Hiruzen Sarutobi was having the mother of all headaches. He was currently sitting in the council chambers, of the village hidden in the leaves. All around him sat the heads of the ninja clans, as well as the heads of the civilian clans. The reason for the headache was the current rogue academy student. Usually, the very idea of a runaway academy student wasn't something to dangerous. However, in this case, the girl in question killed the elders of two clans before fleeing the village in an untraceable manner. The arguing back and forth in the council chambers was getting tedious though.

"ENOUGH!" He finally roared slamming his fist against his chair arm. "We have gone around in circles for half an hour! We are the major powers in a ninja village, not a group of school children, and by Kami we will act like it! Now Shikaku please explain a few things to clarify for all involved just what it means when you say your niece has become one with the shadows."

Shikaku Nara looked pained but nodded in a resigned fashion. "Put simply, it means that she doesn't have morals anymore. She has become a sociopath. She will do anything and everything to reach her goals. She mentioned to Fugaku-dono, Mikoto-dono, My wife, and myself that she would protect Konoha how she sees fit without anyone telling her to stop. She also mentioned young Sasuke, Hinata, and Naruto specifically. I'm guessing she saw some kind of connection to killing the elders of the Uchiha and the Hyuga as helping Hinata and Sasuke. You can see how this is a bad thing though. She decided the best way to help these children was to kill the elders of their clans."

"What could she think would be gained from such an act?" Hiruzen asked with a thoughtful frown. "It makes little sense in the thought processes of a child."

"Do not think of her as a child." Shikaku said with a shake of his head. "She is a genius level intellect and has apparently an eidetic memory."

"I still don't know what the point of killing the elders of my clan was." Hiashi Hyuga said harshly.

"It probably had something to do with helping young Hinata." Shikaku said wearily. "Can you not think of anything that would make her happy that they are hindering?"

Hiashi looked thoughtful for a moment then gasped. "The caged bird seal." He managed to get out in a strangled voice. "It's no secret that I have disliked it since before my brother's death and despised it since. The elders would never allow it to be changed though."

"And now they can't stop you from making any changes you so choose." Hiruzen said thoughtfully before shooting a covert glance at Fugaku Uchiha. "So, what are we going to do about this? We have to put her into the Bingo book. If only to disavow any action she takes from now on. The problem though, is how do we rank an eight-year-old girl who hasn't even finish the academy?"

"You realize that however you place her in the Bingo book she will raise in rank. If she decides to do something to help Konoha in her eyes. There is very little that can be done to stop her." Shikaku said grimly. "She can quite literally go anywhere undetected and kill anyone with little way to stop her. If she was able to gain a teacher in the methods of assassination, she'd be almost unstoppable."

This brought the others into a grim silence. It was true after all. She already had the entire Nara clan jutsu library in her memory. If she found someone willing to train her it could very well be disastrous. Hiruzen looked at the faces in consternation, this whole situation was unthinkable.

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I woke up in the nicest bed that had probably ever existed. It was soft and warm and I loved it. But I knew I was going to have to get out of it. With a put-upon sigh I rose from the bed and made my way toward the wardrobe in the corner. I opened it and tried to choose the outfit for the day. There were many different outfits to choose from. They all seemed to be based on fantasy games. I quickly grabbed a pair of breeches that looked loose enough to move freely and a grey wool tunic. I closed the wardrobe and walked out of the room. On the walls were a range of razor-sharp daggers, swords and axes. I grabbed a set of daggers and belted them onto my hips. I grabbed a cloak and clasped it around my shoulders before leaving the house. It became obvious that I was in the town of Whiterun as soon as I stepped from the house. This was amazing, and I loved it instantly. It makes me want to dance in glee. At least until I hear a voice from my right.

"Child I'm going to have to ask you to come with me!" I turned to the voice to find a whiterun guard. I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Why do you want me to go with you?" I asked with a frown and a grip on the steel dagger on my hip.

