A.N: Hello fine people! Thanks for all of your reviews. If you can do that for every chapter of every story the world would be such a great place (*Cough cough* hint hint *Cough cough*)! Now this chapter is totally in the Atronach's P.O.V so I'm not putting it in bold or anything, just remember that it is the Atronach's P.O.V and we'll get along just lovely :). Please read The Fire in my Hands by OnesiePenguin 'cause it's REALLY good. Okay, story-time!

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Oblivion

The Atronach lands in the, dangerous, desolate wasteland that is Oblivion. Not The Deadlands of Mehrunes Dagon, nor the Evergloam of Nocturnal nor Azura's Moonshadow.
A plane unknown by mortals and deities alike; Arcessentes. A plane that is ravaged by storms, fires, blizzards and quakes. A plane fatal for mortal, Aedra and even Daedric Princes. Atronachs and Dremora alone can inhabit it.
Kelt's Atronach wanders the plane, passing other Atronachs and Dremora, each in the form of their old mortal body, but with a glow which showed their form. Red for Flame Atronachs and blue for beings of Frost. Storm Atronachs emitted a purple light while Dremora glowed green, yellow, pink, orange, grey, brown and white, depending on rank. Thralls shone brighter than any other.
Atronachs could not see their own appearance, nor could it be described to them, that was the catch of becoming an Atronach; you leave your mortal memories behind, they could be discovered, but the method would involve going certain places, meeting certain individuals and doing certain things. They also only had one master (unless they were killed) and could still be killed. But they got to live again! Fight! Explore Nirn! The Atronach that followed Kelt remembered her enlistment well...

She had been dead for five minutes - at the point she remembered how she died but that memory was now a blur of incomprehensible figures. She was wandering around a vast field when suddenly an elderly man appeared. He wore robes of bright green, his grey hair fell to his shoulders and his eyes sparkled violet, his presence was magical.
"Who are you?" She whispered.
"My name is Julianos, divine of Logic and Wisdom." The man said, "I have came to offer you a chance to become an Atronach. The choice is yours but I recommend it. You get to continue using magic, as you did when you were alive. But know this, you will have no recollection of your life, or even of how you died. This will be your earliest memory. Your old memories may be returned if you visit certain places and people with your master.
"And you can still die.
"Think wisely." She thought for a moment, then nodded. The man smiled.
"What element do you choose?" He asked, preparing a spell.
"Flame." She whispered. He cast the spell and she closed her eyes. She felt her clothes melt away. Her body started to heat up as the skin and bone were turned to fire, she screamed as her eyes were lit. She didn't dare open them for fear of increased pain. Suddenly the burning sensation subsided, she could feel molten rock curving around her new body, forming her armour and shape.
She opened her eyes and saw a mirror where the god had been, gone were her mortal clothes, looks and features. She was an Atronach, a being of pure fire. She floated a few inches above the ground, a trail of flame behind her. She tried to grasp at the memories of her old body but they flew away as she reached for them. She frowned but then embraced her new life.

Before she knew it she was in Arcessentes training for her summoning. Then she was in the town of her master's near death...

Her thoughts return to her master. He disgusted her. She feels cheated having to serve him. Tainted by his shabby knowledge of magic. He is not fit to command her; yet she is bound to him until his dying day. She could not kill him without good reason; if he threatened the world or her own life. She sighs and goes to the training grounds. There she pairs up with a Dremora Mage, together they train their magic, casting at each other until they can't stand the pain and have to recharge their energy.

As she trains she realises that she has to try to do something about her master. She heads towards the temple of Julianos. She kneels by the altar, speaking in Daedric she whispers a prayer.
"Please Lord Julianos, relieve me of my hideous beast of a master. Please do anything. Something to inspire a change in him, something to kill him or even a hint of what I must do. Please..." She prays. For hours she prays. She eventually gives up. She stands up and places her hand on the shrine to receive her blessing. Suddenly her flame burns blue and she is sent into a realm she feels she knew...

Her robes felt warm on her cool Imperial skin against the freezing weather.
"Aren, I don't think this is a good idea." She (the Imperial -A.N: "She" in bold is the Imperial in the thingy-) said. The Nord mage beside her nodded.
"I agree." He said. Aren's Dunmer eyes glinted with anger.
"Nonsense Hafnar." Aren said. "Atmah, you agree with me right? And you Girduin?" He gestured at a Redguard woman and a male Bosmer. The Redguard - Atmah - nodded. Girduin hesitated then nodded too. Two women, an Argonian and another Dunmer, snarled.
"I just want to get this out of the way. So does Elvali." The Argonian growled, gesturing at the female Dunmer.
"Light is right." She said. "Lets get this over with, after all. We are college trained mages. I specialise in Restoration; Girduin is the Alteration master; Light uses Illusion extremely well; Hafnar is the best at Conjuration in the entire College; Elvali is the best Destruction mage I have ever seen and Aren and Atmah are great all-round sorcerers." They all nodded and headed inside with her leading.

