I am the Forgotten, i am the remembered Chapter 2: i am nothing, i am everything, an elder scroll series fanfic

"Here I am to die alone
voices from heaven above
hear my call awaken my soul
forgive me for what I have done"
- Nights of Arabia, Kamelot

1E, 400, Morrowind,

Sometimes I dream that I was back in my birth country, with my Elven tribe. We used to live in the unconquered lands of the Summer Set Isles, but then Nerevar's Army came through our forests. They killed many of us, they killed my sister's only child, she had hair as dark as the midnight sky and eyes like stars. Blessed by the night my sister used to say. They took everyone left alive captive, I was brought before Nerevar, as well was my broken sister and Baelor. They thought us to be the leaders of our tribe, they called us a coven! Saying we worshipped false gods and the like. Nerevar took no part in it but I could tell he believed it to be so.

"And where do you get these lies from, Hmm? Your 'leader'? Ha you are fools! You are stupid and are rampaging traitors, your lust for blood is all that keeps you following this 'high and mighty' elf!" my sister screamed at them, one of them threw a knife at her aiming for her heart. There was nothing I could do, her head laid on my lap as she bled to death. The last of my family gone, I whispered to her as she faded away.

"I'll see you with the stars, sweet sun-sister." She smiled, and nodded once she was free of pain I ripped the knife out of her chest and threw it at Nerevar, pinning his cloak to the wall. "The Moon-Sister does not forgive the unworthy, you will pay: and eye for an eye, a hand for a hand, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood." I then ran, leaving behind everything, I heard the rip of cloth and the sound of running footsteps. But I did not listen; I only listen to the call of the forests, the ghosts of the creator gods. I kept running.

They whispered to me "come, Moon-sister. Come and listen to our words, your destiny shall begin." I ran to where my home used to be, to where my Elven tribe used to reside, to where my gods awaited me…

Present day

Luna woke to the sound of songbirds, she was resting in a guest room of Jarl Balgruuf's and apparently birds had stolen into the keep. She smiled and one landed on her hand, she used to have a bird. It would leave at eve and then return in the morning, it would perch on her shoulder waiting all day. Then it got eaten by a cat.

She stood up and put on a simple summery wrap and a cowl, with a mask. It was a popular clothing style in the warmer countries, but it would suffice for the moment. She walked down to the market area of Whiterun; she had heard a carriage was coming to take people to Winterhold. On the way she passed a knight from Hammerfell, apparently one of the nobility there made good on a deed Balgruuf did for them. He nodded at her, and pressed into her hand a piece of paper, she put it into the folds of her wrap. The members of her guard were scattered but they all would know of the carriage and they would assemble there.

On the way to the markets she heard the shouts and cries of those trying to sell their produce; it was almost like the Markets in Morrowind and Alinor. I tend not to think Alinor too much, the Thalmor are more suspicious of me there. Considering I look so much like the tribe I used to love… still even the Altmer here were suspicious of me, and not just the Thalmor. There was an Altmer who lived in the house "Breezehome, in fact speaking of that Altmer he was staring at me right now. His fists were bunched in anger; I stopped and stared back at him. He looked away and I continued to the stables.

I saw Maeoni talking with the carriage driver, the driver seemed absolutely terrified. I sighed, that's Maeoni for you he was always using his scary demeanour to get what he wanted. She wondered what would happen once she completed this quest of Mephala's, would she die and be reunited with Him? Or would she continue living for another reason of Mephala's? Possibly, the Daedra are fickle masters, Mephala more so. But Murder and Secrets are most powerful in the right hands, my hands… blood covered them, more than any person I know.

"Maeoni, have you secured our passage to Winterhold? I hope to reach it within a fortnight." I told him, ignoring the driver, not out of hate or feeling he is below me, but because this was a matter that was hidden with layers of secrets.

"Yes, Luna, our passage has been secured. The Sun Rise is within our grasp, the Moon shall stand her ground." We will arrive in winterhold on the morrow, your sisters reincarnation now lives there. She still awaits her Moon-sister, but we now know she has 'changed'. I frowned, and replied:

"The Moon does not wish to be over shadow, it is not the lesser light. The Sun must surrender, an eternal lullaby will come." What has changed about her? Does she threaten our quest on reviving Nerevar and his memories? Tell me.

"The Sun loves light and threatens the Dark and the Heart." She has just changed; trust me she will not get in the way. "Tomorrow dawns in darkness." You are the moon, do not worry. I nodded and walked back into the city, passing by the Altmer again that looked about ready to punch her or stop her…

1E, 402, Morrowind

The ground was as hot as coals against my bare feet; the ceremonial armour wasn't very covering either, though it would work perfectly for deserts and such. My cowl was an orange yellow with no mask; my pareo was the same colour. My Camisole was a pure white, ha, not for long in this country. The band was made of soft gold, not very protective. The dagger could barely survive long enough for me to get to a cave or the borders. My only hope was to get into a town, where I would either have to steal from or the news would not have of reached it yet.

I started to run; the red mountain was unpredictable and even though it had erupted recently could still erupt again. When next possible I would kill Almalexia, Vivec and Sotha Sil. They had, somehow, erased all memory of me from him, and had made him banish me! Within three hours I reached a small mining town, and for a strange reason there were shoes everywhere…you know what? I don't even care. I picked up a pair of red leather sandals, strange to think that something from Hammerfell would be here. I put them on quickly, feeling relief once my feet were off the scorching ground. I then started to wonder why, the hell, were there shoes everywhere? There were guards running around trying to pull people out from under masses and masses of shoes, one of them spotted me and screamed out:

"There she is! There's the Traitor, get her!" some of them started running at me, but more shoes fell from the sky. A man with strange clothing, half purple and half red, he frowned at her then grinned.

