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Chapter 7.5: The Dragon Baby (You can skip this bit of fluff if you want, chapter 8 is down below.)

After almost forty hours of unconsciousness, Alduin finally woke up. At first, the people in the room thought that the poison would only do minor mental damage to the mini black dragoness and that everything would be fine after the poison wears off. But when the dragoness woke up, it immediately started crying like a baby.

"What is going on?" Lydia asked her Thane in her dragon form.

"Hmm, it seems the poison has regressed her mental age to that of a baby." Janice voiced her observation to the crowd as she got closer to the black dragoness.

"Mommy?" Alduin asked the black and red dragoness as she approached cautiously.

"Umm… Yeah, don't you remember me? I am your mother." Janice spoke softly to the dragoness.

"What are you doing?" Derkeethus whispered to his dragon wife. "You know that is not true."

"Well, we will have to play along until she snaps out of it." Janice whispered back.

"Daddy!" Alduin said as she clumsily crawled towards Derkeethus and hugged his legs.

"Alright, fine…" Derkeethus groaned to his wife as he picked up the dragoness.

"I'm hungry!" The black baby dragoness grumbled.

"What do you want to eat?" Derkeethus asked the baby.

"Some sweets!" Alduin proclaimed as she clumsily shifted into a lying position in Derkeethus' arms.

"No sweetie, you can't have sweets for a meal." Janice said to the black dragoness as she flew up to her eye level.

"But mom!" Alduin complained as she gave Janice the 'cute baby eyes' treatment, well, as cute as a black death dragon could be anyway.

"Don't look at me like that!" Janice said as she turned her head away, trying not to give in.

"Daddy?" Alduin asked the lizard man with her cute, adorable black eyes.

"I must resist!" Derkeethus whispered through grinded teeth.

"Aw! Fine, you can have some sweets!" Janice gave in.

Going over to the stockpile of foods that were provided for the family by their hosts, Janice fished out a sweetroll and a honey nut treat in her claws and fed it to the mentally young black dragoness using her jaws.

"You gave up to easily." Derkeethus commented as he watch the young black dragoness slowly nibble on the sweets, not knowing that it was big enough to eat them in one bite.

"What can I do? Look at her, she is so cute and adorable! Besides, we Khajiits are drawn to the cuteness of our offsprings, we can't resist anything that is cute." Janice mumbled through the food.

"Do you want a ball of yarn to play with?" Derkeethus asked his wife sarcastically.

"Very funny," Janice huffed.

When Alduin finished, Derkeethus placed her on the floor, though without the mentally childish dragon crying again. "There, there, mommy will be with you." Janice said as she wrapped her wings around the black dragon in a hugging fashion.

Before long, a foul smell started permeate the rose flavoured air in the room, indicating someone's less than appropriate bowel movement. "She is not potty trained!" Complained Lydia.

"I know! But help me clean it up will you? I have to put some diapers on her!" Janice shouted as she grabbed a towel in her jaws to wrap around the black dragoness' nether regions.

"Aw! Isn't she cute?" Sofie exclaimed as she came into the room from her own room across the corridor.

"Sofie? Please, don't do anything drastic." Janice told her adopted daughter as she picked up the black dragoness to cuddle with.

"Of course mom. I always wanted a baby sister!" Sofie screamed in excitement as she dragged her make-up kit from her room.

"Oh boy," Derkeethus said, suppressing a giggle.

[Sofie's third person POV]

Searching through her make up kit, she pulled out a pink one metre long ribbon and wrapped it around the black dragoness' neck, close to her horns. The black dragoness doesn't seem to care, thinking it was a game. Tying it into a bow with the knot slightly off-centre towards the left on the underside of the long neck, she pulled out some red lipstick and applied it to the scaly lips of Alduin's snout. Looking more girly than the black dragoness had been in all her long, immortal life, she took a good look at herself in the mirror Sofie had placed in front of her and cooed in delight. (A/N: Remember, this is a dragon with a baby mentality, after she returns to normal, she will definitely not do this again. This portion is just for laughs really.)

Taking out some red eye liner and dark purple eye shadow, Sofie begun the delicate process of putting the make-up on the adorable eyes of the dragoness. Patting some pink powder on the cheeks of the dragoness, Sofie finished up by putting a straw hat with a blue ribbon tied around the cone on the dragoness' head.

