Hey! I'm back with a new story! As I have said before... Sylvi is my character, Celestra Bane belongs to Dragonlegends.
This story takes place a short time after A Daedra's Minion.
Chapter 1
Sylvi frowned as she stalked through the wilderness of Skyrim. Celestra had been on edge as of late because of a rumor that had been winding its way through the province. Supposedly some of the Vigilants had gathered together and were playing with a long forbidden form of magic, one that even few at the College still had any understanding of. Time. The Imperial had her doubts that they would be able to actually use time related magic, but Celestra still insisted on looking into the issue.
After some debating Celestra agreed to go to the new hide-out of the Vigilants and try to dig up any information while Sylvi tracked a group of the troublemakers. The Harbinger had tracked the group of five for a few days now and was quickly growing impatient, likely a trait she picked up from growing up with some of the Companions and only exacerbated by her Daedra blood. She grew concerned as the group crossed the boarder into Cyrodiil, a land she hadn't been to in ages. She ducked behind a boulder as the group came to a halt and began making markings in the dirt. It took them almost half an hour to get the symbols made and place the gems and stones in the right place.
She leaned out from behind the boulder and strained to hear what the Vigilants were chanting. From what she could tell it was a language lost to the ages, maybe it was as old as the dragon language, she couldn't be certain. She placed a hand over her mouth to muffle a gasp as one of the Vigilants knelt in the middle of the circle before being run through by one of their companions wielding a dangerous looking blade. Slowly the body fizzled away as if it was being absorbed by the markings on the ground and a foggy portal opened, tendrils of energy wafting from its core.
The Imperial felt a chill run through her body, this was something very unnatural. She got up from her hiding spot and stormed up behind the Vigilants, bow raised and ready for a fight. She let one arrow fly, killing one of the Vigilants in a single shot. The remaining three turned, readying their magic and weapons. The furthest Vigilant began inching towards the portal, which was beginning to look unstable, the tendrils flickering out and lashing about as the fog began to fade. The next three seconds were broken down into four swift movements. Sylvi lunged forward and impaled the closest Vigilant with her dagger, she spun and slashed the blade across the chest of the second Vigilant, then she shot forward and grabbed the final Vigilant, finally she threw him away from the portal, turning as she did so to stand as a barrier between the man and the portal.
She grabbed her bow again and readied another arrow, aiming to pierce the Vigilant's throat when she felt something grab her from behind. She glanced sharply over her shoulder, expecting to see yet another Vigilant pest. Her eyes widened as she saw foggy tendrils wrapping around her arms and torso, gradually tugging her towards the magical fog. She cried out and struggled to get free but the tendrils would not relent. Instead she found herself pulled deep into the fog. She watched the portal's opening as she was dragged through the fog, her heart surging up into her throat as fear took hold of her. The portal closed leaving her in an empty void. She could see a light from the corner of her eye and caught the sound of birds. She turned herself over and found herself staring down at the land of Cyrodiil from a height half of that of The Throat of the World. The tendrils released her as she fell through the portal's exit, letting her plummet towards the ground.
She closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. She tried to murmur wind spells to slow her descent but she knew this landing was going to be a rough one. She hit the ground with a heavy thud, whatever she landed on provided just enough cushioning the save her from death. She opened her eyes after a moment and sat up so she could look at what she had fallen on. She found herself staring at a young Bosmer male with tall, pointy blond hair. She gasped and quickly leapt off the man, "Gods…!" She bent down and nudged the mer, checking him for any signs of life before standing up and backing away. She looked around with wide eyes, she recognized very little of the terrain save for the basic layout of the land.
"Halt! Criminal scum!" a voice boomed a short distance away.
Sylvi turned and pointed at the guard, "What year is this?!"
The guard's rage fell away for a moment, "Huh? It's the second year of the fourth era." He shook his head, the rage reappearing on his face as he pointed the dead Bosmer male, "You have violated the law! Pay the fine or go to jail!"
Sylvi blanked, "What? Oh! No, no! That wasn't my fault! I fell and I didn't see him-"
"Then you shall pay with your blood!" The man roared.
"I… What?" The Imperial female looked at the guard as if he had lost his last marble.
Sylvi quickly ducked a swing of the guard's blade before running off across the field. She leapt over a fall tree as she wound her way away from the guard. In the distance she could hear him shouting 'you should have paid the fine!' She could see more guards coming her way as they tried to figure out what was going on. The Imperial quickly veered into the forest and vanished. She ran for a long while before leaning against a tree and panting with exhaustion.
She listened for a moment before relaxing; she was free from the guards for now. She slid down to the dirt and sighed, she was in Cyrodiil at the very start of the fourth era… She rested her forehead against her knees. Her mind raced and she tried to figure out what to do. No doubt the Vigilants would try to get another portal open… Or maybe there were already Vigilants in this time that made it through a portal. Her mind reeled with the possibilities and the chaos that could result. She looked up suddenly as she remembered a tale Celestra had told her. The Imperial smiled, the Dark Brotherhood! If she could find the Dark Brotherhood then she would find Celestra. Sylvi knew that the Nord would be able to help her out.
Sylvi frowned, but what if she changed something in the time stream? She crossed her arms and sighed, no point in fretting over it now. She would keep as much about her and the future secret as she could. She stood up and brushed the dirt off of her armor. She took a moment to get oriented. She was just north of the Imperial City and the city she wanted to get to was far east near Morrowind. Sylvi sighed heavily, it was going to be a long trek to Cheydinhal.