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The Familar of... (No Narrator, I'm Not A Wolf. Better Title Please)

The Sage King of... (That's The Best You Can Do?)

Zero's Shattered Sage... (Almost... needs some more umph to it)

Zero and The Shattered Sage... (Its catchy and it doesn't mess up the title's presentation... I love it!)

By Tanimer Dragonsblood (Wait what)

Prologue

A Day In The Life Of... (Don't Even Name The Prologue. It Hurts Watching This.)

Okay let's start from the top. My name is Tanimer Dragonsblood. I don't know who came up with such a surname, but it's the only name I've got. Okay that's not entirely accurate. I go by many names, but that's my original name. At least who I was. That's all I remember.

I don't know many of the details, but apparently I'm a fragment of who I was before, just a piece of the original being. A shard. Apparently I was basically a God on Nirn, except that even the most powerful of Gods didn't mess with me. Like I said I don't remember too much.

I remember feeling despair for a life with no meaning, but that's all. How I came to be is a mystery. I may be the main fragment's memory, or maybe just a piece that'll get sucked back in one day. But I'm here now. For convenience sake, I go by Tanimer Shardent. Please don't make fun of me. The cringe surname of "Dragonsblood" was bad enough.

Anyway you're not here for that. All I know is that I'm a living piece a forgotten God. Basically broken. Have I mentioned that my only specialty is magic? If I had to guess, I'm the part of him that took all his Magicka. Maybe not all, because I assume he was much more powerful than me, but magic is literally my only specialty.

Yeah makes me wonder if there are others like me who remember almost nothing, and wonder why they can't use magic at all. Okay I'm not gonna lie and say I've never picked up a sword, or a battle-axe, or a bow. I've worn heavy armor and light armor and even tried out the shield. Do I regret those days? Totally. But they happened.

I could get into the story of how I woke up and how I ended up where I am today, but do you really have the time to listen to me explain the last century or two of my life? Oh you do. I mean I would, but I'm not up for the task, it's a lot of stuff, but I promise to explain it little by little.

Anyway you know my name. Physically I'm 19. This hasn't changed. Technically. Maybe it's because I'm a piece of a God or maybe it's the Dragonblood in me (cringe), but I am who I am. From what I know I'm part Altmer and Nord. An unlikely combination in the past, but pretty common now.

As of now I'm the Arch Mage for the College of Winterhold, headquarters to the Tamriel Association of Magical Research. I can proudly say Winterhold has flourished thanks to me and is the HQ for Magical Research for a reason. But it's too soon to go into that. I'll say that right now I'm laying down in the bed at the top of the highest building on campus. I know what you're thinking. It's not the Arch Mages Quarters. That old building is used by the Dean of new students.

Did you really think that everything would stay the same after a long period of time? Even if my world and powers work on a somewhat flawed "game-logic," that doesn't mean I submit to its will. Anyway, we are not gonna talk about my rebellion against the current system of the world. Wait, did you think I was weak because I'm just a fragment of who I was? Maybe if we started the journey from the beginning, yeah. Now, well, I guess you'll see.

So I'm laying on my bed butt-naked. Why you may ask? I'm bored out of my mind. It kinda brings me back to that very old memory of a huge, red haired god sitting on a cloud palace playing with clouds, trying to stay awake. I don't know. He was freaking god-like. I guess having floating palaces and playing with clouds is normal for them. Btw my search for said palace have been fruitless. Maybe I am in another dimension from the first world.

Okay so that doesn't explain why I'm butt-naked right? Have you not been listening to anything that I've been saying this whole time? Rebelling against the system ring a bell? In any case I don't get too often to just relax and sprawl out on my bed butt-naked. Especially my bed. I do work you know.

I don't go out like I did long ago to fight everything that approached me, whether it be dov, giant, daedra, or just an unlucky bandit. I mean after a few years of that, crime rates drop, and even the powerful beings seek for an end to their hopeless struggle. I'll explain this peace another day. Sorry for not saying much. Gotta keep you entertained somehow.

The work I do is mostly college related stuff: paperwork, researching, enchanting, brewing, testing out new spells, testing new students and approving the advancing of current students. I mean I have support of course, but I stay busy. Not exactly a stressful life, but it does get monotonous. I like it, but every once in awhile I just get bored out of my mind. Not literally though; actually doing so hurts like hell. Anyway you can't believe the surprise on my face at seeing a strange portal appear in front of me.

