A/N: Hello all! This is my first Oblivion fanfic, and as you can probably see –both from just looking at it and the fact that when you're looking at a list of stories it gives you the word count- that this is a very short story. Who gives a stuff? I know I don't, that's why I wrote it.
Anyway, please enjoy, read and review and all that happy crap.
Summary: It's all over. It's been over for a year now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Oblivion or any characters that may or may not appear. They belong to Bethesda Software. I only own the one telling the story. Do you really think that if I owned Oblivion and its characters that I'd be writing this?
After a Year
It has already been a year.
I remember looking up at the monolith in front of me. The great Avatar of Akatosh stood in the centre of the Temple of the One, its wings stretched out wide and its head thrown back, its great mouth open in a silent scream –of what? Anger? Pain? Sorrow?- as it looked to the grey sky through the fallen roof.
He had been stranding right there. Martin, the last of the Dragonborn had been standing right there in the middle of the temple when Mehrunes Dagon destroyed the whole side. I couldn't believe what my eyes were telling me; that Martin was gone and that this great creature stood in his place.
It had started raining, I remember that at least. As if the Nine Divines themselves were weeping for my lose, though I never entertained such fantastical ideas at the time. I remember how good the rain had felt on my skin. I had time to wonder briefly where my helmet had gone.
There was a commotion from the temple's entrance.
High Chancellor Ocato, Baurus and Jauffre were running towards me. Ocato looked exceedingly happy as he spoke of the defeat of Mehrunes Dagon, and as he asked where Martin was I didn't care to hide my emotions, like a "real" warrior should. So I told Ocato that Martin was gone, for I just couldn't bring myself to say he was dead. I couldn't bring myself to believe it, either. I knew that the rain was hiding my tears well.
Ocato didn't look very upset from what I remember, he also seemed to believe that a set of Imperial Dragon Armour would make me appreciate it all. If I had had the strength I would have grabbed him by his collar and shaken him; how could he possibly be so happy when Martin had died? Ocato only wanted to be Emperor. Instead I only shook my head and looked back up at the Avatar of Akatosh, at Martin.
I remember sitting there long after everyone left; all I did was look up at the creature that stood in Martin's place. My whole body had started to ache by the time I left. I didn't even look at the ruins of the city as I made my way to an inn that wasn't destroyed. I heard many people talking of the "Great Defeat of Mehrunes Dagon!"
It has already been a year, and I still go to visit him every now and again. I bring my daughter with me most of the time.
A/N: I just want you to know, it physically pained me to write that last line… And I never said who the father was, did I?