Then something popped into my head less than ten seconds after I sat down. This is real life. This is real life. I just killed a bunch of people. Which then lead to a mental breakdown, sort of.
I've always been fine with death and things that would normally make a person get really sad, and stuff like that, but now that I was the cause of it, I just had this empty feeling in my chest. It was as if part of my heart broke for the ones I killed. Yah, so some were undead, and protecting something that I need to kill Alduin (Not Directly but you know what I mean). Sure, some were bandits and probably deserved it. Plus, they would've killed me otherwise, but JESUS CHRIST that feeling is intense. I don't think I've ever cried about something similar, but this almost made me cry.
Now, I was mad. Not at anyone or anything specifically-well, maybe Alduin-but just raging with fury. So, I started taking out my anger on the word wall, for whatever reason. I ran over and began punching, kicking, headbutting; every attack I could think of. Which was a lot, considering I took martial arts for a while. Not noticing any pain a normal person would have felt, the stone began to crack in some places. One of those places was where 'Fus' was. Oops. I hope Jennifer can still use this.
I quickly got control of my emotions, and sat back down. It was then the pain registered. Now, I have an insane pain tolerance and all, but this hurt! I took off my gauntlets and examined my hands. They looked fine, so there wasn't any permanent damage, as far as I could tell. That reminded me...
Looking at the ancient stone that I had damaged, I wondered exactly how strong I was in this universe. After all, I did wish for more strength. Plus, I was already strong. Being able to bench two hundred pounds as a five-foot-four sophomore when I only weighed about one hundred pounds made me proud enough. Now I was breaking stone at about six-foot-three and (judging by my size) two hundred and fifty pounds. Mostly muscle, if the power of my strikes says anything. What am I, a spartan!?
Well, actually, by the way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised. After that thought, there was the sudden urge to speak to Bormah. So I sat down, again, and started praying to him, before promptly falling asleep.
Back in the void, I started looking-if it's even possible to do, being in the void and all-for Bormah. Spotting him immediately after thinking of him, I sort of drifted over.
"Hello." Came his strange voice.
"Again with the creepy voice hello." I say, having completely forgotten as to why I came here.
"You came because I urged you to. Before you remembered those that you had killed again, I had you come here. Then, you can vent all of your anger without the chance of hurting Jennifer. She was about to walk in when you were falling asleep. She did exactly what you did when you played as her, and immediately came here after hearing Hadvar mention the barrow. And don't worry, time does not pass here unless I want it to. Now please, go ahead and release all of the emotion. By the way, this is your mind. Take that as you will." Then Bormah faded away. This is my mind. Wow, seems really empty. Does that mean I'm secretly really really dumb? Then I had an idea.
Thinking of a punching bag, one appeared. Ooooh, time to have fun! And fun I did have. Beating the crap out of a punching bag does a good job of releasing anger. Now, the rage was gone. Only sadness was left, and that was scary. Sadness just isn't a thing for me, and hasn't been for a long time, so that just amplified it. I can't believe I just killed. Even cut one's head off. Left another on the stairs, with an arrow through his throat. Yah, I saved one guy from bandit life, but how many will replace him that I will have to kill? With families, friends, and children? I just want to go home... I cried from sadness for the first time in a long time.
After sitting there and crying for what felt like an hour, I stopped, coming to terms with the fact that I was stuck here. Though, Bormah said time doesn't really pass here unless he wants it to, so really I might have cried for literally no time at all before getting over it. So, I decided to experiment with thoughts. Within minutes, I was in my bedroom playing Call of Duty four, eating pizza, and drinking a two liter bottle of root beer; until Bormah came out of nowhere and scared me, spilling my soda all over my clothes that I just noticed.
"GAH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!? I was in the middle of sniping the Russian dude!" I complained.
"Well, it seemed that you were comfortable with what you did, so I came to retrieve you." He explained
"Ugh, fine. Just make sure that I'm not sticky when I return. That probably wouldn't be fun in armor."
And then I was back in the barrow, still sitting on the floor. Then I remembered something. Crap, where did the dragonstone go? I started looking around, and it was very easy to find. I panicked for no reason, as it was on the floor beside me, where it fell when I jumped up earlier in my rage. I picked it up and got ready to present it to Jennifer, who was just now walking in.
Tall, muscular, and beautiful, just like I remembered her-not as tall as the new me, but at five-foot-ten, I considered her tall. You can see the muscles firm beneath her her tanned yet still pale skin, but not overly so, which was perfect in my book. Probably has a six pack. And then came the finer details. Sparkling blue eyes, luscious neck length brown hair, a round and full face, not quite small but not quite large lips, and a nose that went down just below the eye socket rim. Just, amazing. And still in her early twenties, it appeared.