Wait, what? I mean, there's a reason you're reading this you know. Stick with the program. You're worst than my students. Okay so I know it's a portal because I can feel the magical energy emitting from it. My specialty is magic. Don't question how I can sense the obvious please.

The thing that surprises me is that it's not made out of magicka. I sense properties of magicka in it, but it's something closer to my shouts, something more natural and personal to a person. Magicka is close to a person's soul, but still separate enough that it can be worked on and improved easily. A weak person can increase their magicka and get strong with enough determination "cough damned logic cough". But this was different.

So of course I'm gonna get up and go to it. It's color is green, and is so thin on its side that it's almost invisible, and it's surface is a still as a lakes' on a full moon. Okay yes I had my time as a bard too. Okay you can judge me for that one, I regret those days too. By the way, did I mention that my body feels a slight tugging from it, like it's drawing me in. This is quiet a strange discovery indeed.

Preparing my spell, I pour pure magicka into it, to examine it of course, but I really can't tell what it is. I have a vague idea of something similar to a conjuration spell, but a bit more complex. Maybe. Complex in some places, plainly simple in orders. And whatever is acting as substituting for the magicka is keeping me from fully analyzing it.

"Well, I guess there's only one way to know for sure. All for the name of magic of course."

I'm not gonna hide the smile on my face from you guys. You can probably see it straight through my BS words. I've been dealing with the same material for a long time, and suddenly something new and strange pops up. How else am I supposed to feel? Scared? Hell no. I'm curious, but more than that, excited! I haven't felt like this in ages! In any case I have a feeling that it might be awhile until I can come back to this room so I might as well start with the preparations. Told you I rarely get to lay down here.

Changing into my regular attire, which consist of my, wait why should I tell you! I'm wearing clothes okay. Think black, silky fabric. Not too fancy, but expensive enough to be very comfortable. Loose but not saggy, with many pockets. Now add boots, gloves, rings, other jewelry, etc. Are you really gonna make me explain? We don't have time for this! What are we gonna do if that portal disappears!

So I went to my secretary and asked her to begin the long term procedures.

"Now this is a surprise. I never thought the great Tanimer would embark on another adventure. So where are you heading to know? This is the first time you've asked me to begin the long term procedures. I heard the last time you did that was back when-"

"Yes I know. And that's what it is. I'm about to embark on discovering something new and radical. I don't know when I may come back. If I do at all. I should one day, but you may not be here. In any case I thank you for your service. You can rest assured that the contract remains and your family will be well taken care of. I have curses placed, so even if I'm not here, they'll activate if the required actions aren't taken. Also live your life how you please now. You will continue to be paid your sum regardless of whether you stay here or leave. I just need to access my other belongings to lock them up. My personal areas, all of them in Tamriel will also be sealed. Spread word that they should be avoided at all cost. That is my last order for you."

"Of course my Lord, I will do as you say of course."

"Good to hear. I'll miss you Dani. You're a good girl, and my blessed protection is on you. You've done me a good service these past years. Go on. Live a good life now."

"You're generosity is as kind as ever. My family will always owe you this gratitude, and I pray the gods will allow them not to forget that when you return."

"Don't rely too much on the gods. We also have power of own."

With that I dismissed my kind secretary, and went through the door behind her. I have a specific chest prepared for this kind of situation. Not the first time of course. The situation I mean. This phenomenon is definitely a first. You can tell how much anticipation I have, right? Some of the stuff in this chest I can't make easily anymore. It's older stuff, but stuff back when I fully focused on enchanting and whatnot.

Placing my current attire in my "returning" chest, I don a outfit similar to my prior one. Did you think I'd wear my regular clothes to a new place? Amateur. Although they are similar, the only difference being the long cape, the leather-like feel to the outfit, and the black metal mask on my face that covered my nose and mouth, their powers differed greatly. Don't you dare make any references. I have my reason. Anyway I don't wear them as they are my greatest masterpieces that are still clothes. Plus I'm afraid of selling them. I'm not greedy, but I do go weak-kneed at the thought of how much gold I can make off of them...

