A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I've been gone for so long. :/ This chapter was actually the second one I wrote, but I just ended up...not posting it in order, so it's here now. It's pretty short, but I just wanted to stick it in as a transition from my radio silence to my frequent (hopefully) updating again. Thanks a BUNCH (of bananas!) to Lumpycheez, GrowlingPeanut, Xreeper16, Lady Epicness, Lucidique, DaMayanKing, Hypodragon, and Whatshisface v.2. You make my days brighter and my life much more entertaining. :) I truly don't know what I'd do without you. And if you've left a review that requires a response, I am very sorry and I will get on that as soon as possible. So without further delay...enjoy!

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Life. It was a force that none could see, yet one that seeped from everything on the earth. Every tree, every blade of grass, each and every creature that roamed through the forests of Nirn, all teeming with…life. To one being, it was a tangible thing. She could see it with her own eyes; because she ruled over it.

Meridia, the Daedric Prince associated with the energy of living things. Her bare feet glided gracefully over the forest floor. Even if anyone was there, no one would be able to see her. To mortals, she was like the realm she commanded, something that merely existed, but could not be directly seen or touched. She was tall, but delicate, with wide blue eyes, golden hair, and pale skin that seemed to glow in a soft white light. Her robe was the same color as the light that surrounded her, and reached all the way to the earth, rustling softly across the leaves. Meridia was life incarnate.

She continued on her way and upon finding a dead butterfly in her path, she knelt to the ground and lifted it, cradling it gently in her palm. Its wings had been ripped off and its fragile body was bent and trampled. Stroking it lovingly, she lifted it to her lips and whispered quietly, lifting her hand to the air as the creature stirred and fluttered away on wings as delicate as the wind on which it flew.

Rising to her feet, Meridia left the forest and upon reaching a hill, stopped beside a tree, staring across the valley below with a thoughtful expression. Her fingers found their way up the slender trunk to the willowy branches and without a second thought, she plucked a single green leaf. It spiraled downwards on a sudden breeze and when it hit the ground, she turned and walked back over it, leaving the now dead leaf broken in the soil; robbed of its life.