Chapter 1: A Hero's Arrival
4E, 209, 12th of Last Seed
The young man could only watch from the ground as his father went to face the insane mage. His body, though entirely willing, refused to move. The boy had never seen, nor felt, a paralysis spell quite like this, one that not only incapacitated almost everyone in the chamber, but seemed to also oppress them so long as the caster wished it so. He would be fascinated if it didn't put everyone in danger.
The gold-skinned mage carried out an onslaught on his father, showing an aptitude in destruction magic of which the young man had never dreamed possible... the EYE. That was the reasoning behind the Mer's powerful magics. He was siphoning power from the Eye! Thankfully, his father realized this as well and started directing his attention to the artifact. Using the Staff, his father shot out energy and began to close the seemingly endless well of power known only as the Eye of Magnus.
Unfortunately, as his father was busy dealing with the ancient artifact, the damned elf was pouring electrifying sparks into the defenseless hero. He couldn't stand it, the thought of his father, falling to a mere mage drunk with power! After everything the two had been through, he refused to believe that his father would die at the hand of a mere High Elf! He wouldn't, couldn't STAND FOR THIS!
Using every bit of willpower he had, the boy finally twitched a finger, just the pinky, but it was a start. The one finger turned into two, then his hand followed suit, then on to his arm, his legs, and before he knew it he was standing to his full height, ready to defend the man that had defended him many times before. As the gold-skinned bastard was at the pain he was inflicting on the hero, he decided to use his off hand to reopen the Eye to continue hoarding the power from within. He would use the power to tear the man asunder, then bring the artifact back to his order. He could practically see himself, leading the Dominion with an iron fist, decimating all who stood in their way!
Then he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. A sort of... crackle... against his back. He turned and saw the pathetic boy, casting such a novice spell against an all-powerful being as himself. It was so incredibly annoying, if not a tad amusing. Sparks was a spell fitting for the poor child, simple and tragically ineffective. He only laughed as the boy still poured the harmless spell into his back in vain, turning back to the literal bane of his orders existence. As the golden bastard turned back to his father, the boy had an idea. Simple as it may be, he had to try.
Using his left hand, the boy willed the Staff of Magnus, still on the hands of his suffering father, towards himself. As the Staff shot past the mad wizard, the boy immediately grabbed a hold of it and poured the ancient magic into the Eye, attempting to close the artifact as he still shot the destructive, yet simple, Sparks spell at the bastard.
The power, the pure unfiltered power! He could feel it waning! Such a simple plan the flea of a boy conducted, and it was working!
"You DARE, you stupid little BOY!?", the mage said, unbridled fury coating his words. He could feel it now, the stinging of the novice spell against his person. It was having an effect... no... it was killing him! Quickly, the evil mage fired back with the same spell, shooting the torrent forth with his left hand as he attempted to open the Eye with his right. He would kill the supposed hero of this land, only after he slit the child's throat in front of his very eyes!
The young man took a step forward as he pressed on with his attack. The golden shit did the same. The boy took another step. One more for the elf. Neither could feel the fluctuating disturbances coming from the Eye, to engrossed with the thought of killing one another. As they tool one final step toward each other, the dam finally burst and a final wave of unstable power consumed the two, blinding the man that was still on the ground.
The man could only look in horror at the blackened ground his son was previously at. His only child... He forced himself up, much like his son had done to protect him, and walked towards the burned ground. This couldn't be it... his child can't be... the man fell to his knees and touched the scorch marks, not caring that his skin sizzled as it came into contact. He couldn't care less...
As his eyes were fixed on the dark spot under him, his eyesight started to become blurry. Was he going blind? He felt hot streaks fall down his cheeks. Oh... tears... he was crying... his son... his SON!
SoaT
The man let loose a blood-curtling scream, mourning the loss of the one he swore to protect with his life.
He had failed.The boy's eyes shot open, sucking in the air he didnt know was missing from his lungs... he had died... no... no, he didnt die...
He heard a raspy cough, and turned his head to the one being he could say he hated. Huh, it seems that the golden bastard lived as well.
"You... you stupid little bastard...", the elf said, sounding more than a bit strained,"It was all right there... power... beyond my wildest dreams..."
The boy rolled onto his stomach to push himself up. He was exhausted, hungry, and every inch of his body screamed in pain as he stood to his feet. He then made his way to the broken wizard.
"You lost Ancano... you... LOST!", the boy yelled, hate in his eyes as he looked down at the twisted body of his enemy, "How does it feel? Knowing that you lost to a 'stupid little boy'? Knowing that you're about to die?"
"...where do you suppose we are, boy?", Ancano asked, looking around at the dark forest they ended up in,"I... we were at the college, were we not? Strange... I can't feel anything..."
The boy was furious, this son of a whore.. was he trying to ignore him?
"I'm talking to you, dammit!", the boy yelled as he kicked the elf. As he looked at his body, he saw the extent of the damage done to Ancano. Twisted was, in fact, the right word to use. The limbs of the elf were bent in disgusting ways, his waist twisted the completely opposite way... the boy would have thrown up if he had anything in his stomach.
"These stars... they aren't those that you see from Nirn... Did you know boy? When I was your age, I loved to watch the stars!", the older mage said, his eyes looking a million miles away,"These ones are still a wonder to behold... That other Altmer... Nirya, was it? I think she's sweet on me! Maybe it's time I settled down, don't you think?"
The boy looked down at the elf, not with hate anymore, but with pity. His mind was fading. He wasn't long for this world. Without a word, the boy reached for the simple steel sword strapped on his belt holding it in his right hand as he continued to look at the quickly fading mage.
"...where is my mother? I have seen her in so long!", the Altmer wizard asked no one in particular,"Mom! Mommy?! Where have you gone?! I'm so scared!"
Ancano continued calling out to somebody that would never answer, tears in his eyes and his bottom lip quivering.
"I'm so afraid mommy! I-I need help! Oh gods above, it HURTS! OW, MOMMY IM HURTING, PLEASE, HELP ME, SOMEBODY! I-I CANT STAND THE PAIN, IT HURTSSOOMUCH! PLEASEMOMMYHEL-", the elf became silent as his head was separated from his shoulders, the light that once filled his eyes faded, leaving nothing behind in the orbs. The boy let out a sigh as he sheathed his blade, ashamed in himself that he showed this evil man some bit of mercy. But he... he couldn't leve him like that...
The young man looked down to his Bosmer chest plate, the armour was definitely broken. He would need to find a forge to repair the... he was crying... and he couldn't stop... even as he walked through the dark forest which no doubt held wild animals and dangerous creatures, he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face.
His silent crying turned into loud sobbing, the tears stung his cheeks as they fell. He continued to walk until he saw a break in the treeline, hoping to see some sort of landmark he recognized.
Imagine his surprise when he saw a castle, more grand than anything else he'd ever seen in his life. One that told him that he was not in Skyrim anymore. He'll, from what Ancano said, he may not even be on Nirn anymore...
SoaT
Okay, authors note time. So YES, I understand that I should've put this in the HP/Elder Scrolls crossover section! And YES, I may be stupid for not doing so! As for why I didn't... I don't really know. Anywho, if you enjoyed it, write a review, or if you didn't, complain, offer suggestions, ask questions, all that good biz! Catch you in a little while!