Anyway! I changed, got all my traveling belongings that I will not tell you about, and went to the center of the room. No you can't know! Haven't you every heard of plot devices? Geez! Okay so I begin pouring my magicka into a strange ball in the center of the room, and it begins to rotate. This activates all the seals around my safe/personal areas. Finishing by putting a timed seal on this room and mine, I closed the door and ran back to my room which was 9 feet away. Okay I'm shaking with excitement and I'm hoping the portal is still there. So yes I ran.

Oh its not there... wait what.

I'm knew that if I left it for too long it would disappear! Ugh it was so careless of me! I couldn't cast a spell to maintain its current state due to the strange system of magic, but I should've been quicker. Now I lost my chance and and wasted all this time and effort for nothing. Finding good secretaries take time you know you stupid world system.

Just as I was prepared to begin my war on the world, I sensed a spike in magic near me, and turned around. Oh yeah, there it was. That strange and mystical beauty. Just calling my name. Tanimer. Just making sure you didn't forget. I mean it's kinda important to remember that. Yes here's my second chance, must not let it get away. Feeling the seal in my room fully close, I rub my hands together with anticipation and jump straight though into the portal.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting, but it didn't feel anything like I thought it would. The portals I've made are usually very unstable, as space does not like being messed with. And no I'm not talking about fast travel. That's on another level.

They are stable enough to work, but the ride is always jolting, and it leave most people nauseous, sick, or possibly dead. If they weren't already that is. Yeah draugr can go through it just as easily as anybody else. Okay I shouldn't have made a portal straight into the heart of Solitude from a draugr ruin. I forget most people don't see draugr on a daily basis. No I don't fight them like before, I research them.

Anyway, the strange thing about this portal was that I slid right into it. My portals usually offer a type of resistance, seeing as space does not appreciate me treating it like puddy, but it truly is a strange feeling to just fall in. And then the journey is usually a nauseas experience, where randoms things fly at you as you're twirling around, flailing your arms as you have no sense of direction or balance.

I've actually worked on a suit of sorts that might make it more easier to pass through my portals, but I couldn't do many test as most people are only up for one trip. After that they bluntly refuse. And thralls just don't have the same build as regular people.

So yes this strange peaceful feeling of slowly falling was a new experience for me. To be able to bend space, and possibly time, to your whim is a feat I never thought possible. I can control space, I can control time, but it's all to an extent. An extent they begrudgingly give me. I can control it, but I cannot make it bend to my will. That shout doesn't work on it.

Maybe my past self could've, but space and time always put up a major fight when I try to mess with them. If I could mess with them more easily, my life might've turned out a bit differently. Huh, that's weird. I'm having a strange feeling, like a memory, but I can't quite grasp it.

Before I could focus on it anymore, suddenly I felt the area around me shift faster, and in the blink of an eye, my knees hit solid ground. What a sensation! Even the landing was basically soft as a feather. Compared to my portals, this experience is more comforting than a romantic boat ride under Solitude.

There is quite a bit of dust around me, which is a bit strange, as I didn't land that hard, but based on the magic essence in it, it was stirred up by a spell, so possibly the one bringing me here. Wait... why were they trying to bring me here? Should I have taken that into account before jumping?

Okay I just realized that I never tested if anyone else could see the portal or interact with it. I mean I'm not afraid of what's on the other side of course. I can take down most anything or anybody with ease, except the occasional lucky archer or restoration mage, but even then it's only a minor setback, not a danger.

It's actually funny. My past self would've waited and researched the portal before going through. My current self was too bored with common life and need a bit of an adventure. Maybe a journey filled with a few battles and a decent story line. Sorry too much info.

It is intriguing though as to why it was directed towards me. I didn't sense any malicious magic from it, even after cross-checking it multiple times, but why me. I didn't analyze it using my magic as I couldn't understand it, but my eyes did check it.

Wait never mind. Of course it's me. I'm the destined hero, the Dragonborn of old, destined to always be the center of attention in any problem even if it doesn't concern me at all. Wonder why I forgot that. Guess it has been awhile since I last went adventuring. Bringing my home to the peak of magical superiority takes a while you know. They should be good though. My secretary should've also delivered the note explaining how the college should be run in my absence. They better not blow it up again.

While contemplating, I notice that the area around is clearing up. Focusing more on my surroundings now instead of my thoughts, I can now more clearly hear coughing, probably from the dust, the voices male and female, sounding irritated, likely for the same reason.

