Arliss replied as he began following her. "What will we do now Arisen?" He asked simply.

Steadily moving forward she said "Who knows."

End of Chapter 1: What did you think of my first chapter? Please reveiw and give me feedback as I would like to improve my writing.

P.S. This is my first time writing fanfiction!