I immediately sit up in bed in a cold sweat gasping for breath. I look around and see that I am still at home in my room. I lay back down saying, "Thank the gods it was just a nightmare."
"Actually, Ashlynn," Sheogorath says in a condescending tone, "you just experienced one of the more powerful things I can do."
"What? You mean to tell me that happened?" I begin to panic. "I actually died? I'm dead?! No! It hasn't been two years yet! I can't be dead!"
"Silence!" Sheogorath voice echoes. "You have died, but now you live again. Think of yourself like that one boy from that one show on Earth. Damn! I cannot recall the specifics! He dies over and over and over again, but then he wakes up back in his bed."
I shake my head in dismay, "You turned me into another fucking Kenny!"
"Dean! His name was Dean!" Sheogorath shouts excitedly. "But I guess Kenny is more correct, since it is the next day and not the same one." Dean? Now I'm confused. "Yes, Dean. He keeps dying and later in the episode it's revealed that the Trickster did it."
I groan in disbelief. I just experienced a gruesome death and all Sheogorath can talk about is Supernatural. I sigh and decide to make the most of my new chance at life. I get out of bed and change into the leather outfit on the mannequin in the other room.
"Oh, I thought you'd never put that armor on," Sheogorath says curiously. "What's the occasion?"
"Where did you place me right before I died?" I ask.
"Is that determination I sense in you?" Sheogorath says. "I like it. It fits you." He then tells me, "Markarth. Are you heading that way?"
"I am," I answer as I grab my bag and head for the front door. "I think I'm ready to leave the city."
"You haven't listened to your music in a while," Sheogorath states. "Why not pull your MP3 player out and listen to some of your tunes? It may make your journey a little easier." I shrug. He's right. It has been awhile and music can make it better. I put the earbuds in and the music begins to play...
"Once I rose above the noise and confusion. Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion. I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high. Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man. Though my mind could think, I still was a madman. I hear those voices when I'm dreaming. I can hear them say..."