"The Jarl wishes to meet the new owner of Breezehome." He said placatingly. "I am merely taking you to the Jarl." I nodded slowly and released the grip on my dagger. I followed the man through the capital of Whiterun. It wasn't nearly as small as it was in the game. It took twenty minutes to arrive in the Dragonsreach. I arrived just a man was coming out of the keep with what I assumed to be Irileth behind him. I didn't think much of it and just followed the guard into the keep. It didn't take much more time to arrive at the seat of the Jarl. Balgruuf the Greater was a solidly built man. He was built like a tank, but had let himself gain a dad bod. I could tell that his arms and legs looked to be carved from stone. The muscles were defined and stood out with scars littering his body.

Balgruuf looked like he was worried about something. However, when he saw the guard and myself walking up his face blanked out easily. "Yes, what can I do for you Guardsman?"

"This young Dunmer walked out of Breezehome this morning as I was going through patrol. I had also just received news that you wanted to meet anyone who goes into or comes out of it." The guard's face was stoic. I turned to him thoughtfully, then gently put a hand to my ears they were pointed and elven. I guess with blue skin, red eyes, and pointed ears. Huh yeah I could see it.

Balgruuf looked intently at me for a second then said gruffly to the room. "I would like to speak to this young lady alone for a moment. Give us the hall please." I could see that quite a few people wanted to argue, but honestly what could they say. I was a child and he was a war hero what was he supposed to fear from me? When they left, he waved me forward. I walked forward and stood directly in front of his throne. "You're not what I expected child. But I suppose that doesn't matter in the long run. I had a meeting with a strange Deadra in my bed chambers. If not for the fact that he offered the help of his favored servant I would have turned him down and probably died trying to fight him." Balgruuf said lowly. "But he swore you would cause no trouble here, and could be an asset against a troubling future. So, I ask you this child. Why would a Deadric Prince, even one I know nothing of, personally bring you to my attention when he didn't have to?"

"I don't know why that damned Imp brought me to your attention Jarl Balgruuf." I told him with a sigh of discontent. "And since he clearly didn't tell you, I'm only a child in body. I was thirty years old in before all of this happened." I then began to explain everything that had been going on with my life since this started. After I was finished, I just looked at him expectantly.

"This is a lot to take in." He said grimly. "However, there is nothing I can say to deride you for making a pact with one Daedra to save the soul of your mother's husband from another. I do wonder why you told me all of this though. It would have been easier to come up with a believable lie."

"In my world this one is a saga dedicated to the dragonborn, Dovahkin, and you yourself are a key point in his beginning. I always respected your character. The fact that you always put the good of your people before anything you yourself thought or wanted. Also, I would like to point out while it's on my mind that damned sword you have locked away in the basement is talking to your younger son."

This brought the man up short. "The sword, is whispering to my son?!" He said in a strangled voice.

"Yes." I told him plainly. "I suggest sending it away. Perhaps have it locked away at the throat of the world? Or possibly in the Collage of Winterhold?"

"Could you lock it away?" He asked looking at me intently. I could feel my eyes widen.

"Why would you offer that thing to me?!" I asked incredulously. "It's way too powerful to just offer to some stranger!"

"If you had lied about yourself and what was going on I would never have trusted you with it." Balgruuf stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "But you told me the same thing that the Daedra told me. /i wouldn't have said anything about it had you lied because I already told the Daedra that I wouldn't fight you living in Whiterun. But I would have kept a closer eye on you. But not only did you not lie to me, you were willing to fight against a Daedric prince for the soul of a man that you told me you didn't even like very much. The sword is the Relic of Mephala the lady of whispers. Her domain is secrets and lies. But that doesn't seem to be your currency. Besides that, that sword is bigger than you are. Sure, it doesn't way as much as other two-handed weapons, but it's too large for you to ever be able to use it effectively."

"Well, I mean you're right that I don't particularly excel at deceit. Mostly because I'm too lazy to keep up a lie. But whatever. Ok I'll keep it locked up away from people and find a place to stash it." I said with a sigh. "Is there anything else you wanted to ask me about?"

"You said something about Talismans. What do these things do?" He asked with a thoughtful frown.

I looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Well, each of the twelve has its own ability. Dog is Immortality. Horse is healing. Rat is motion to the motionless or bringing statues to life. Dragon is the ability to breathe fire. Pig is the ability to…. fling fire from your eyes. Rooster is levitation. Rabbit is super speed. Monkey lets you turn things and people into animals. Sheep is astral projection. Tiger splits you into a light and dark version of yourself. Snake is invisibility. And ox is super strength." I told him trying to think and counting them in my head.