[Janice third person POV]

"Oh my, she looks even cuter now! Good work Sofie!" Janice praised the young girl.

"Thanks mom!" Sofie said.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash in the room. Before anybody could ask, a loud voice announced, "This is going onto Reddit! HAHA!"

"Who was that?" Derkeethus asked as the voice stopped echoing.

"It's 'The Voice'" Janice said as she looked around.

"Oh I see, blame it on someone living in your head." Derkeethus rudely told the black and red dragoness.

"Hey! 'The Voice' seems to be stronger than anything in this world. Just a few months ago I saw a gate that was blocking my way disappear all of a sudden and reappear as soon as I was through! 'The Voice' was mumbling some sort of spell then, something along the lines of 'disable 10ea98' and 'enable 10ea98' (A/N: Do NOT do this in your game! I don't know what item 10ea98 is, I just made it up, though I believe it was an enchanted amulet or something.)." Janice exclaimed. "It was also using some weird magic to fix what it called 'bugs'."

"I see," Derkeethus said in an understanding tone.

"Anyway, there is still a little bit of time left before bedtime. Do you want me to call an artist to draw the scene?" Janice asked Sofie.

"That would be great, mom!" Sofie exclaimed in excitement.

"Hey! Get the best artist in here right now!" Janice called to the servant outside her room.

"Right away, Your Highness." The servant bowed in respect.

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Derkeethus sat on a chair with Janice curled loosely on his laps. Sofie was seated on the wooden floor with both her legs bent sideways. Alduin was curled up in her lap with her head held high for the artist. Blaise was seated crossed legged on the floor smiling with a hand on the back of the black dragoness' head.

After an hour of intense painting, the artist was finally done. Inspecting the painting, Janice announced that it was perfect seeing the brush strokes go across the picture in an uniform pattern as well as the artist's incredible attention to details. Giving the artist an incredibly handsome payment of one hundred thousand septims, she passed the painting to the servant outside to stow it inside their travelling luggage.

[Morning, 9 a.m.. Alduin third person POV]

Waking up from her sleep, Alduin immediately knew something was amiss as she felt some cloth wrapped around her nether regions as well as her neck. Bending her neck backwards to take a closer look, she noticed that she was wearing diapers! Of all dragons, she was the eldest and the most disciplined when it came to bowel movements, so why was she wearing a diaper? Grabbing the knot with her jaws, she yanked the towel off of her before noticing a straw hat that came off of her head. Releasing her jaws from the towel, she noticed some red marks that was left on the towel from her bite. Looking at it closely, she almost screamed so loudly that the entire town could hear her. "WHY DO I HAVE LIPSTICK ON?!"

"Oh, good morning Alduin." Janice greeted the furious dragoness. "You finally returned to normal it seems."

"Normal? What do you mean… Oh… oh shit." Alduin asked before realizing what had transpired the night before.

"Umm… Don't mention this to anyone would you?" Alduin asked the black and red dragoness who had stayed behind in the room to look after the black dragoness.

"Only the family and Lydia knew of it, so don't worry." Janice told the dragoness who was furiously cleaning her face in a water basin.

"Oh good then." Alduin said as she finished. "I think I will keep this ribbon, it does look quite nice." Alduin said as she eyed herself in the mirror.

"Fine by me, let's go for breakfast, I'm starving." Janice announced as she turned back into her Khajiit form.

Chapter 8: The Coronation

[Janice, third person POV. Imperial City, 3 p.m.]

Arriving through the northern gates of the Imperial City1, the convoy was meet with an uproar of cheering for the new Empress and Emperor. "The Dragon Queen has arrived!" Called out a man.

Taking off her helmet and brushing off the immediate effects of being exposed to sunlight, Janice waved her right hand up in the air to greet her people as Shadowmere and the rest of the convoy made a circle around the incredibly crowded streets of the city. Coming in from the Market District's entrance of the Imperial Palace, Janice was greeted by the servants of the Palace in a welcoming manner.

Dismounting from Shadowmere, she orders the servants to treat the horse as a royal pet as they lead him away. Continuing into the throne room, Cocceius explained that Janice would have to be officially recognised as the Empress before she could sit down on the throne she rightfully deserves. Not really caring, she moved on to her quarters.