"What are you waiting for? A cabbage, I have on here if you need one. Bah, never mind Mephala will get angrier if you don't run soon, I did make the shoes for her and you after all. Now get going before I rip out your spine and use it as a cane!" (And that's how Sheogorath got his cane… lol I joke) I high tailed it out of there and ran towards the Hammerfell Border. An hour later I fell to my knees, I was nowhere near close to the border, I would never get away never. I heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed; I froze as cold chitin was pressed against the side of my neck. Blood oozed from a small cut the sword had made, trepidation filled me, the blood soaking into my camisole turning it a mixture of crimson and burgundy. My assailant spoke, his voice was deep and hate filled.

"Hand over all of your gold quickly, woman, before I take it from your dead, and bloody, body." I almost sighed with relief; it was a simple brigand and not a guard of Almalexia's. I untied my coin purse from my waist, constantly whispering. "What are you whispering!?" he demanded, it was almost as if he believe I could conquer guards to arrest him at will.

"Sun set's dusk becomes the bearer, moon light's sun becomes the wearer." I told him,

Sun set's dusk becomes the bearer,
moon light's sun becomes the wearer,
day's shadows are to fright,
but those of the night,

Darkness finds the light wrong,
brightness finds the gloom long,
but both are like twins,
forever the same and yet different,

The sun-sister trembles at the fate of man,
while the moon-sister welcomes it an,
waits for her sister to come around
but redemption shall be found.

"What in the oblivion realms of Mephala does that mean!?" he asked angrily, I was about to answer when he suddenly burst into flames. He fell to the ground and I picked up my coin purse before that caught fire too. I looked around and saw a woman walking towards me, she seemed familiar I know I had seen her before. Years ago perhaps…

"Luna of the forests, Moon-sister to the sun, it is time that you learn to defend yourself properly. And you are sped on your way to your destiny. I was assured you knew this poem:

I know a lady fair
with silver in her hair;
she walks along the river long.
Wandering, wondering,
where has her fair lover gone?

I know of a battle, long ago
faced beautiful winter's woe.
His body turned face down,
wonders when his lover shall go.

He waits fruitlessly in Sovngarde,
hoping pointlessly for;
he and his fair lady
were never meant to be.

And soon Shor takes pity on the man
letting him see his lover fair
set herself upon a bear
she obviously didn't put up a fight
when she was slain that very night.

I know a lady fair
with silver in her hair
she walks along the river bank
Wandering, wondering
where has her fair lover gone?

I know of a battle, long ago
faced fair winter's woe.
A body turned face down,
wonders when his lover shall go.

And her ghost can be heard
like the scream of a fire bird
she raises again from the ashes
the silver in her hair flashes, Flashes

Her lover fair watches on
waiting for her ever long
the years go by
and he thinks it's time to say goodbye…

Sensing her lover's lost hope in her
and while you curl up under your fur
she sneaks in and blesses you
to have a more faithful love than she did
then morning comes and she steals away
protecting your unborn babe.

This you must remember though
he did lay with another more fair
this time gold of hair
with skin of snow she was a nord
and when she died she came to him
and lay under the never ending sun

Mara enraged at unfaithfulness even in death
she stole away Silver's breath
when she Silver saw she shed tears of sorrow
hoping for a new tomorrow.

I know a lady fair
with silver in her hair
she walks along the river bank
Wandering, wondering
where has her fair lover gone?

I know of a battle, long ago
faced fair winter's woe.
A body turned face down,
wonders when his lover shall go"

Indeed I know it, I was brought up with a family trying to understand it's meaning, but was it not obvious? A broken heart is all I shall say. The woman saw the recognition in my eyes, and nodded.

"Good, because that is how you shall assemble your guard, and they shall protect you until the very end. A number of men and women know the poem, you shall meet them through the years Mephala will gift you. But be warned, not all of them are as they seem, choose carefully and you shall be rewarded." The woman said, as she suddenly burst into flames floating two feet above the ground, her skin a dark blue and her hair became flames. Then she suddenly disappeared in a flash that looked like when the road gets too hot and you see the top of the hill. The heat rising, yes that's what it looked like.

"Where did she go?" I whispered, turning around in circles I shook my head and ran for Hammerfell.

Present day

Luna waited in the bannered mare for Maeoni to tell her that the carriage was ready; she played with a lock of her hair. The bard walked up to her, his intentions clear as glass.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around before. How about I take you down on a tour let's start at the back."

"No thanks, and by the way you sing like a drowning dremora."

"wha- how do you even- Like YOU can do better!"

"I'm sure I can."

"Prove it, you shit mouth whore." I looked at him, my face pretty much said 'bitch please' I stood up grabbed his lute, retuned it and stood on my table.

"As I walk through
this wicked world
searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?" Maeoni entered the room but hung around the back waiting for me to finish.

"Each time i feel like slippin' away,
it just makes me wanna say,
What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding?: . ]
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who can be trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna say.
What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding?"
I jumped down from the table throwing the lute over my shoulder; from the way the bard swore I somehow broke his nose. I walked over to Maeoni and we left the inn.

An hour later we were in Winterhold; walking towards the college I had pulled up a hood to hide my face. Good thing too, the snow storm was horrible even Maeoni had to don a cloak. We were not stopped by any of the mages, they were all huddled inside the college trying to keep warm. I looked up at the massive tower in the middle. I realised I would have to talk to my sisters reincarnation, this would be fun.

"Luna, we must hurry I do not like this place, it is not safe with all these college mages about." One Jared whispered to me, he was always so cautious so concerned for my safety. I turned my thoughts to the poem that has been racing through my mind for a few hours.