"So, you can What become invisible, lift more than any man, outrun any man. As well as being able to heal and are immortal? My but that's a wide array of abilities." He said with wide eyes. "So with that in mind I have a favor to ask of you. There was a report of a dragon at the western watchtower. I ask that you go and provide healing and back up if they need it."

This brought me up short. A dragon? At the western watchtower? That was the start of the story. Given the look on Balgruuf's face I'd said that part out loud. I waved him off. "Don't worry my Jarl I'll go back up the dragonborn he couldn't have gotten that far ahead of me."

"He is the DRAGONBORN?!" Balgruuf asked incredulously. I looked up at him. "The guy who showed up to tell you that Helgen was razed to the ground by Alduin? Yeah, that was him."

"ALDUIN?!" Balgruuf cried looking faint. I looked at him for a moment. Then frowned. Maybe that wasn't something he should know yet.

"Yes, ALDUIN the world eater." I said seriously. "He is the dragon who destroyed Helgen. He has been raising the dead dragons to destroy the world of men. It's a prophecy written in an Elder scroll somewhere. But don't worry the Last Dragonborn will destroy him and become the Hero of the world."

Balgruuf looked green. I didn't know why he looked so green, but I knew that he didn't really look happy.

"What's wrong?" I asked feeling like I missed something.

"That man is Bjorn Stonebear. He's a relatively young member of Ulfric's Stormcloaks. He's been rising through the ranks quickly helping Ulfric set up bases and running the Empire ragged." Balgruuf said thoughtfully. "If he's the Dragonborn then it looks like Ulfric is going to become the high king."

"He's a flunky of that Racist?!" I roared incredulously. "But, WHY?!"

"Because he is Galmar Stone-fist's son." Balgruuf said thoughtfully. "He is the only son that is still alive so it makes sense that he would follow in his father's footsteps."

"Holy shit how the hell am I supposed to fix this?!" I asked trying (and failing) to figure out what to do next. Then I shook my head to clear it of the headache I was getting. It didn't really matter. What mattered was getting to the Dragonborn and making sure he killed Mirmulnir. I looked towards the Jarl and nodded. "We'll worry about this later. For now, we have to make sure that he is able to survive fighting against the dragon. We'll deal with politics when the time comes. Until then we need to worry about making sure he stays alive."

Balgruuf nods slowly. It makes sense after all. Sweet Jesus this is going to be complicated. I turned away from him for a moment. "Do you mind if I use your balcony as a launch point?"

"You mean to jump?" Balgruuf asked confused. I looked at him confused for a moment, then my mouth made an 'O' of understanding. "When you use the power of Rabbit and Rooster together you can fly under your own power." I told him with a small smile. "It's honestly the power that I've wanted to use the most since the Imp activated the talismans inside me." Balgruuf's eyes widened considerably.

"You can fly?" He asked in a stunned whisper. I smirked at him. "Oh yeah I totally can fly. This just gives me a chance to use it. When I was growing up it was the one superpower I wanted above all others. Now it's mine. I would honestly have sold my soul for it. But now it's mine. So yeah, you mind if I use your balcony?"

