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Walking through a platform floating barely a few inches over the black ink sea of Apocrypha were 2 people, one brunet woman, and an ebony hair boy. Currently, the platform they were walking on was being blocked by a lurker. Luckily for Lady Miraak, Harry had a lot of pent up frustration thus far and charged ahead to the grotesque creature without question, chopping its leg up.

"Damn it woman aren't you sure we aren't lost?" Harry questioned Miraak in a seriously annoyed voice as he cut down another lurker that appeared out of nowhere.

"I am perfectly aware of where I am thank you very much." Miraak bit back with as much haught as he was annoyed.

The stormcrown boy huffed in annoyance as they continued walking through the venomous atmosphere of Apocrypha. suddenly a tentacle rose out of the ink-black liquid the realm seemed to be drowned in and attempted to whip the boy if only to be sliced into pieces.

"Miraak, we better be close" harry demanded, the level of annoyance in his voice rising.

The brunette woman gave him a sly smile "the Itty bitty baby can't handle A little whipping."

The boy growled at her taunt but soon stopped as they came across a large structure.

The two looked at each other and took out their swords as they pushed open the large double doors of the structure only to come on a labyrinth of stairs.

"I can feel Nibenay," Harry said momentarily. "He is on the top floor.

With Mirai.

"The consequences of loving that idiot." The blond Breton mused as she sent a blizzard spell killing one of the vile falmeri creatures.

Another one popped up in its place but was quickly taken care of by an ice spike. Having cleared the room, she continued towards where the map pointed to her, and after several minutes of walking through empty rooms, she had finally arrived through her destination.

The majority of the space in the room had been taken up by a very large sphere looking around she managed to find a ramp, and walking on it she eventually came to stand on a crystal platform that covered the top part of the sphere, continuing walking towards the top of the platform she eventually found the control cube that operated the complex viewing lens the dwemer left behind.

She took out the cube harry had left her and inserted it on the pedestal.

'How he got all this I'll never know.' She pondered to herself as she watched the control unit come to life.

"Couldn't he have given me the answer to this too?" Mirai questioned allowed as she was forced now to figure out the small puzzle.

It wasn't that hard as she quickly learned. Pressing the button each pedestal twice until the other light up. A giant arm mechanism moved to deliver a case containing the Elder Scroll to a reasonably high. After retrieving it, Mirai left the scene right back through where she came from having attained what she needed.

At the Summit of Apocrypha

All daedric princes had their own strengths and Hermaeus Mora's strength was knowledge, forbidden knowledge. This tended to make him arrogant, as he believed even those who left him would eventually return to him. After all, knowledge was power. And now, Miraak was once more in his realm. Along with her, his long sought after price. A Stormcrown. A Meshing of The Divine Trinity, who had the Mind of Jyggalag. The Soul and blood of a dragon, the body of a divine mortal, and the heart of Lorkhan. A being that embodied order and chaos, a being of Absolute certainty. And one with no morals that hindered his task. And a being of incorruptible resilience.

He wanted the Stormcrown, so when the boy came to rip his enslaved Dragonborn, he proposed a challenge.

"You, boy, versus my Dragonborn… should you win. I will let you leave my realm. With the Dragonborn of prophecy along with you. Should I win, you and Miraak will submit yourselves to my will…"

"No way Hermaeus." Miraak protested, only to be stopped by harry as he stepped forward

"I'll fight, but only if you swear… On your very divinity, that you will let us go when I win."

The wretched abyss narrowed all its eyes on the boy. "Deal"

Almost immediately, an explosion of black ink and there was Aragorn Nibenay. He took no second to hesitate as he opened up the battle by shouting unrelenting force upon his foe.

Harry was sent flying immediately with a force he did not expect the nibenay to have, even force a daedrafied powerup.

"Alright, I'll give it to you. You have gotten stronger, but I'm still better than you. Fus Ro Dah."

In turn, shouting Unrelenting force, Harry sent Aragorn sprawling, giving him time to unsheath his sword and shield. Allowing himself to be better prepared for the battle ahead.

From the sides, Miraak watched Aragorn prepare a wide-area spell. So she screamed to warn the young stormcrown of the issue.

For his part, Harry was forced to run away from the area of effect. Forcing him to discard his weapon and shield as his hands were enveloped by the bright yellowish aura of restoration magick. Another wide-area spell, a flame bomb forced him to envelop himself in a circular grand ward, that surrounded him all 360 degrees. The spell lasted just long enough to withstand the merciless assault from the fire, but harry quickly had to succeed it with a greater ward stopping Aragorn's fire breath shout.

Harry gathered his two hands near his navel, 4 inches away from him as he gathered his Magicka into a ball between his hands, a green gas began to form at the center of the two hands condensing it into a ball, for a second harry had to tilt his head left to avoid a small fireball. He brought his hands towards his chest and began to expand the gas before it reached the size of watermelon before he looked with narrowed eyes to Aragorn and firing of the spell.

Aragorn attempted to dodge, or so he believed, the ball expanded to epic proportions before losing its shape and destabilizing, releasing its gasses to the area Aragorn was standing on.

The Nibenay was forced on his knees as he began to cough and whizz. Miraak, stepped up next to harry and asked him: "W-What was that?"

"A destruction spell. A true destruction spell." Harry stated as he moved to pick up his discarded weapon and shield. As the cloud of gas began to dissipate the stormcrown walked up to Aragorn. Drawing in breath Harry shouted a string of words, "Kren Dur Paazigran."

A golden hue left his mouth as it struck the Burma raised nord. Who after a few seconds began to vomit an inky black substance

"Kren Dur." Harry shouted again, watching the older man continue to puke those gross substances.

"So, let me get this straight, You two decided to break into the realm of Hermaeus Mora, just to break me out, free me just so I could kill Alduin?"

Aragorn asked in disbelief.

Harry snorts, "Don't consider yourself so Important. I could have slain Alduin myself. But that damned Dragon was saved by the head honcho himself."

Miraak, in turn, turned a questioning eye, raised eyebrow and mouth opened in an 'oh?' Expression.

"Akatosh, despite his depiction under the alessian pantheon, was never quite fond of the mortal realm. The only reason I can even think of why he intervened in the events of the Oblivion crisis was to ensure the continuation of his prophecy." Harry explained, pausing for a minute as he took a deep breath."There is an Elder Scroll I had Mirai recover, its in the chest in the entrance of my sanctum at High Hrothgar.use it to learn Dragonrend, and defeat alduin. I have other matters to attend to."

The other two looked at each other before sighing themselves.

"One more thing, it is doubtful you will defeat Alduin in the mortal plane. Miraak, ill allow you to call upon Hinddood this once. He will take you two where Alduin will retreat too."

Miraak was surprised hearing the stormcrown allow her to use The great Dragon as a mount. Considering Harry didn't let anyone else come near Hinddood.

Later, Harry was laying down in his bed when he finally felt it. The first vision in the elder scroll hath come true.

"Is it time yet?" The eternally youthful woman asked from her prison. The man, standing over 6'6 who sat on a throne with his eyes close shook his head. "Patience my dear, it is only the first plague."

The woman moaned in disappointment, having been over a thousand years since she had been let out. "Oh when, when will you allow me to satisfy my hunger? Every day it grows, it drives me nuts."

Green eyes meet grey, as the male voice spoke "Soon my dear Miraak, soon you will be allowed to feast on the world. Soon shall I begin the last march. Soon the world will end."

Emerald green eyes snapped open when he felt a disturbance come from the throat of the world, recalling a certain feeling. He pooled his magic, and then he was no longer there.


translations

Kren Dur Paazigran

shatter curse influence.