I say likely because I can't actually understand what they are saying. Yeah seems to be a different language. I guess I'm not in Tamriel anymore. At least I don't think so. I sense more of that strange magical energy in stronger abundance here, and I don't feel any of the one I'm familiar with besides what's radiating from me.

Standing up cautiously, remembering not to blow the dust away as I am unfamiliar with this land, I take note of my surroundings. With the dust mostly gone, I see a beautiful green landscape before me. Huge blue mountains are in the background, and in the distance I see a huge stone structure emitting such a powerful force of magic that I could feel it from here. Similar to my college's wards.

Directly near me seems to be a group of what looks like students, based on their similar clothing, probably uniforms, although they do look a bit strange for magical students. They looked rather lavish and of high quality, not to mention the skirts that revealed the bare, or stockinged, legs of many of the female students. The air felt warmer, almost like the temperature in Cyrodiil, so definitely not Skyrim.

Closest to me I see a lone student with flowing pink hair wearing an absolutely shocked face as she gazed on me. Wait, even the teacher, who thankfully is wearing proper robes and is even sporting a fine balding head of hair, looked surprised at the sight of me. Wait, so did the rest of the other students. What the hell, were they not even expecting me? What the heck is this?

I notice the students start talking amongst themselves, while some of them pointed fingers at the girl closest to me. If I didn't know better, I would say they were mocking her, and based on the girl's red cheeks and loud outburst, it's something she deals with often.

I'm not a fan of bullying, and as the head of the college it's not something I see often, but every once in awhile you always have that one class. I usually stamp it out quickly as everyone has the potential to get stronger and should not be put down because they had less of an opportunity in their upbringing than say a High Elf or Brenton. So seeing, even if not actually understanding, the interaction rubbed me the wrong way.

The teacher spoke to the class and then to the pink haired student, although the students seemed to get more riled up by his words, and the girl grew redder as she spoke to him, apparently complaining about something. Okay I'm sure we are getting tired of not understanding what is going on, am I right? Now, do you really think I'm gonna wait until this place allows an opportunity for me to understand the language? If you said yes, I would tell you to leave my presence, but that won't make you listen to me anyway. Okay there are cookies over there. So leave. Meh, I tried.

No, I am the master wizard Tanimer. You think this is my first time in a situation like this? Of course not! I have a spell for most any situation or dilemma. Language is but a minor setback. I just gotta find the right spell. Let's see...mind transfer? No. Mind siphon? Yeah, definitely no. Mind copy? A bit personal, but choosing the right person might give me some benefits, plus the language will automatically be imported into my head. As well as anything else they have experience.

Good thing students at their age shouldn't have too many memories. A full adult like their teacher would take me a few minutes to process the thoughts. With such short memories, I can choose what I want in a matter of seconds, and dump the rest. Yeah I don't want to know their deepest darkest secrets. Just the language, and maybe a bit of history of where I am.

I might be stuck with a few of their personal memories, hence why I'm not too fond of this method, but my choices are limited. What would you do in this situation, just wait? Wait, you would? Lame. Anyway, I need to choose someone smart, young, and possibly reserved. I don't need anymore female memories of "that." Yeah tough times.

Looking around, I scan for a student who might look a cut, cut not cute, above the rest of these students. Remember, I am a teacher also so I spot this young, talented individual in a second. It seems she is reading a book, a short and slim blue haired girl wearing glasses, holding a staff the size of her body. Next to her seems to be...a dragon?

A blue dragon, but shaped differently. And smaller. I'll have to look into this matter later. They might be a subspecies of the kind I know, or maybe even a whole new species of dragons. How fascinating. And she doesn't seem to have the power of the dragon language within her. Yeah I can tell she's a girl. I've never seen a female dragon, but I can tell the difference. Not in the way you're thinking perv.

And so putting my hands together, I cast the silent and invisible spell mind copy. Mind you it's silent and invisible not because the spell is, but because of my high illusion. Gotta love them perks. Instead of shooting it out as a visible orb, I release it outwards and control the destination with my mind.

Magic has come a long way fool. It's not the same as you guys remember it. Anyway the orb reaches its target, latches on, copies the memories, and returns to me. Strange, she looked in its direction, but seemed not to understand what happened. So she sensitive to the magic around her. Interesting. Truly a talent.

