Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

Written by Holly Mitchell (SPARTAN-G122, formally known as Zhar The Mad)

Co-written by Bruce Mitchell

Chapter 8: The Fall of the Snow Prince

NOTE: I'm not 100% on these quotes from the book, Bruce read them to me impatiently. So I'm sorry if they're incorrect. ALSO, I wrote these next chapters a while back but I want to hurry up to finish this story (Since it's been over five months since I've updated) so I tried to make it rowk together. If it sucks, then my bad.

Reign turned around on the bed, restless after the whole ordeal with Martin and saving what was left of Kvatch. She felt horrible for the poor, defenseless citizens whose homes had been burned and family slain. She couldn't shake the feeling of how horrible it would be to have everything taken from you. Under her breath, she cursed the Daedra and everything they stood for. Wishing she could put an end to the carnage herself, though she knew she'd never be able to complete such a feat. She sighed, knowing that getting so worked up wouldn't do her any good. The Sanctuary was quiet and completely empty all except for Ocheeva and Vincente. Everyone else must've been out completing contracts so she had no one to talk to, to help calm her down. She sat up and stretched, deciding to read; she laid down on her side and flipped a book open.

"From whence he came, we did not know." She read aloud to herself "But into the battle he rode on a brilliant stead of palled white. Elf we called him, for elf he was. Yet unlike any other of his kind, we had ever seen before that day. His spear and armor bore the radiant and terrible glow of unknown magicka."

"And so adorned," a voice spoke along with her as she read, she paused but saw no one "this known rider seemed more wight than warrior. What troubled, nay what frightened us most at that moment was the call that rose from the Elven ranks. It was not fear, not wonder…But an unabashed and unbridled joy. -The kind of felicity felt by a damned man who has been granted a second chance at life. For that time the elves were as damned and near death as ever they had been during the great skirmishes of Solstheim. The battle of the moesrong was to be the final stand between man and elf on our fare island." Reign's eyelids drifted shut.

"The show prince is come. Doom is at hand. Finna, daughter of Jofrior, a last of only twelve years and squire to her mother. She watched as the snow prince cut down her only parents. In her rage and sorrow, Finna picked up Jofrior's sword and threw it savagely at her mother's killer." Small hands traced the words as the man read on "When the elf's gleaming spear stopped it's deadly dance. The battlefield fell silent and all eyes turned to the snow prince. No one that day was more surprised than the elf himself at the sight that greeted them all. For upon his great stead, the snow prince still sat. The sword of Jofrior buried deeply in his breast. And then, he fell from his horse. From the battle, from life, the snow prince lay dead, slain by a child. With their savior defeated, the spirit of the remaining Elven warriors soon shattered."

The Dunmer man closed the book, "So ends this account of the battle of the Moesring and the fall of the magnificent Elven snow prince. May our gods honor him in death. May we never meet his kind again in life."

Reign groggily sat up, rubbing her head.

"That was a wonderful book." Vicente stated.

"Huh? Oh, yeah…" she yawned "I couldn't even finish it, I ended up falling asleep."

He raised his eyebrow "You were mumbling the end of the book."

"How odd, I don't recall ever reading that book in full."

"Maybe someone read it to you at some point in your childhood." He posed even though it was obvious she was amused in the least "I suppose this would be an excellent time to take my leave."

Reign nodded slightly and looked down, she knew it sounded familiar… but she had no recollection of her past. Until recently, she didn't even know she was half-Dunmer. She pondered deeper, it would make sense that one of her parents would read that book to her, despite the fact that the Snow Prince ended up being slain, he was powerful and fought for a what he thought was right? She sighed to herself. She was convinced there was a connection somewhere in it. Reign gripped the book once more to flip through the pages. 'She watched as the snow prince cut down her only parents', Reign gulped slightly at the sentence, merely reading it had brought tears to her eyes. The more times she read it, the more it cut deeper. But she didn't care, she had to find out why she found it so moving. Was it possible something terrible happened to her and her family before she ended up here?