Shadows and Fade

by Ghoulscout91

Thanks to a spell gone wrong by a friend from the College of Winterhold, Signe finds herself in an unfamiliar place. Now she's the puppet of a new God. With a magical mark on her hands that's slowly killing her she now has to join this Inquisition and work with them to close a giant hole in the sky that's spewing demons as their blessed Herald of Andraste.

1. Spellcraft

"Are you utterly mad?"A hushed voice came from Signe as she crept along the corridor of the College of Winterhold with a young Mage, Onmund. The man was ambitious, but incredibly stupid on how he went about learning new spells. Signe was usually the test subject in these schemes. This time though she wasn't so sure this was a good idea. Onmund had failed to inform her of just what he wanted to test out until now, as they were slipping into the Hall of Elements. He had come across an old scroll in the library, one that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. The spell he had just revealed, was a teleportation spell. A spell he of course wanted to test on the Dragonborn.

"Oh you'll be fine. It probably won't work and you can go right back to your silly swords." Said silly swords were strapped to her hips. If this worked, and she was sent further than just across the room as he stated would happen, she was going to be prepared. After everything with Alduin and Miraak, she knew just how easy it was to slip into Oblivion and Sovngarde. Who knows where else she could end up?

A short while later she stood in the middle of an elaborate circle of symbols. Once he was done, Onmund moved to the side and and opened the scroll. As words fell from his mouth she took a deep breath. There was a strange feeling that started in the pit of her stomach, she wasn't sure if it was nerves or something else. "Maybe this isn't such a good -" That strange feeling turned suddenly into a pulling, and the symbols on the floor lit up with an eerie green glow. Her vision blurred and her hearing became muffled like she was underwater. All sound stopped, Onmund ceased his chanting and was now yelling something but Signe was now floating a few feet above the ground. She opened her mouth to scream just as the ground beneath her crumbled away into nothingness and she was pulled into the abyss. Just as quickly as it had started it was over and the Hall of Elements was quiet once more. The symbols that had once been on the ground had vanished, along with the scroll. Falling to his knees Onmund stared in shock at where Signe had just been. "-oh no." He whispered in disbelief. "What have I done?" He had just sent the Dragonborn, savior of Skyrim through a portal to Gods knew where. This was bad. This was very bad.