The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
The Story of Octavian
The End
I awoke in a room with sealed windows. My head was splitting, and I couldn't remember much. I sat up, and my head screamed at me as all the memories flooded back. I collapsed again.
"He's awake!" I heard Elena say.
"Quiet, woman. He's reeling." The vampire's voice whispered.
I vomited all over the floor. "What the hell?" I mumbled.
I opened my eyes and saw blurs. One was in black and was small, the other was taller, and in blue. My vision cleared, and I saw them clearly. Elena, in normal clothes, and the vampire in his battered suit of Daedric armor.
"About time you woke up, kid!" The vampire said, passing me a cup filled with blood and some other substance.
"That should clear your head up pretty good." He said.
I drank it down. Aside from the usual sensation of warmth flowing to my extremities, I also felt a relief on the pressure in my head. I sat up again, then promptly vomited yet again.
"Dammit, I didn't purify the potion enough." he said, turning back to his table. Elena cleaned me up a bit.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"The Oblivion Crisis has been over for three days. You passed out after your ordeal with Akatosh. I got you inside before everything cleared up, and me and Elena have been taking care of you since. We were starting to think you were never gonna wake up."
"Sorry to disappoint." I said, managing a grin.
"The mass funeral is today." Elena said. "Ocato is going to give a speech in front of everyone at the Dragon Statue."
"Okay, I'll go. I doubt I'll enjoy it."
So we went. The vampire hung at the back. Elena and I went right to the Statue, within view of Ocato. He motioned us up, and we faced the people.
"People of the Empire," Ocato said, "The Oblivion Crisis is over, but not without cost. Many brave men and women died to keep our cities safe, and in the battle to end the Crisis. We are here to pay our respects."
"Not least of which was Emperor Martin Septim I," He continued, "Who sacrificed his body to summon forth the agent of our salvation. Also, Jongard of Morrowind was sacrificed when that demonic Dragon attempted to destroy us. They have passed to the afterlife, and their deeds were all worthy of Tiber Septim himself."
"The last of the three greatest heroes of our age, Octavian Bacchus, stands before you, Champion of Cyrodiil, as Talos was before he became Emperor. He will now say a few words."
Suddenly I was faced with the Empire. What was I to tell them? That they had no Emperor, that despite all my efforts the Empire I had fought for was doomed? I decided against it, and pointed to the Dragon Statue.
"Never forget us all, when we are gone. Know that all races, man, mer, werebeast, and vampire, were for the last hours together as one. Never forget that."
Elena and I met up with the vampire, and he asked what our plans were.
"I'm looking for the cure. I won't be able to live life without Elena, so I'm becoming mortal again." I said.
"Check around Elsweyr. I knew a guy who was trying to make one down there." He said.
"What about you?" Elena asked.
"I'm gonna stay here for a while." He said, motioning to a group of suspicious individuals milling about. "These people are a hoot. I'm hanging with them. Good luck in the search." He said, and left.
We left right after. Together, and finally free of our burdens.
So my story ends. But remember my words:
Never forget.
The End