They reached a chamber and she opened the gate. Skeletons rushed in and she surveyed the scene, healing people when they needed it, casting wards against spells and using turn undead spells. Light turned invisible and struck one from behind. Hafnar conjured a bound sword and stabbed three. Atmah shot several with Flames while Girduin used Telekinesis to kill a few stragglers. Elvali and Aren teamed up to eliminate the rest with Sparks (Aren) and Frost (Elvali). Girduin whooped. He ran towards the other end of the chamber, failing to notice a skeletal dragon rising from the ground, quick as a flash it bit off his head.
Aren and Atmah ran quickly past the dragon, screaming "I'm sorry Girduin!" Hafnar was quick to follow. Light rushed after him and Elvali followed. She was left to watch as a straggling skeleton grabbed Elvali by the robes and shoved its sword through her chest. She ran quickly and was past Light before long. As She reached the others Light tripped and the dragon advanced.
"Go on without me friends." Light shrieked. Savos, Hafnar and Atmah yanked the lever and the gate closed. She watched as Light was attacked.
"We must go back!" She screamed.
"No, there aren't enough of us." Atmah reasoned. She nodded and they continued.

The ruins were long, dangerous and full of undead. Eventually they came to the heart of the ruins. A hideous skeleton was floating there, wearing ancient robes and a blue mask. In its hand was the fabled Staff of Magnus.
"Quickly! Up there! We need to get there to stop it!" Aren shouted. They ran to the area he had pointed at, each of them standing on a pillar.

"Now use the scroll I gave you and shoot the demon!" Aren cried. Hafnar and Atmah used it immediately - for they had it ready as soon as they saw the beast - and she pulled it from her satchel. Just as she was about to cast it she heard Hafnar and Atmah scream; their feet and legs had became part of the floor below them and a glowing barrier was erected around them, they could do nothing but use the spell on the demon; Aren's scroll had bound them in place!

"Aren you treacherous rat!" she screamed. Aren turned to face her. His eyes narrowed.
"You didn't cast the spell." He said.
She snarled.
He grimaced.
The fight started.

Aren cast a Fireball at her but she used Greater Ward and countered with her own Firebolt. Aren dodged it and sent an Ice Storm at her. She easily dodged it and sent an Ice Spike into his shoulder. He cursed and healed himself, he then sent a flurry of Lightning Bolts towards her but she blocked nearly all of them and healed herself when they struck. This went on for an hour. Aren fell backwards and she did the same. They were both exhausted.

"You leave me no choice." Aren puffed, he got up and his hands sparkled with lightning as he twisted them around and prepared to cast the forbidden spell; Lightning Storm. Desperately she tried to throw up a Greater Ward and start casting Grand Healing against it but it was too late. The spell hit and she fell to the floor; her life essence draining.
"Curse you Savos Aren." She whispered as her legs began to turn to dust. Aren knelt over her and cried. His voice got thinner as the rest of her body disappeared. The last words she heard were his, barely recognisable due to her death.
"I'm... so... so... sorry...Sana." He sobbed as she died, the last word spun round in her head as her soul was sent away. She knew it was important, but the reason could not be reached until she met Julianos and the transformation took place.
Sana.
Her mortal name.

A.N: Oooooh. Dramatic ending! So now Sana (the Atronach) knows her name, race and how she died. Do you like the explanation? Sorry it was unclear, it was just very very hard. The others really did go to Labyrinthian with Savos but there was no one called Sana. Did you like my bit with Arcessentes and Julianos? I made that bit up. Hope you loved it!
Reviews:

DarkChieftain: I agree. Thank you.

Krikanalo: Thank you for you compliments. I hope this sufficing as enough showing and little enough telling. I can't use double line breaks because I think they look a bit messy.

MissFabulous09 (Thank you for such a good review :D) : The story line will branch out for definite. Sorry about the dialogue, that's not my strong suit. I prefer past tense but I feel that this is a story better done in present because there are lots of flashbacks. Double past tense often confuses people.
I'm glad you like Ralof's magic skills. I was just kind of thinking "What happens when Ralof runs out of arrows? They'll be screwed! Kelt also needs a bow..." And the idea of him using telekinesis popped into my head.
As for the escape route, it was the only way to bring in a nice twist, Ralof's magic and the Atronach! It's quite awkward trying to go from Kelt to Atronach but I try.

OnesiePunguin: You needn't say about short chapters LOL! But seriously, the first chapters are often quite short and keep in mind what a lot of people call a full chapter. Mine are quite large compared to others. Thank you, I tried hard with the escapes.

Bye. Please review