Stepping into her room, she saw that her weapons and armour had been neatly arranged along a wall of weapon racks and closets. In the centre of the room sits a huge bed with enough room for two people, presumably for the Empress and the Emperor. On the bed was two sets of neatly folded clothes for the new rulers of the Empire. The floor was tiled over with marble and there was a red woolen carpet under the bed. The bed had a large chest in front of it filled with Janice's other items. To each of the bed's sides sits a bedside drawer with a lighted candle on top. In right corner, next to the bed sits a big shelf filled with books. In the same side, near the door, sat an enchanting table. Beyond it sits a red wooden table with a couple of chairs with red cushions on it. In the space beside the left bedside table lies a pet bed with soft white cushions inside. Seeing as it was for her, since the dog had been assigned to sleep inside Blaise and Sofie's rooms, Alduin pushed past the Khajiit Dragonborn and settled into the cozy bed.

Placing the communication crystal inside the drawers of the bedside drawer, Janice went to collect her Empress gown from her side of the bed and got changed with Derkeethus doing the same. Looking herself over, she noticed that she was wearing what the late Emperor had been wearing since she killed him in the assassination contract. Pulling on her custom enchanted gloves, she changed into a set of normal looking clothes and went over to the enchanting table to enchant her robes with the same effects she had on her other armours and apparel.

"That is much better," Janice said as she changed back into her robes.

"So, what shall we do now?" Derkeethus asked. "The coronation is tomorrow."

"I want to see the armoury of the Imperial Legion here. Maybe I will also visit the royal forge." Janice said as she exited from the room at the very top of the White-Gold Tower.

"Cocceius, could you lead us to where the armoury is?" Janice asked the High Chancellor who was waiting outside the room.

"Of course, Your Highness." Cocceius replied.

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Going down into the armoury, Janice looked around seeing that there was a lot of armour lying around, most of them for the soldiers. "May I test one of these armours out?" Janice said as she drew out a steel sword she had crafted back in the day.

"Of course, Your Highness." Cocceius said as she showed Janice a mannequin with a fresh set of armour placed on it by some workers.

"Who is the forge master here?" Janice asked as she examined the Imperial armour set.

"It is me, Your Highness. I am Minta Ohovus, or Minta for short." Minta the forge master said as he step out into the area.

"Good, now let's see what we got here." Janice said as she finished her inspection.

Using all her enormous strength, she sent the steel sword through the armour, the steel sword embedding itself in the stone wall a few metres behind. "You're fired," Janice calmly told the gaping blacksmith.

Pulling out the steel sword, she tossed it to the blacksmith saying, "See this sword? A normal steel sword would have shattered under the impact, but this sword is special, is it not? It doesn't even have a scratch on it."

"Here, I have brought my own Imperial armour I made back when I was a Legate of the Imperial Legion in Skyrim." Janice said as she tossed it to a worker who swapped the set of armour on the mannequin, quickly sewing back the hole left by the sword.

Using the same maneuver, she sent the steel sword into the same spot of the armour. The sword, instead of penetrating the armour, bounced off harmlessly, the force of the impact only knocking the mannequin over. "Not a scratch," Janice announced as she picked up the sword and tossing it to the now jobless blacksmith. "Keep it, it will serve as a reminder of how not to craft things badly."

"Ye… Yes, Your Highness. I need to improve my smithing skills." The blacksmith said as he ran out of the armoury, crying.

"What can the Empress not do?" Cocceius said in awe at the master of crafting and combat.

"Nothing short of gods are beyond my skill." Janice said.

"I want to see the royal alchemist." She announced after collecting her armour.

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"Here we are, Your Highness." Cocceius announced as he invited Janice into a room in the basement of the Imperial Palace.

The room is filled with all kinds alchemical ingredients as well as alchemy tables. The head alchemist, a short, old Imperial woman with thick glasses, stepped out from her table to greet the Empress. "My name is Arcaine Blanrnian, or Arcaine for short. How may I serve you, Your Highness?"

"Show me your best potions and poisons." Janice asked the woman, grabbing some lab rats from a shelf labeled 'test subjects'.

"Of course, Your Highness. The mice had been bred to have a very high health level so that they may withstand some of the nastier poisons." The old woman said as she looked through a shelf chocked full of potions and poisons.