"Of course!" Balgruuf said enthusiastically. "However, I want to watch. And perhaps one day you can take me to fly with you." I nodded with a smile, apparently, I wasn't the only child who dreamed of flying. I followed Balgruuf to the large balcony facing the North side of his hold. I smiled at the Jarl and then leapt out into the air. With a quick application of magic, I felt the Talismans activate. I turned in the air to grin happily at the Jarl. I waved cheekily before turning again and rocketing off towards the Watchtower. It didn't take very long to get there. However, what surprised me was that not only was the fight under way, but it was also going bad for the Dragonborn. Irileth was laying at the base of a large broken stone bridge. There was a stream of blood running down the sides of her head and she was unconscious. There were also five chars and smoking bodies strewn around the area around the destroyed tower. There was also one man, an Orc laying on the ground writhing in pain. His arm had been bitten off. I could also see three people fighting Mirmulnir. A wood elf woman was standing in the ruined tower firing arrows with deadly precision to little effect. And on the ground in front of the dragon was an unconventional pairing of a lithe Redgauard, in the outfit of an Alik'r warrior wielding a heavy looking Scimitar, and a burly Nord with a large two-handed steel Axe. I made sure to get a good look at Bjorn Stonebear. He looked to be about six and a half feet tall. His light brown hair was in a ponytail tied in leather strings every few inched down to his ass. He had a round face kind of like a cross between Brad Pitt and Travis Fimmel. And it was currently set in a hard line. And the dragon was about to take his head off with a bite! I concentrated more magic on the rabbit talisman and shot forward like a bullet. As I drew towards the dragon, I reared back my fist and shunted all my magic energy into the Ox talisman before slamming my small fist into the dragon's face as it was about to take a bite out of Bjorn's head. I got to see the look of resigned hatred on Bjorn's face change into a look of astonishment when Mirmulnir was thrown away from him by a small flying dunmer. The dragon and the Redguard weren't much better as the dragon went sprawling away rolling across the ground. I quickly pointed to the Dragon and spoke. "Kill that damned thing!" Before rushing over to Irileth. She was breathing, which was good, but her skin was clammy, and she was totally unresponsive. I began pouring magic into the horse talisman and focusing on everything I knew about medicine. I pictured her head injury free, making sure to picture her skull whole and her brain not bleeding. Then I pictured all of her bone unbroken and the few burns I saw fixed. That was when her eyes flew open, I smiled with relief and felt my mind go hazy. I frowned as my body began to fall forward. What...? The last thing I saw was Irileth gently catching me and laying me on the ground before the world went black.

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I woke up to find myself floating on a cloud beside a very grumpy Imp. I looked at him confused.

"Hey what's up?" I asked looking around in wonder.

"I'm going to try and be as delicate as I can when I ask this." The imp said nodding softly. "ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?"

This brought me up short. I looked at him in confusion, what did he mean?

"Ok so I'm going to go by the numbers here." The Imp said with a frown. "You know by now that using the talismans takes magic energy. Now as you know. Chakra is a combination of spiritual energy and physical energy. Because you where thirty before all this happened you have a much higher amount of spiritual energy. Now you realize that spiritual power is known as mana. Magic is the crystallization of a five percent physical energy ninety-five percent spiritual energy. You have used all of your spiritual energy. You are currently suffering from chakra exhaustion. You pushed yourself so much, that you ran out of magic and started using your life force to power you magic. Now because of the Dog talisman makes you immortal you can't die. That doesn't mean you didn't suffer the consequences of it. Your body is currently in a healing trance being tended to by the priestess in whiterun. Now let me go into how you changed this worlds fate. Now when I chose this version of Skyrim it was because the Dragonborn died fighting Mirmulnir, Irileth would have died from a brain Hemorrhage, and the assassin Nazir would have died killing the dragon temporarily. Now my plan was to turn you into the Dragonborn so that you could grow in power killing dragons."

"Wait how the hell would you do that?" I asked with a shocked expression. " The dragonborn are basically demigods!"

"Yes, they are." The Imp said with a put-upon sigh. "Demigods of a REALITY BOUND DIETY! Something that I am much more powerful than. I'm not bound by the rules of any reality! No God that's stuck in one reality is stronger than I am! Now back to it. Because you saved the dragonborn I would have to put up with Akatosh's bitching if I made you a dragonborn and I don't want to deal with that. So, no dragon soul for you. You are going to have to gain power the old-fashioned way. However, I decided to give you a bit of a boost. From now on you will be gaining a boost of power every time you kill something. It won't be a massive boost of power. It will be manageable unless you go off the rails and kill thousands of people at once. Also, because I almost choked to death laughing when you sucker punched that dragon, I'm going to give you another gift. But first, have you decided the elemental you want to learn to bend?"

This brought me up short. I scratched the side of my head. "Well, I can't decide between fire bending and Earth bending. Fire is the ultimate offensive element. But with earth I could do so much more. I think I'd prefer Earth bending since I could use it to build things like castles and walls."