She drew her sword as she saw me, but as she approached, Jennifer also saw the tablet being presented to her.
"I've been waiting for you, D-Milady" Almost called her dragonborn. She doesn't know yet, stupid! And why did I make up for my mistake with that name? That was a cheesy line that shouldn't have been said. Though, I think I saw a slight blush when I said milady.
"And why, exactly, were you waiting? How did you know I was coming?"
"Ummm...well, you see, I overheard that you were going to be coming here, and I wanted to make sure that you would be alright, seeing as you are alone and all, Milady" That didn't come out as well as I wanted it to, but it would have to do. The 'milady' was making her feel special-I could see it written on her face. Heh.
"Uh-huh. Are you saying that it would have been dangerous for me because I'm a woman?"
"No, I'm just saying that it would be easier with two people." Thank the nine for my quick tongue...
"Assuming that's what you thought, why did you kill everything before I got here, instead of waiting and clearing it out together?"
How do I phrase this? "Don't take this the wrong way, but I was hoping to travel with you. I mean, you are a formidable warrior, so I hoped that doing this would prove myself to you, and that you would take me on as a fighting companion. This was my best plan when I was questioned as to what I was going to do with my life, Milady." I really hope she accepts. Otherwise, my plans are ruined.
"Do you wish for pay as well? I don't really have many septims, sadly." She actually sounded disappointed saying that.
"I have no need for money, really. Just armor and weapon repairs, along with upgrades much later, if possible, Milady." I replied truthfully.
"Well...Okay I suppose you could come along. On one condition: Stop calling me 'Milady', I feel special and don't deserve that." Heh, told you. Wait, who am I talking to? Not even a full day in, and I'm going nuts. Great...
"Alright, I will call you 'Milady' once you've done something to deserve it." And, my gut is telling me that something is very close. "Anyways, let's go get this dragonstone to Farengar." I noticed my mistake just a little to late.
"How do you know who to take the dragonstone to? I feel that there is a lot you are not telling me here." She questioned me.
"Let's just go, we can deal with that question later." Was the hurried response. I hope the dragon doesn't attack early or something. We have to get back fast. Hey, I wonder if I can do the fast travel thing. Since I have the entire area around Whiterun memorized, I should be able to, if it's a thing.
I closed my eyes and started imagining the front doors of Dragonsreach, and then imagined myself popping into existence there, still holding the dragonstone. Opening my eyes, I realized that it had actually worked! Before walking in, though, I did the same thing back to the barrow.
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?" Was the almost yell I received from Jennifer when arriving.
"Sorry, accidentally teleported without you." So I grabbed her arm with one hand, and imagined the same thing as before, but with me holding her. This time I didn't close my eyes, and watching that happen is really disorientating. Not very fun, like that. Oh well, we're here now.
"You can teleport us to places? HOW!?" Wow, she is really freaking out.
"Honestly, I don't know. I just can." I said truthfully. I beckoned for us to go in the door, and to save this conversation for later as well. If magic and stuff is what I did to teleport, this could be awesome for me. "Hey, give me a few minutes, I want to try something. Go ahead and give Farengar the stone, I will be in soon."
"What are you going to do?" She wanted to know, still looking shocked from the teleportation.
"I'm wondering if I can do magic, because teleporting was relatively easy."
"Oh, okay. I'll see you soon then." She said, going on ahead.
Okay, let's see what I can do. Flames first. I imagined my hand on fire. This turned out to be a mistake, as it literally lit my hand on fire-which really hurts by the way. After my hand was put out by diving off the little wooden bridge and into the water, I tried having the flame just exist above my palm. It worked for a few seconds, before my excitement caused me to loose focus. So, trying again, I kept my focus, and it stayed there. SWEET! Wait, how am I doing this? I'm not even from this universe. Does that mean that everybody from my old universe could do magic if they actually believed? That doesn't matter now. I have to see if this universe recognizes my knowledge of all the spell tomes from Skyrim. It should, as it recognized my knowledge of locations for teleportation. The next thing I tried was Frost thrall. As it is a master level spell, I will probably be able to cast anything if I can do this one.
So, gathering up as much concentration as I could muster, I attempted to do what I did before, simply imagining it appearing there, but as a friend and follower. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, there was a frost thrall looking at me. HOLY CRIST ON POPSICLE STICK IT ACTUALLY WORKED!
I decided that I had done enough experimenting, I dispelled the frost thrall, and started walking inside. Then something clicked in my head. I just did that without the hand thing. I didn't have the frost thrall spell in my hands. Also, I didn't even notice a drain in my mana. That spell takes more than a thousand mana! I'll have to ask Bormah later...
Jennifer was still talking to Farengar when I came in, so I just stayed out of sight.