Anyway, to help with focusing the finer details within the spell, I sit down and let the spell latch onto my mind. Instantly I start sorting through the necessary information, discarding personal attachments like thoughts, emotions, or childhood stuff. I've done this before, and I focus more on when she first learned the language, lessons she took to improve her vocabulary, and then studies she took into learning about the world and culture of the place I am in now.

Wow she has read and studied a lot. So the book she is reading right now is apparently a very advanced method of magic in this world. I mean the principle seems kinda simple to what I've theorized, but still definitely above average for most of my staff. I'll save some of this book knowledge for later.

Okay so I'm literally on another continent, probably world, possibly dimension. It was exactly what I hoped for. I also have a better understanding of how their magic works and why it feels so weird to me. You want me to explain it to you. I would, but I don't have the time or the patience to help you understand.

So what if I'm a teacher! That doesn't mean I'm passionate about teaching or anything. I just have a large supply of knowledge. All I'll say for now is that our magic originates from different sources, causing the difference in how they can be used and what they can do. Theirs have more versatility, but is limited in an unimaginable way. I'll tell you later more about it later if you put me in a good mood; the pink-head is walking up to me.

"You! What is your name!"

I stand up slowly while eyeing her intriguingly. "I'm not sure about these lands, but where I'm from it's rude to ask for one's name without giving your own. Nonetheless I go by the name of Tanimer. Surname not necessary right now.

She gets a confused look on her face, one tinged with indignation and despair. "These lands? What are you talking about commoner? It's bad enough I have to make you my familiar, but I gotta have one that back talks me? Mr. Colbert this has to be a mistake, I'm sure if I can try again, I can-"

"Ms. Vallière, this will be my last time explaining this. Regardless of who you are, the Summoning ritual is sacred, and even if this is a bit unprecedented, that man you summoned is who you summoned to be your familiar." The man named Colbert gave a sigh as he rubbed his brow in exasperation.

Okay now I was a bit stumped. "Wait, what do you mean by familiar?"

Wait, I can just search through the Charlotte Chronicles. Okay she goes by Tabitha here, but whatever. The first one sounds more catchy than the Tabitha Chronicles. Maybe. Okay whatever we'll just call the the chronicles.

So familiars are beings that mages summon as lifelong partners, like her wind dragon, who are connected to the master through a contract, which is like a seal. Wait, so I was brought here for that. And this spell brings familiars that are compatible with their masters magic and their strength. Who in the hell is this girl? I'm obviously stronger than her, but apparently I'm the being most suited to her strength and magical attribute? Now this is a shocker. All of this is so new and strange I'm basically shaking with excitement!

"What rock did you crawl out of? Even commoners should know what a familiar is. Ugh this is just my luck!" I didn't crawl out from under a rock. Just another world. Or dimension. No big deal.

"Wow! That's just like you Louise the Zero! Summoning a commoner who doesn't know anything! That's so perfect for you!" Now that girl has a rack. And a beautiful head of fiery red hair, like myself. Not that you guys or anyone else can see it.

"I'm glad to see that this is your magnificent familiar who is gonna completely overshadow mine! You totally outmatched me and my Salamander!" She seems to be comparing me to that lizard. I wonder what alchemical ingredients I would be able to extract from that "Salamander."

"Shut up! This is just a minor setback. People can have weak familiars and still get strong! Look at professor Osmond!" Wait, she's not talking about me is she.

"Keep telling yourself that Zero!"

"That is enough! Continue with the ritual Ms. Vallière." He looks a bit tired from all of this arguing. Wow a teacher who allows bullying and teasing. Maybe it's normal here. He'd be out of my school in matter of seconds. He does look smart though, so possibly he'd stay as a researcher.

"My apologies sir, of course." She said this while looking dejected and very red in the face. I hope she's okay. Either she's very sick or very embarrassed.

Thanks for telling me the answer. I mean I found out on my own, but I guess it's good that I didn't have to rely on any of you. I guess with my clothes that look cheap, at least by their standards, I'm not flamboyant anyway, I do look like a magic-less peasant.

Yeah get this, magic isn't something anybody can learn here. It's a hereditary trait that only nobles have, and so some of them barely have to work for their strength. There is work, but that's just a bullshit system. And yes I can say this. Mostly. Their superiority complex is almost as bad as how the Thalmer once were.

