Warning: Fair bit of angst.

I was a fool! Samara chided herself. To think he could actually care about someone like me. Like this. Back in Nirn, where everyone knew Samara as the Dragonborn, no man would want anything to do with her; she was too strong to be a submissive wife and too well-known for anyone to reciprocate her feelings honestly. The only man she was close to was Krosis, and he was an Avian! They weren't even human, just a Dragon hybrid who were forbidden from socializing with humans. Dragonborns weren't even supposed to befriend Avians – they were mortal enemies – so already there was that social stigma in the way.

At least here, Samara thought, Here I had a chance to find someone. But now that chance was ruined. It's been ruined. The Dragonborn was not blind, she saw how many heroes were often alone and isolated themselves, wearing masks as one of the solutions to separate their lives. But Samara just ripped hers off (metaphorically speaking). The cognac-eyed woman revealed her abilities here, where her Thu'um was feared and people saw the Dragonborn as an enemy. That look in his eyes, she recalled, slowing down. "He was afraid of me." Looking around, the brunette realized she was at the bridge she appeared on so long ago. The water was an inky black, reflecting the city lights and shimmered with its mystery. "Kyne, I was quite the fool, diluting myself into fitting in. I truly am cursed."

There was a sharp fizzing in the air before the breeze shifted for a moment and a man called out cautiously. "What are you doing?"

Samara blinked and realized she was sitting on the rails, towards the water. Looking back, the red dressed woman saw the famed speedster that safe guarded this town. "You are the Flash correct?" She questioned, still leaning on the rails. "Guardian of Central City." The brunette sighed, looking back into the water. "Leave me, I am in no mood to entertain."

But instead of heeding the warning of her tone, the red clad man took a cautious step forward. "I think you should get down from that ledge, ma'am."

"Why?" Samara quipped back, honestly confused. "The water cannot harm me. The worst thing that can happen is my clothes getting wet." She sighed, standing with alarming balance despite wearing heels. "I am no mortal," She stated sadly before turning to the scarlet speedster who had his arm raised with a wary look in his eyes.

"Then who are you?" He questioned, stepping forward in preparation to catch her.

"I am the daughter of a Seraphim and mortal woman, a Dragonborn," Samara answered honestly. "Samara of Kingscreek, exile of Skyrim."

"'Seraphim'? 'Exile of Skyrim?" Flash seemed to be having trouble wrapping his head around it, so the brunette found it prudent to help him understand.

"In this world, 'Seraphim' are better known as Angels. And 'exile' is what it means; I hailed from the Land of Skyrim – in a world separate from your own – until the king removed me."

"And why did he do that?"

"Because I refused to marry him." At his shocked silence, Samara sighed. "I am the Champion of Skyrim, slayer of the demon who threatened our peace, Abaddon the bloodthirsty. Had that child-king made me his wife, I would be bound to serve only his Kingdom and aid him in the inevitable wars he would wage." Stepping down from the ledge, the brown eyed woman kept her eyes locked on those jade green-eyes. "I refused as it would take me away from my duties of defending the people."

Flash stared at the woman with wide eyes before awkwardly coughing. "So…" He pointed to her. "Dragonborn."

Samara shrugged, "Or Dovahkiin, it means the same thing."

"And you're just stuck here."

"Quite."

"So what's your plan?"

"Pardon?"

"Since you're stuck here what do you plan on doing?" Flash detailed, gesturing to the city. "I mean, are you going to keep on doing hero work or what?"

Samara hummed. "While that thought did cross my mind, I realize that – while my actions were accepted back in Skyrim – my abilities cause more harm than good. Apparently, these people have never heard of the Thu'um and therefore it causes mass hysteria." She sighed. "No, no. I think I'll be fine – what do you people say? – 'keeping on the down-low'," she air quoted. "Though I might have to leave town."

"What? Why?" He actually sounded concerned.

"I used my abilities tonight in front of… someone I admire. I planned to never reveal my Thu'um without hiding my appearance, however it happened and now he is afraid of me."

"But that doesn't mean you should leave! I mean, what if he was just shocked?"

She gave a mirthless smile. "I have been Dragonborn my whole life, I know what fear looks like on a man's face as I am often the cause of it. He will no longer see me as his friend but rather a monstrosity."

Flash then stepped up to her, his green eyes open and chastising. He hesitated, glancing to the side before looking back at Samara with determination. "Look, I'm not turning you in, but you have to promise not to leave just because of one guy. Stay. Talk to him, keep singing those songs at the park, just don't go."

Samara eventually nodded, though her brows were still scrunched together. "Very well, you are right. I cannot let one determine where I live. Besides, Esther would be very disappointed." Walking back to town, Samara nodded as she passed the scarlet speedster. "I thank you Speedster, I feel marginally better now."

Flash nodded back and raced back to town, the resulting breeze causing Samara's dress to billow just slightly.