"Here we go, a potion of healing that can recover any ailment that befalls an adventurer. And this poison made from the deadliest ingredients in the Empire, guaranteed to kill an unlucky man in minutes." The woman announced as she slowly shuffled over to the Dragon Queen.

"Let's see what it could do, compared to mine." Janice grinned as she took out her own poisons and potions.

Pouring poison on a rat inside the cage, Janice watched as the woman's own poison started to work, as slowly as she had been walking. As the poison finally stopped its effects as it wear out, the rat was still mostly quite alive. Pouring the potion on the rat seems to heal it as slowly as it had been poisoned.

Not really caring about the healing process, Janice grabbed another rat and poured her own concoction on the rat. The rat immediately dissolved into ashes as soon as the poison touched its fur. "Too slow, you may want to use these ingredients instead." Janice said as she handed the old woman a note with the recipe written on it.

"To make one of those requires a Nightshade flower, a Deathbell flower and… and a piece of Jarrin' Root?!" The old woman exclaimed in shock.

"There isn't any time for slow killing on the battlefield!" Janice shouted at the entire room; the workers inside already looking up at the sudden disintegration of the rat. "Let me show you what my potion of healing can do." Janice said as she stabbed the other rat with her dagger.

"See this enormous wound?" Janice said as she held the injured rat up in the air, not really caring if it's guts are coming out. "My potion can fix it."

Carefully pouring the potion onto the wound, she held the rat high again as the wound magically healed itself. "That is incredible, Your Highness." Exclaimed one of the workers.

"Of course it is, now, here is the recipe. I want these two solutions to be turned into bombs for the military." Janice said as she leaves the room with Cocceius behind her.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Arcaine called after Janice.

"Where would you like to visit next, Your Highness?" Cocceius asked as they exit the basement.

"Let me see the training grounds of the Elite Imperial Soldiers." Janice commanded.

"Alright, right this way, Your Highness." Cocceius said as he lead Janice back to the Imperial Offices they had past by on their way to the armoury.

In the basement, they see a group of heavily armoured Imperial warriors sparring with each other in marked out courts. "Who is the strongest among you?" Janice announced as she stepped into the room.

"That would be me, Your Highness. I am General Cacco Macrelian, or Cacco as my comrades know me by." The general greeted the Dragon Queen with a salute.

"Spar with me," Janice said as she equip her Daedric armour. "Let me see what you are made of."

"Yes, Your Highness." Cacco said as he lead the Dragonborn to an empty court, all the other soldiers had since stopped their training and had gathered around the court.

"Hand to hand combat or a full weapon battle?" Cacco asked the Empress.

"Let's start with your one-handed skills." Janice said as she pulled out her Ghostblade and her Spellbreaker shield.

"Certainly," Cacco said as he brandished his trusty ebony longsword.

Charging in, Cacco swung his sword down hard only to be blocked by Janice's shield. Repeatedly dealing blows to different areas of her body, Cacco found that her shield was always in the way, not letting the owner get hurt. "Tsk, tsk. You're weak, strike harder, soldier!" Janice yelled as she blocked all the man's blows without breaking a sweat.

Not wanting to prolong the fight any longer, she bashed the shield into the soldier's face as another hit landed unsuccessfully on the shield. Taking the chance that he was stunned, she quickly swiped his feet with the Ghostblade, effectively tripping the heavily armoured and clumsy warrior. Pressing Ghostblade down on his neck, she said, "never overestimate the opponent and always stay focused."

"Yes, Your Highness." Cacco said as he slowly get up.

"Next, I want you to show me your two-handed skills." Janice said as she pulled out Silencer, the Daedric Greatsword she had always kept by her side.

Gulping, Cacco pulled out his ebony greatsword and readied himself. "Have the first strike, Cacco." Janice told the soldier.

Swinging his sword down with more force than before, due to the increased weight, Janice quickly parried the ebony sword using the heavier Greatsword she has. Seeing this, Cacco quickly summoned all his stamina to strike the young Khajiit woman with incredibly fast strikes. Janice just parried this barrage passively. "Do you have more moves than that?" Janice asked as she yawned, only using one hand to parry Cacco's lightning fast strikes.

"Our greatest is being beaten by young woman!" One of the soldiers watching shouted. "She is the greatest now!" Another soldier yelled.

My Empress, not only is she strong, she is highly skilled. Cacco thought as he increased his number of strikes per second. "You got to do better than that!" Janice yelled as she continues to parry the strikes.

