As I opened my eyes, I take in the wonderful smell of perfume that vacates the air. I stare at the silver wall of my room as I begin to take in the fact that I'm awake even though I closed my eyes moments ago in my real room. Even after 13 years, it never ceases to amaze me. I finally manage to sit and stand from my silver-framed bed. I notice that I'm wearing my indigo nightgown that I had recently asked for from The Night Mother. She insisted that I wear the lilac one, but I made a persuasive argument. Indigo is such an awesome color, I always wanted to become a sailor. Incidentally, all of the good adventures happened on land. Plus, there isn't exactly a surplus of sea monsters to slay. If only dragons were water-borne. I walk to my window and gaze out to the spectacular sight that awaits me every night. The sterling silver spires and cities glisten in the blurring colors of the sky. The instead of stone walkways, roses pinpoint paths from one place to another with grass as soft as velvet for sidewalks. Waterfalls serve as not only a water source but it also has healing properties, Dunmer bathing in the waters to heal their bodies on the material plane. Roses are as plentiful as weeds here, adorning their hair and robes with roses of every color. I climb to the scaffolding of the silver tower and look down. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and jump. An ordinary miracle takes place: I fly. Not "falling with style", hardcore flying. I plummet downward for a moment to experience the feeling of adrenaline in my veins and finally turn upwards once I'm a foot from the ground. I soar through the air full of perfume, the scent of roses and other wonderful things filling up my nose. I fly swiftly close to the ground, rustling up the roses from their idle sway. I then ascend higher, circling the evergreen trees and shaking their ancient branches. I finally make my way to the Night Mother's palace, mushing the hair of Dunmer as I rocket by. I consider myself the trouble maker of Moonshadow, Azura's Plane of Oblivion. My heart fills with glee as I near the Rose Palace, a palace make completely of roses. This is what I love about Azura: most Daedric Princes are evil all the time, punishing mortals even if they did nothing. She on the other hand, along with a rare few, only invokes her rage when angered, which isn't often. I finally land in the palace, the soft petals cushioning my feet. The roses don't damage, they are invincible. Azura told me this once, when I inquired about it. I make my way through the labyrinth of the palace, the turns and twists practically imbedded in my mind. I appreciate the crystal statues of historic moments in time, the banishment of Alduin, the ascension of Tiber Septim, the Apothesis of Arkay, and so on. I heard the noise of several Dunmer and Khajit seeming to work on something. I finally made it to the main chamber and I found what they were working on. At least a dozen Dunmer and Khajit skillfully chiseled a large piece of indigo crystal into two familiar shapes. One was a dragon; the other was a warrior I couldn't identify from afar. In the background, I saw Azura watching them work with great interest. Her sleek black hair was hidden in her linen hood; a crown of the reddest roses adorned her head. She had a gown that seemed to be changing colors every moment; it seemed so formal yet so casual at the same time. When she spoke, it was the most magnificent voice, filled with melody and fullness.

"Greetings, my little rose bud. Do you like the statue I'm having made for you?"

I recognized it now: it was when I was slaying Alduin in Sovrngarde. I now noticed my long curly hair and signature battle stance. There was one thing that stood out thought: my horns. I shrunk at the sight of them. They were short, small spikes that were orange at the base and ended at yellow. I hated them, but I didn't want to upset her.

"It looks amazing, Night Mother! Simply amazing."

" You do not seem so sure, little one. I see despair on your face. What troubles you?" "It's just… the horns. They pester me. But it doesn't matter.'' "But it's the way you looked when you defeated Alduin. Don't you continually tell me how important truth is?" "Yes." "Well then, it should not trouble you." "Yes, Night Mother." "Now, come sit next to me and tell me of your day and what you plan to do."

I greeted the sculptors and sat next to the Night Mother. I told her all about my day yesterday and my plans for tomorrow. We spoke of almost every other thing to speak of. What seemed like minutes were actually hours, as time goes by faster in Oblivion. Soon we were at neutral state. I decided to ask her something that was bothering me.

"Night Mother, can I ask you something?" "Of course, my little rose bud." "Have I reached the peak of my life? Will any other adventure I have match the one I have just ended?"

She laughed a marvelous laugh.

"No, little one. Life is an adventure, and for you, life will go on." "What do you mean? Am I immortal? Does it have to do with me being Dovahkiin? I'm confused." " No. As of now, you are not immortal." "As of Now?" " A great adventure is ahead of you. Think of it as yet another challenge you will face." "What challenges will I face?" "I cannot tell you." "Will I succeed?" "I cannot tell you."

I was getting upset now. This wasn't the first time this has happened, like the night before I killed Alduin, I asked if I would succeed, to which she said the same thing. I pressed on.

"Alright, what can you tell me then? Why won't you tell me in the first place?" "As you know, as a Daedric Princess, I'm omnipotent. I would be breaking the laws of omniscience, if I told you. I much as I would want to, the only way to tell you would be to tell you in an indirect method like a riddle."

I groaned. If there was one thing I hated more than dragons, it was riddles. They were simply obnoxious to me.

"Anything else you can tell me?"

She thought for a moment, as if looking through my fate and choosing what she could tell me without revealing much.

"You will learn more about your mother."

My heart stopped. I felt like I had dropped from the sky and all the wind left me as I reached the surface. I never knew my mother, much less my father. I grew up as an orphan, traveling from city to city, places of worship taking me in, whether they worshipped Aedra or Daedra, they took me in. Secret factions even took me in and trained me in their ways. As my mind began to wander through my life story, I quickly came back from my trance. I couldn't open my mouth to say anything, but Azura could tell what I wanted to say. "I know this is much to take in, but everything will clear soon. You should wake up now. I need to make the sun come up." She answered without being questioned. I simply nodded vigorously. "Goodbye, little one" she said as she reached to touch my forehead, sending me ( or my consciousness, at least) back to room in Breezehome.