Falling.
Falling through a murky swirl of water, unable to see, unable to move.
Drowning.
Drowning, pressure tight around her throat, the clamp of the weight pushing her downward.
Amalia's amber eyes slowly drew to a close, the light of the surface growing ever more distant with each passing moment. The beating of the current rushing in her ears, the Dragonborn sank ever deeper into the ocean's misty grasp.
Around her, the water turned blacker and blacker, the chilly depths of the sea swallowing her whole.
As she sunk closer to the ocean bed, the water began to heat up, turning red as blood. As she sank, a looming dragon seemed to rest nearby, his scales as black as a nightmare, his one blue eye open and watching her.
Across from it, a beast sitting upon a bloodsoaked throne sat, his red and golden eyes calmly observing her. A cup of red sat in his hand, taking a sip, he smirked as the Dovahkiin descended deeper.
Finally, a man, dressed in the garments of something akin to a monster, kneeled over Amalia's head, her half open eyes barely able to see him as the last glimmer of light slowly faded away.
With an almost amused huff, the man rose and snapped his fingers. The sound reverberating in the water.
At the man's command, demonic tentacles rose up, snatching Amalia by her legs and arms. Dragging her downwards even faster than before.
Opening her mouth to scream, Amalia let out a large gasp of breath, bubbles streaming out of her mouth as the precious oxygen was lost to her. Struggling with her remaining might, Amalia reached forward towards the faintest glimmer of light.
But it was too late, the maw had her, and they dragged her down into the blackest depths, her arm still reaching for the light.
Amalia's mind slowly numbed, and her vision turned black….
A hand grasped her arm, and pulled her up.
With ferocious speed, Amalia felt herself rocket towards the surface. Eyes struggling to stay open, she thought she saw a dark elf with a honest but pained smile.
A hooded man with a kind glance.
An old man with an valiant heart and a wolf's pride.
A wise man with a bread of grey.
A man with the storm as his cloak.
A blading general with a lion's heart.
A great man who lead the white horses.
A lady who bore a scroll on her back but bore a family's legacy.
A bladed warrior woman fighting a lost war.
A man call once foolish, but was proven right.
A large man with a warrior's heart.
A man bearing an helmet like an eagle.
A odd looking man with a hero's burden.
A bright looking man, with a dragon's eyes.
Finally, she broke the surface, and saw the face a woman she trusted above all others.
"My Thane!? Are you alright?!"
Pulled onto the boat, Amalia threw up all the water she had inadvertently swallowed, hacking and wheezing, Amalia let herself fall back into the small canoe.
"I-I'm fine." She said, letting the air flow into her lungs.
A small pain grew onto the back of her head, "What happened?" Amalia asked, rubbing the spot and noting the seaweed that had clamped around her arms and legs.
Lydia sent a glare behind Amalia, "Someone wasn't watching where their fishing rod was going, and smacked you in the head."
"Sorry." A voice said gruffly behind her.
Turning, she saw Farkas rubbing the back of his head. Meanwhile, the rest of the assorted, (which, oddly, was made up of people she had helped along her adventures) fishing goers just let out sighs/grunts/laughs.
"I-It's alright." Amalia said, trying to sound upbeat as usual.
"Some fishing trip this turned out to be…" Lydia muttered.
"It's not that bad. Look how much fish we got!" Amalia said, pointing to a grand total of one small salmon.
"...Long life to you, My Thane." Lydia said, smiling despite herself.
Hey there, sorry for the long wait, but I was mostly trying to come up with something and failing, then I heard Diver from Naruto Shippuden and thought, "eh, I like it." I was also trying to come up with some kind of origin story for Lydia, but I couldn't make up anything that would suit me. So I was more or less beating my head against the wall for an idea.
Also, I am also working on other projects, like learning how to draw, becoming a decent sniper in video games despite being more of a jack of all trades, and just being lazy in general.
Lastly, can you name all the people who Amalia saw when she was underwater? Name them all and you get...something. I dunno. Make something up if you want.
Truly Wandering, Outlaw.