She stood in front of my sitting self, looking down on me. Barely though. She's not that tall actually. I'm not as tall as my past self, who was around 7 feet, the damn giant. No I'm around 6'3. If I use aging magic by a few years, I grow a few inches, but I'm fine being 19 with this current height. My build is muscular and slim, as opposed to adult thick muscles.

I'm a mage but I've still done a lot of physical work, like running and carrying heavy stuff. I don't have a toned body just because I'm the main character and am blessed with a perfect body. Okay I might be a bit blessed due to my origins, but give me a break! I've done some work for what I've got!

Moving on, the girl named Louise took her slim wand out and pointed it at me. The top began to glow as she began an incantation. Honestly I haven't done any incantations in years since I no longer have to do them for powerful spells, but to be chanting incantations at that age is impressive.

Wait nvm, here all spells are done through incantation. Thanks Chronicles. That actually kinda sucks. I cannot imagine having to chant an entire incantation while attempting to avoid getting eaten by a dragon. Back in the old days of course. Dovs know better now. Still that sucks.

Okay I got off topic. She started an incantation, something about some Brimir guy, I guess that's their God. Okay Brimir is the equivalent of Talos. I'll look more into that lore later. She finishes and points the tip of her glowing wand at me. Okay so you summon a beast from somewhere, do a spell on them, and that's that right? I think I'm missing something. Oh yeah... I'm not a beast duh.

"Take off your mask." Wait what? Oh! I think she has to kiss me. Yeah, I recall that. It's one of those related memories that weren't that important. So a kiss on the cheek. Yeah that's fine since it's part of the process. I guess I don't mind being a familiar. Would be interesting. More interesting than waking up on a cart heading to an execution. So cliche.

Anyway so I took off my mask. Left my hood on though. Okay I'll tell you one of the enchantments on it. With my hood up my face is still shrouded, more so when the mask that's a part of it is not worn. The enchantments are connected okay. Do you really think I want to sit here and explain every single enchantment I have on my apparel? That's an unnecessary waste of time, I'm not sure if you can see but I'm a bit busy he-

Well shit. She just kissed me. I was prepared for that. What I was not prepared for was to feel those soft lips press against my own. Did I ever mention that one of the side affects of my age is still actually feeling my age? I'm not some cold, heartless being!

I didn't mention it before as I'm still lost in my musings, but she's a cute girl. I'm not blind. True as the Arch Mage I haven't done anything in awhile, but that doesn't mean I don't feel emotion. I've been in love before. I think. I'm starting to get a headache so let's not think about that.

Anyway being quite throughly surprised, I leaned into the kiss, although the surprised sound that came from her throat was quite cute. Btw this is legal. Her magical aura is about 16 years old. Yes I can read that too. Magic has time infused in it too.

Anyway, if I really wanted to I could make myself her age. Age is just a number to a being like me. No I'm not a pedophile. I still have my morality bastards. So she stood back up with a really red face and wiped her lips. Okay damn that kinda stings, you kissed me. You could've just kissed my cheek you know.

"So why did you kiss my lips instead of my cheek."

She blushed redder as her classmates started sneering at her and teasing her. "I couldn't find them under your shady hood!" I was about to laugh when my hand started to burn. My left hand. Wait what? For some reason it was glowing through my gloves.

I unequipped my gloves and rings on that hand. Yeah, I see it glowing and it seems that some strange runes are being inscribed on it. I really should've looked more into the Chronicles about this. Okay, hmm, okay, yes that makes sense, okay got it. Now to check it out myself.

Putting my hand over it, I poured pure magicka into the rune. It looked like it was about to break so I stopped doing that and instead maneuvered the magicka I poured into it to begin examining the finer details inside this rune and what power it had.

Think about it like this. A rune is a very fine projection of magic with many details, which are like crevices filled with magicka. The more complex the rune, the deeper these crevices are, and then these crevices can have their crevices and so forth. I can completely fill this powerful rune with just a bit of my magicka, but right now its almost overflowing, about to burst from the seems.

I have to make it equal by pouring the current magicka inside the rune into those crevices little by little to discover it's secrets. Damn it, you made me explain all this while I should be focusing. Sure I can do this while asleep basically, but I prefer sleeping than to talking with you. Hurts doesn't it. Feel the sting.

