The carriage bounces and Kyra is jolted awake by the sound of the muffled thumps of fireballs against the wooden sides. She cracks open her eyes squinting in the bright sun to see three more fireballs rush past her over the lip of the carriage's side. An explosion, a massive fireball, impacts the side of the carriage and with a sickening slowness it slowly beings to tip over the edge of the ridge line.
"Whoa—no no no!" She clambers for her pack hooking it with two fingertips. She slaps it against her chest as she braces herself against the sides of the carriage as it tumbles down the side of the mountain.
The carriage bounces on a boulder and throws Kyra into the air, curling herself into a ball she hits another boulder with enough force to knock the air from her lungs. She curses, crying out in pain as she bounces and smacks her head off the side of a rock and everything begins to swim. Tumbling faster, her body going limp she slams into a boulder in the middle of her back with a crack, rolling over it and continuing to twist and tumble she lands against a tree with the sound of several breaking bones.
Kyra makes a soft groaning sound, looking around her, the world was tinted in a deep red from the blood seeping into her eyes. She tries to move but cries out at the pain arcing over every inch of her body.
"Stay down, yes wouldn't want to—to hurt yourself more." She can only barely make out the silhouette of the robed figure the voice originated from.
The figure takes both of her arms and pulls them over her head, another crack of splitting bone and she screams. He begins to drag her into the darkness of a cave or structure. She tries to blink the blood away to see more clearly but fails, she tries to shake her head from side to side but the pain makes her cry out again.
Every bump over the rough ground makes her groan and she feels the darkness closing in around her.
A shock of pain jolts her awake. The figure had dropped her from his shoulder onto a flat surface. The surface was hard and cold, unyielding like a table.
"Please...my pa—pack..." Her mouth was full of blood and it hurt to breathe.
"Potion." She manages. There was the loud clinking of glass bottles as the figure hurries around her. She feels a knife slide through the material of her clothing as he strips her naked. Kyra could hear him rummage through her pack, muttering to himself.
"Potion—oh no no, beyond potions. Ah, amulet. Symbol of- Dragonborn, Doom Driven. I met one like you once, New Sheoth—those were...well. Not in Crucible anymore am I? That Hero left the portal open to Cyrodiil." It was like he didn't hear her.
"What's your name?" She manages, grimacing as she tries to move but her entire body was going numb.
"Earil." He stated simply and dropped something on her chest. It was small and golden. With a jerking motion, it became a tiny golden Dwemer spider and begins crawling towards her face.
"No-wha-what is that?" She tries to jerk away but her body was numb and wouldn't respond.
"Dementia no more am I? Free from choosing sides. The Dragonborn needs time to heal, time always time. Doom Driven, locked in step with time—I make that better." The spider began crawling over her chin as she tried to move and a shimmering ward began to appear over her.
Kyra's eyes begin to glow a bright blue as flames begin to swirl around her.
"No! Earil stop!" The ward takes shape above her forming a shape like the top of the coffin.
"Time- always comes back to time. With you Heroes." Earil mutters as the case begins to slowly lower over her. The spider crawls into her mouth and Kyra tries to scream as it claws its way down her throat.
Her eyes begin to glow a bright white as the case lowers over her onto the table and with a hiss of air, snuffs out the flames that had begun to encircle her body.
Everything goes white.