"Tch even training to be an assassin you're still the kid of a builder." The Imp said with a wry smile. "tell you what, instead of the power I was going to give you for knocking out that dragon I'll give you the power of two element bending. You can have both fire and earth. Now who do you want for your teachers?"

"Toph Bei Fong for my earth bending teacher, and Uncle Iroh to be my Fire bending teacher." I said with my eyes shining in excitement.

"Heh." The imp vocalized with a smirk. "Makes sense to me. Alright one other thing."' He snapped his fingers and suddenly Balgruuf, Irileth, and Bjorn arrive on the cloud with us. I looked at them confused.

"Now I have a few things to explain to you all and I plan on either gaining your help for this or erasing your memories." The Imp said seriously. "First only you three are going to remember her being eight years old. I'm going to be to be aging her up to her late teens. This will help her gain fighting skill she will need. Now I'm also going to do something else for the three of you. First Dragonborn I'm going to be giving you a type of immortality. If you die fighting you will wake up in the bed you slept in before the day of the fight. Keep in mind I'm not doing this for you. I just know that the girl will worry about you if I don't make sure she has no reason for it. Now Housecarl, you were meant to die during that fight. So, I'm going to be making you harder to kill. Your body will be stronger faster and hardier. Finally, Jarl, I know that the girl is worried about that stupid sword, so I've made it disappear. Now I am not going to be doing things like this often. So don't expect any more help from me." He snapped his fingers again making the trio disappear. I looked at him strangely.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked confused.

"Huh?" He asked looking at me in confusion. "I don't want you worrying about things that aren't your problem. It will negatively affect your growth as my assassin. Also, while I have you here, I'm going to explain something to you. Now those damned Talismans are versatile. That doesn't mean they should be your go to stuff. The only ones that only take a little magic are the snake, the sheep, the dog, and the Tiger. The other eight are depending on the amount of magic energy you push into them. Like when you decided to pour magic into the horse talisman to heal a brain hemorrhage and a shattered spine. Or when you literally knocked a dragon on its ass. The draw back here was that you would have DIED from chakra exhaustion if you weren't immortal."

This brought me up short. The imp had said it before of course, but I hadn't really thought about it. "You mean I could have actually died trying to save her?!" I asked in a high squeaky voice, before coughing and repeating myself in a lower gruffer voice like it hadn't happened.

"Yes, numb nut I do." The imp told me with an exasperated sigh. "So now I'm going to get to your part in all of this. I expect you to train yourself in the best way possible. To that end, the next time you go to the Naruto universe I expect you to find a sensei that will teach you how to fight better."

I thought about that for a moment, then asked. "Could you let me know the location of someone?"

He looked at me with an expectant eyebrow raised. "And who would that be?"

"Momoichi Zabuza!" I exclaimed excitedly. "The very first anime BADASS I ever saw!"

"...Well, that would certainly help you get stronger if he doesn't kill you." The imp finally agreed. "The next time you go into the Naruto verse you with come out of your shadow in front of Momoichi Zabuza."

I smiled happily, ….and gave off a fangirl squeal. I'm not proud of it, but it did happen.

"Now wake your ass up, AND GET TO WORK!" The Imp roared finger flicking my head and sending me rocketing off the cloud. I admit I screamed like a little girl as I was flung through the air. The clouds got further away and I knew the ground was coming up fast. Chancing a glance over my shoulder left me screaming. I was still screaming when I woke up inside my body. I came off a table screaming bloody murder.

"SHE IS AWAKE!" Bellowed a deep voice from my left. That bellow brought my screaming and flaying to a halt. I looked at the man beside me. He was a towering Redguard. It was the same man I saw working with Bjorn against the dragon. Now that I knew who he was I could see the character in the man before me. He looked like Djimon Hounsou with a beard. It was honestly kind of intimidating.

I heard a person take off running and a door slam shut, as a soft set of footsteps approached. I looked to the sound and found a woman, who I assumed was Danica Pure-springs, looking at me curiously. I studied her in return. She looked like the woman who portrayed Torvi in Vikings. What had her name been, Goergia something? Didn't matter here I decided.