So I know that this rune is a contract between the master and the familiar, but it's a bit different than the one Tabitha used on her dragon from what I see. Maybe because I'm a human. After analyzing the rune, I maneuvered my magicka to change a few things so that the any possibly negative side-affects from the rune were removed, such as anything that would affect my mind or my thoughts.

Seems to have an interesting power. In my active affects, I see "The Left Hand of God." And in the powers I see Gandálfr. Very strange. No I won't explain how I manipulated the rune to better suit me. Fine wanna know how? I'm an Arch Mage. End of discussion. You've milked me enough today.

"Those runes...how very strange. Is it okay for me to see them?" This came from the teacher Colbert. I don't really mind. He gives off the vibe of an intellectual so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. So I stand up, show him my rune, and he starts mulling to himself as he copies the rune.

See? I know my kind. I might have to get into his head next time I can use that spell. It'll take me awhile to sift through his information, but knowledge is power in any world. Yes there is a limit on how often I can use any of the "Mind" spells. Even my mind can only handle so much.

"Thank you again. I will have to look into this. Good job Ms. Vallière with your summoning. Seems you have contracted a very interesting familiar." She turns red, but probably from embarrassment. I don't blame you too much; one wouldn't know my power just by looking at me. It's like that for a reason.

"As for the rest of you, I also congratulate you all on successfully contracting a familiar and becoming official second year students. Tomorrow is a free day for everyone who has succeeded to bond with familiar. Enjoy the time and keep working hard." With that he raised his staff and floated off into the distance. Wait. The other students began to do the same thing, taking their familiars with them. Wait what.

It took me years to master levitation to the point that I could use it on myself. But mere teenage students are doing so with ease. Its basically impossible because the magicka drain is truly unbelievable. If not for my high magicka and high regeneration rate, it'd be impossible for me.

Ugh Tanimer. Other world. Different spells. Different logic. Using wands means they can use less magicka for spells, so even the weaker nobles can appear strong. They conduct their natural magic through wands and staffs, and certain wands and staffs conduct this magic easier or in higher volumes. So a spell like levitation is like a novice spell for them. Okay now I'm getting jealous. I mean I'm certainly way better than them now, but nowhere near their level at their age.

Sighing disparagingly, I looked toward Louise, expecting her to be floating also. But she wasn't. Wait what?

"Aren't you going to levitate too? With your huge magical source it should be easy?" Wow her face gets red really quickly.

"Don't patronize familiar. I merely choose to walk so that a dog like you doesn't get lost!" And she storms off.

A dog huh? That's a new one. Strange, I didn't sense malice of arrogance from her tone. More like weariness and depression. I know her magic is high, she has more magic in her than all of her classmates combined. So why is it that she can't levitate.

It's because she can't that she's like that. They called her Zero and made fun of her even though she should be the strongest. Something isn't right here. It's not just the weak bullying the strong. She doesn't act like she knows she's strong. She acts like she thinks she's weak. I'll have to look more into this later.

Okay, is this a good stopping point? No? Yeah, I think so too. Glad we're on the same page. So putting my mask back on, I look towards the mountains far off in the distance, thoughts of new and mysterious things making my heart pound.

And then I faced toward the cute, pink-haired girl storming off towards the school in the distance. So this is why I felt so bored today. I had a feeling something was gonna happen today and I couldn't wait.

A new adventure for Tanimer, not the Arch Mage, not the Dragonborn, not the Sage King or the Conquerer of Tamriel. Just Tanimer. I'll explain my various titles one day. we should have enough time later.

I don't know why, but as I followed suit, that thought gave me the most happiness of all. Just Tanimer.

(A/N) Yay I can talk! How is it? I'm trying to stick to a first person story so I can enjoy it more and make the flow more natural. Just to let you guys know I'm doing this off experience. My current Skyrim life is a character where I only improve his magicka. Crazy right? Not easy.

I won't say how our main character will deal with all these issues, but I hope you can enjoy yourselves too. He sure will. For now this is a trial run to see if I can have enough fun to stick with it, so I don't have a schedule for it. And if you have any ideas or suggestions let me know. I might use some of them, I might not, but they will all be greatly appreciated.

I'm curious how many words 9 pages are worth lol. I'd love to hear your thoughts guys; I hope nothing too rough. This is a new profile, but not my first time on FF. Treat me well and I hope you enjoy! Until next time!

~Possibly a Tanimer Fragment