[A few minutes of metal on metal clashes that has so far not landed on Janice]

Getting bored with the tactics, she swung her Greatsword upwards as the ebony greatsword was swung downwards. This had effectively lodged the other warrior's weapon into the stone ceiling. Seeing her chance, she quickly sweep her Greatsword around on the ground, tripping the general over again.

[Lydia's third person POV]

Walking around the Imperial Offices, Lydia suddenly felt the ground trembled. Soon after, a sword tip protruded through the stone ground in between her legs. Following the clashing of metal she had heard earlier from the basement, she quickly went down to see what was happening. Looking around, she saw her Thane and Empress fighting an incredibly tough looking man.

"Ah! Lydia!" Janice said as she spotted the housecarl at the door. "Come here would you?"

Going over, she asked, "What is going on here, Your Highness?"

"Oh, I was just teaching this noob how to battle." Janice said as she pointed to the general that was slowly recovering from the fall.

"Oh my gosh! That is General Cacco! He was the legendary general that had battled valiantly in the Great War with the Thalmor! Oh, it is a pleasure to me you, general." Lydia exclaimed in excitement as she helped the general with his recovery.

"Legendary? Why is he so weak?" Janice asked.

"Clearly my level of skill is way below yours, Your Highness." Cacco said.

"Who is the general's second man?" Janice announced to the group of soldiers.

"I am, Your Highness. I am Legate Galterio Rosdes, or Rosdes if you prefer." The Legate said as he saluted.

"Spar with my housecarl here, I will watch." Janice said.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Rosdes said as he stepped into the court as Janice pulled the tired general out.

Drawing out her Glass Sword as well as putting on her Dragonplate armour, Lydia bravely stepped into the ring. "Are you ready, my fair lady?" Rosdes nonchalantly taunted the housecarl.

"More than ever, whelp." Lydia shot back.

Charging in with anger at the last statement, Rosdes swung his ebony longsword down on the warrior. Blocking with her shield like Janice did, Lydia taunted again, "You have to do better than that."

"Take this!" Rosdes said as he begun a series of lightning fast strikes like Cacco had done.

Blocking all of it with her shield, she bashed the young man in the head, his sword striking the helmet first. Swinging her Glass Sword around, she hit the man in the torso before he recovered. Settling into her usual blocking stance again, she yelled, "Aw… Is the man hurt?"

"Screw you!" Rosdes screamed as he charged. Sidestepping, Lydia swung the flat side of her Glass Sword down on the Legate's head, knocking him unconscious.

The entire room gasped as it seems that two of their greatest had seemingly been defeated by two woman without so much as a scratch.

[Janice's third person POV]

Rising from her place, Janice asked the general, "It is time for your hand to hand combat test."

"Yes, Your Highness," Cacco said, his voice trembling slightly.

Anything but the hand to hand combat test! Lydia thought as she stepped out, dragging an unconscious Legate with her. "Tell me you aren't serious, Your Highness." Lydia whispered to Janice as they walked past each other.

"I will be gentle on your crush, Lydia." Janice teased the housecarl.

"He is NOT MY CRUSH!" Lydia screamed in anger, causing Cacco to lift an eyebrow under his helmet at the sudden outbrust.

"Denial only means the opposite, Lydia." Janice said as she took her fighting stance.

"I hate you sometimes…" Lydia grumbled as she sits next to Cocceius.

"Come on Cacco, show me your true strength as the 'legendary warrior' who faced the Thalmor in the Great War." Janice taunted the muscular man.

"AHHH!" Cacco screamed as he threw punch after punch in rapid succession against the Daedric clad Khajiit.

"You seriously need to step up your game, Cacco." Janice said as she blocked every successful strike with her forearms.

Not wanting to prolong the fight for the war veteran any longer, Janice, seeing an opening, kicked the general of the Elite Imperial Contingency in the stomach, sending him hurtling into the crowds of soldiers seated behind the man. "Is this all my army got?! No wonder the Thalmor easily won the war." Janice exclaimed in disgust. "There is a lot more to learn it seems."

Seeing that Janice's back was turned, Cacco, who had quickly recovered due to the held backed kick, quickly ran up to the Dragonborn and attempted to tackle her to the ground. Not really bothering, Janice just threw her right fist backwards and connected with the lower jaw of the general. "Poorly timed ambush, what a pity." Janice said as she helped up the wobbly warrior.