"Where am I?" I asked without preamble. After all it wasn't like I had ever been in the temple to Kynareth in real life.

"You are in the Temple of Kynareth," The woman spoke softly holding her hands out with a soothing gesture. "I have sent a runner to retrieve the Jarl and Your Aunt here."

This brought me up short. My, ...Aunt? What the fuck? Who came up with that shit?!

"Young lady." Nazir said drawing my attention. "I want to thank you. If you hadn't intervened when you did, we'd have all died!"

I looked at him for a moment then gave a whimsical smile. "Of course, I would do everything to save a family member."

Danica nodded thoughtfully; it was a very Nord worthy sentiment. But I was looking directly in Nazir's eyes and I gave a very dark smirk. His eyes widened, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Of course." He said without giving anything away. Then we were interrupted by the door bursting open. In rushed Irileth, followed closely by Jarl Balgruuf and Bjorn Stonebear.

"Jade!" Irileth cried pulling me into a hug. "You STUPID CHILD! I was so worried about you!"

"I'm sorry Aunty." I told the irate woman ducking my head as she pulled me into a bone crushing hug. …. Wait, Aunty? Where the hell did that come from? It didn't matter I supposed. Oh, the Jarl was talking.

"...had us worried young lady." Jarl Balgruuf said looking at me with a relieved smirk. I looked at them trying to figure out what was going on. I had no idea, why I was treating a woman who I only knew of from a video game as a beloved maternal figure. Or why she was reciprocating said actions. Oh well didn't really matter. It took quite a few minutes for everything to calm down again. When it was all said and done, I had been looked over, thanked, and berated from every angle. By the time I had been turned loose to return to my house, all I wanted to do was fall into my bed and sleep. Apparently, this wasn't meant to be however. On the way out of the cloud district I passed Lucia hiding from the lightly falling snow under a small pavilion by the Gildergleam. With a suppressed groan filled sigh, I walked over to the young orphan.

"Hey!" I said briskly, startling the young girl. After waking up to realize I had apparently aged up to about sixteen, I decided that I would take the time to get all the orphans in Skyrim a safe place to live and grow. I hadn't expected to run into Lucia right out the door. I walked over her and realized that at sixteen I was still only about four inched taller than this eight-year-old. That was a blow to my ego. She looked like she was trying very hard to find anywhere else to be right about now. "When was the last time you had something to eat?" I asked her putting my hands on her shoulders. "And for that matter when was the last time you had a bath or slept in an actual bed?"

Lucia was stuttering something about eating a piece of bread and cheese the previous day. This caused the vein above my left eye to pulse. A WHOLE DAY with no food?! Hell FUCKING NO! That isn't going to fly!

"Follow me brat." I told her grabbing her wrist and pulling her along unmindful of any protests. I walked through the streets of the Market district towards Breezehome. It seemed that in this world didn't think to highly of children not their own, because no one batted an eye seeing me drag the timid girl towards my house. Then again maybe it was because I was in the body of a teenage girl. It might have been different if I had been in a male body. Not that it mattered right now. I pushed her towards the wash basin. It was a small table with a huge bowl of water. Beside it was a large bowl of soap and a wash rag. "There is a towel beside the table, and hot water beside the fire pit. I'm going to get you some clean clothes to wear and then I will make dinner, ok?" I asked/stated waling up the stairs to my room and looking for clothes. I found a large set of clothes that were obviously for me. I was honestly afraid to look in the drawers that were now marked as JADE or LUCIA. Drawing in a breath to fortify my resolve I opened my own drawer. I admit to being pleasantly surprised. Nothing to racy, Plain black boyshort style panties and regular cotton bras. Ok that wasn't too bad. I opened the drawer for Lucia to find on one side regular cotton panties on one side and the SAME PACK OF FUCKING PULLUPS! I could feel my temper rising as I grabbed the folded note on top of them.

It read.