"...sure. I didn't tell anyone but you to get the dragonstone, and no one could've overheard us. I checked for nearby life with a spell, and the only one remotely close was the jarl. So, unless your boyfriend is a zombie or vampire, he couldn't have overheard me."
"He's not my boyfriend, he is my new traveling companion. Yah, I know it seems odd, but there isn't and there can't be anything between us. We literally just met." She said that while chuckling, and I felt a joke coming on. "He has to buy me a meal first!" Yup. Knew it. "Anyways, here's the dragonstone. He will be in here in a minute or so. Wanted to test his magical skills outside."
"Really? Well, if you see him before I do, tell him I would like to meet him. Maybe teach him a thing or two." Farengar said, almost cocky.
"Will do. I'm going to talk to the jarl. We'll talk later, as I would like to know what the dragonstone says." She walked out and nearly ran into me. "Oh, hey. Farengar wants to see you. When you two are done, come see me. I'll be talking with the jarl."
After she left, I walked into the laboratory. "Alright, so I have a few tips on your magic usage, if you are willing to listen. Yes, I know you overheard the conversation. Anyways, come over here and close your eyes. I wish to check your mana capacity, so I can see just what spells you will be able to do." I went over, and did as he said. He started casting a spell or something, as I could hear and feel it flowing around me. "This...This is...not...can't be...IMPOSSIBLE!" The spell had stopped and he was frantically searching a nearby bookshelf, all while shouting hysterically. "The advances this could lead to! The possibilities are endless! But also dangerous...if someone evil harnessed this much power, they could destroy the world if they wanted. Control time, gravity, everything!" He finally found what he was looking for. Pulling out a book and flipping through the pages until he reached the right one, he recited the paragraph.
"'There will be one, in the time of greatest need, who will be able to harness the power of the universe. They will have the world at their fingertips, and no one will be able to stop them. If they are good, steer them correctly onto the path of glory. If they turn bad, pray and hope that you are killed without pain, as there will be no escape from the paramount destruction that will follow. This person will have limitless mana, and may not even be from this world.'" Well, there goes that secret... "'This person, this god, will be known as either 'Al se fin lein', destroyer of the universe, or 'Saviik se fin lein', savior of the universe. Depending on their actions, one will be given. These titles are given under many contexts that only they and their trusted few will come to understand.'" By now, the jarl and a few guards were watching the spectacle and listening intently. "'That is the prophecy of the Universal Soldier, and I hope that anyone who reads this understands the importance of this god staying morally good." Farengar was now looking at me with no small amount of interest, along with some kind of fear or awe.
"So...I'm a god?" Those were the last words I spoke before falling flat on my face.
A/N:
jp0625 : Thanks, actually, for the nitpicking, as I actually hadn't considered that for whatever reason, so I went back in last minute and changed a few sentences of this chapter. Also, about the two handed heavy. I don't know why, but I just have an addiction to dual wielding in every game that lets me, and I also have an addiction to being a walking tank. Plus, I choose a bow as well. To me, it seems as if I try to combine multiple classes at once.
Well, that was fun. And it only took 5 hours to write and check, so I'm starting the next chapter now. By the time you are reading this, considering how I'm just writing these chapters nonstop from the first, I'll probably be writing chapter 8 or so. Though, I am thinking of stepping the chapters up a notch, like maybe 10,000 words a chapter.
I have three questions for whoever reads this:
1. Should I write in multiple perspectives? I know this can cause confusion, but it can also give you more information about a situation, and stuff like that. I want your opinion on this.
2. Should I add more detail to fights, or leave them as they are? Basically, this-
More detail: I ran up and swung my right sword at Bob's leg, while using my left to parry an attack from Jeff. Then, while Bob was falling and Jeff was unbalanced, I performed a sweeping kick on Kevin, who was sneaking up behind me. Before Jeff could attack again I stabbed my right sword into his chest, and used my left to catch Kevin in the face while he was falling. Then I proceeded to stab both swords into Bob's back while he was on the ground.
Now: Go back to chapter 2 and compare. Decide which one you like more, and let me know.
3. Should I make the chapters longer? Now, I'm planning on anywhere from 2,000 to 3,000 words, but I'm thinking of increasing to 10,000. It would take the entire week, almost, to write a chapter and part of another if I write for about 3 to 4 hours a day, but eventually I will have finals week and stuff, plus life's a jerk. So during those weeks, a chapter of 10,000 words might take two weeks and be just barely ahead. Or, if I go with maybe 5,000 words a chapter, I will probably still be able to upload every Friday, and be two or three chapters ahead. Then there is the problem of writer's block, when I hit it. Until I know what you want though, I will be writing 2,000 to 3,000 words per chapter. Maybe 4,000 if I have the need to write or if I feel it needs to be longer.
Anyways, now that this author's note has taken up most of a page, I'm going to say thanks for reading, and enjoy!