"Lydia! Go fetch Calder and Jordis in here, they are going to coach this bunch of whelps." Janice commanded as she finished checking the injuries on Cacco.

"Right away, Your Highness!" Lydia said as she stood up and leave. "By the way, do you want me to find someone to remove the sword stuck in the ceiling? It went through the floor of the offices upstairs." Lydia asked her Thane.

"That would be good, Lydia." Janice said as she went out of the ring, not caring about the shocked faces of all the soldiers around her.

[Time skip, 9 a.m. the next day. Imperial Palace Throne Room. Janice first-person POV]

Shifting around nervously, I sat behind the veil to the side of the throne with Derkeethus beside me. I was wearing my Daedric armour set without the helmet and my husband was wearing his Dragonscale armour without his helmet as well. We were both given red cloaks that stretched for about thirty centimetres on the ground behind us when we walked. On the cloak was the symbol of a silver dragon, the same insignia of the Empire during the last dynasty. On the collar was a thick, warm fur collar that I, as a Khajiit whose body is covered with fur, was not too fond of.

"Nervous?" Derkeethus asked as he held my hand. Both of us were wearing our matrimony band given to us by Marmal in Riften.

"A little, more nervous than when I was summoned to High Hrothgar, that is for sure." I replied.

"- May we welcome our new Emperor and Empress! Derkeethus and Janice Septim!" Cocceius announced after a long speech about how Titus Mede II had led the Empire into commercial success and ended the Great War by chickening out.

Hearing our cue, we stepped out from under the veil and made for the thrones. "We are to be led by animals?! What has to world come to?" A racist Nord screamed at the back of the gathering.

"Hey! Get out of here before something bad happens to you!" A guard near the man announced as he dragged the offender off.

Looking around, I could see the bruised face of Cacco in his ceremonial uniform as well as his contingency of incredibly tired men. Jordis and Calder did a good job at training those weaklings it seems. I thought as a looked towards the crowd. There, I spotted the Jarls of Skyrim, the Counts and Countesses of Cyrodiil and the Kings and Queens of the kingdoms of High Rock (I have been briefed that the Imperial Empire has fallen to only control three provinces, that information greatly infuriates me). Most of the other people near the back were the influential people of their respective provinces. Moving on to the right of the group of leaders, I spot the one person I really dislike, Nirrne Gaeoth, or High Chancellor Nirrne as she wanted to be called. She was the leader of the Aldmeri Dominion in Tamriel and her being here was to see that I am to adhere to the White-Gold Concordat that had ended the Great War a few decades ago. Looking around some more, I spotted a hint of red on one of the ceiling supports. Looking at it closer, I saw it was Nazir and Babette up there. They gave me a friendly wave before they slinked back into the shadows. I noticed that I was also surrounded by Imperial Guards and Thalmor soldiers, presumably for my protection, not that I needed it. At the sides of the throne were two smaller seats for Blaise and Sofie, both of which were already seated at their respective seats. Sofie was stroking Alduin on the head with her on her laps and Meeko was beside Blaise. Both pets were wearing a red coat around their bodies with the same symbols on my cloak.

"Please, sit down on your throne and the ceremony shall begin, Your Highness." Cocceius in his ceremonial costume politely said.

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"- May the gods bless our new rulers!" Cocceius announced as he placed a golden, gem studded crown on my head and proceeded to put a bigger one on Derkeethus.

I am supposed to be the de-facto ruler here! I thought angrily. Hiding a sigh, I stood up and announced, "Let the feasting begin!"

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Standing in front of the ruins of the Temple of the One, I saw a giant stone statue of what must be Akatosh's avatar that had battled with Mehrunes Dagon two centuries ago. Whipping my cloak around as I turn, I took out the amulet that was given to me by 'A Friend' and proceeded inside the ruins with Derkeethus, Alduin and Cocceius following me.

Standing in front of the stone statue of Akatosh, I put on the amulet and everything blacked out.

A/N: Alright, that is it for this edition, please do remember to favourite, follow and leave a review if you like the story! Also, please do consider participating in the poll on my profile.

1. I imagine the Imperial City not changing much since TES IV: Oblivion other than the rubble from the Daedric battle having been removed and most buildings repaired.