Dear Brat

This is actually not my attempt at a joke. Little Lucia has had a problem with wetting the bed since she was thrown out of her home by her conniving Aunt and Uncle. Have no fear by the way, those pieces of human excrement are going to suffer a visit by the Dark Brotherhood soon. I had a word with Sithis and The Night Mother. It was part of the deal to gain your entry into the Assassin's brotherhood without signing your soul over to Sithis. Remember in the long run in this Universe each time you make a deal with a planer being, you have to offer up a claim on your soul. So, remember while playing the Game of Skyrim you probably made choices that you should be weary of in the Reality of Skyrim. Now I'm sure you noticed that the clothes for you are to your tastes. This is a bit of a peace offering for you. You need to calm down and start practicing. I have added the ability to pull your teachers through the shadows to you. I expect you to gain proficiency soon. Also, remember the more you fuck up a world's story the better I will reward you.

Sayanora,

Mr. Mxytplk

I put the note in the flame of the candle by my bed and let the ashes fall to the floor. Then I grabbed a set of pajamas from the drawer marked for me. A nice pair of fleece pants with Harley Quinn on them and a silky matching top. I quickly changed into them and set my soiled clothes in the corner. Then I grabbed a pullup and a pair of feety pajamas (what the fuck?!) from Lucia's drawer and made my way downstairs. Lucia was standing beside the fire wrapped in a beach towel sized fluffy towel. I walked over to her and sat the feety pajamas on the bench and held open the pull up.

"Here brat let's get you dressed." I told her bending down and sliding the pullup onto her. Then I opened the pajamas and helped her into them. After I had them zipped up, I had to hold back a laugh. The pajamas made her look like a thin teddy bear. They even had a hood with ears on it. I tried very hard not to laugh at the poor girl. I got up and began to get out cooking implements. I looked in the cupboards but came up bare. This made me frown heartily. With a sigh I opened a shadow portal and stepped into a Walmart. Don't ask where or in what world because I don't know. I stepped through and grabbed a buggy. It didn't take me long to get the ingredients to make a pretty good dinner. Beef tips and frozen vegetables as well as tomato juice. Then I got a loaf of bread and a small tub of butter and a shaker of Galic salt, salt and pepper. Grabbing a gallon of apple juice was my last item in the grocery section. I also walked through the toy aisle and grabbed a toddler sized teddy bear. Then I shadow walked back to the house. I quickly put the frozen meat and vegetables in the large iron pot and filled it with Tomato soup. A dash of garlic salt and set to simmer. Then I buttered some bread and sprinkled garlic salt on it as well. After setting it on a mettle grating to toast up, I pulled the tag off the teddy bear and handed it to Lucia.

"I'll be right back, brat I have to take the cart back." I told her with a wave of my hand. "When the food's done we'll eat and get to bed ok?" Poor girl seemed to be overwhelmed by everything going on. She was sitting stunned hugging the teddy bear looking unsure about what to do. I just nodded before looking around and realizing that there were no plates, bowls, cups, or silverware. With a put-upon sigh I shadow walked back to the Walmart. I put the cart back in a rack and went to the outdoors section. It took a while to find what I was looking for. Finally, I found what I was looking for. A Coleman camping set. Then I went back to my new home. After setting the box of cutlery down, I picked up a large wooden spoon and stirred the soup, before pulling the Garlic bread from the grating and sitting it on the table to cool off. It didn't take much longer for the soup to be done. Once I was sure the meat was thoroughly cooked, I pulled the pot off the fire and ladled out two bowels before setting them on the table. I poured two cups of apple juice. And signaled Lucia to sit down. I looked at the girl with a soft smile.

"Would you like to say a prayer over the food?" I asked gently. She jolted unexpectedly. "Can I?" She asked unsurely. I smiled easily. "Yes, you can." I told here with a head pat. "To any of the Gods you choose."

She looked at me hopefully, before bowing her head. "Talos, thank you for guiding my path. Thank you for bringing me somewhere I can grow strong and become a true Nord."

This left me unsure about what to do for the young girl. I never really paid attention to what the idea of a true Nord was. But I suppose I was going to have to try and figure it out for this little girl. I wasn't planning on throwing her out and leaving her alone. Granted I had always found it hard not to 'save' all the orphans in the game. I planned on saving all of them. Well, that was something to think about tomorrow. We ate quickly, before setting the dishes in the small water pumped sink.

"Come on Brat let's get some sleep." I said with a small smile. "Tomorrow the real stuff begins.