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[My head hurts.]
His whole body hurt, probably because most of it was gone.
And he had no way of getting out this time.
He had already fulfilled the prophecy that was engraved on Alduin’s wall, he killed him on Sovngarde. He helped the The College of Winterhold deal with the Eye of Magnus, which nearly destroys the city of Winterhold. He joined the The Thieves Guild and stole the Eyes of the Falmer. He destroyed the Dark Brotherhood. He was grantedthe title of Harbinger of the Companions succeeding Kodlak as the new leader of the Companions. He helped with the recovery of Gildergreen. He slayed Lord Harkon. He fought the First Dragonborn atop the Summit of Apocrypha.
And now?
Now he was dying, it wasn't unexpected, this life had his risks, and he had chosen to answer the calls of the Greybeards and oficially become the Dovahkiin, he could have escaped when he first absorbed a dragon soul, or when he made his way to High Hrothgar and yet he didn't, he didn't know why, it always felt like he was being pulled by a string every time he walked, his decisions didn't feel like his some times, maybe it was the prophecy doing it's magic, or maybe it was some deity making him their puppet for the purpose of killing Alduin, honestly he didn't care anymore, his body was losing too much blood for his mind to keep up with his thoughts.
What a shame, he would have liked to explore more of this world, he knows Skyrim like the back of his hand but he dosen't have any memory of any other place, and he is counting Cyrodiil, he knew he came from there..... atleast that's what he thinks, strangely enough, now that he looks back, his memories are all foggy.
Well, maybe his mind is simply shutting off already, his senses were slowly shutting down, first came the smell, he stopped noticing the heavy scent of iron his blood gave off, then he started to lack his sight on the world, the feeling he had on the handle of his sword slowly numbed too and his tongue gave out in tasting.
Now he could only hear the sound of silence as his mind rapidly lost any feeling of self, he was dying, and that's okay, he would have liked to die in some other place but this is fine he suposed, tough.... where was he?
Dosen't matter, why bother, if his body is found then good, if it isn't then that's okay, he had already made it so that him going missiong wouldn't cause too much trouble, Skyrim would have to find a new protector, but there are many candidates to take up his place like-
"!" He felt great pain inside of him just before he could think of any example, he felt as tough something had broken, not a bone, or a muscle, or even an organ, no, it was something incorporeal, something you wouldn't notice by just looking at someone, he felt his soul become pieces, it was as tough various hands were grabbing him and tearing him apart, and he felt the remaining of his Magicka leave him.
This pain was greater than any he had experience, it didn't feel like anything he had suffered before, it hurt, it hurt so much. He wanted it to stop, he begged for it to stop, but it seemed like no one would answer, not even reaper seemed to want to deal with wathever was happening to him. And at last, he did something he found normally did when he was at peace, he prayed.
The suffering stopped, the feeling of hands crawling up to him stopped, everything stopped, he felt like he was floating, but most of all, he didn't feel right, like whatever had put him back together couldn't restore him completly, he felt a strange hollow sensation in his.... everything. Every part of him felt off.
He was surrounded by darkness, he couldn't move his limbs or open his eyes, he wasn't even sure he had those, this place wasn't Sovngarde nor the Far Shores, not even the Sand Behind the Moons, not to take count of Coldharbour or the Hunting Grounds, he also felt like this wasn't Oblivion, he just couldn't place where he had ended up, the place felt warm and filled with light, it made his mind calm down after the torture he had experience just moments ago.
The sensation felt oddly familiar.... like he had been here before once in the past but no memory came to mind, he was starting to worry when he heard a voice- no, heard wasn't the right word, he felt a voice resonate trough him.
"Oh how they have butchered you, my child...." A deep voice filled with warmth and sadness came to him, a entity that seemed to cradle his very being was now in his presence, and he was all too familiar with it, how could he not, this very presence was his creator after all.
He let himself relinquish in the attention of his father, he had only felt him this close since the first time he claimed the soul of a dragon, the time he opened his dormant blessing, after that the connection had dimmed, but he still felt him in his very core, specially when he prayed. He did not care of where he was or how broken his soul was, he simply wished to stay here with his maker.
"That cannot be, my child, how id wish it could be that way, for you to remain here, with the souls of your siblings until the end of times, for you to finally rest, but you won't be safe here." What does that mean? Why couldn't he stay here? He wated to stay! It wasn't fair!
"I know how you feel my child, i too am saddened by this situation, but your soul belongs to many and as i stand right now, i can't protect you, i even had trouble getting your soul out of the fangs of those beasts, and even then your soul did not go unscathed. Had i been at my most it would be no problem, but even after all this time i am still not able to regain all my power from creating Mundus." So it was his own fault that he couldn't stay with his father? Had he not accepted so many help from others he could have stayed here? That's.....
"Please my child, don't blame yourself for this situation, the quest you were given was hardeous enough, not to talk about the ones that came after, Alduin was my fisrtborn and a part of me all the same." Still... what would he do now.
His father sensed his worries and spoke. "Do not fret my child, i may not be able to protect you, but i can make it so you sustain no further harm." At that he felt a powerful essence surround him, powers of magnitude which he couldn't even dream of. "I shall give you one more gift my child, live a life of peace and ignorance in this land and when the time comes i will come to bring you back myself, you will not remember any of this, but i will."
A promise, that was a promise betwen himself and his creator, and he knew he wouldn't lie to him, he felt the space around start to give out when he heard the sound of explosions coming somewhere, he felt the light of his father dim.
"They have breached the gates of Aetherius...." The voice of his father sounded annoyed but maybe it was his imagination as he started falling into unconsciousness, the magic seemed to waver with the explosion as it became increasingly unstable. His father quickly adressed him.
"My child i must send you now, your body will be in a strange state and you may suffer trough even more hardships, but remember, i will always watch over you." As his soul started to stretch to slip trough the crack Akatosh had formed for him, he felt the crushing gaze of various beings before his mind finally gave out.
In a world eons away from that place, a group of students had discovered a coffin that was dripping blood.