Fan: The End

The End is a Fan Fiction Novel by Skyrimmaster23

This Fan Fiction is a prequel to The Other Adventurers

Chapter 1: Poet
'''17th of Hearthfire, 4E 205 '''

'''It all started the day Poet was visited by The Nine Divines. ''' It was a beautiful sunny day in Windhelm, Poet decided to take a stroll around the newly upgraded city, with Vahl’s daughter Sofie, Vahl and Miraak were currently in Cyrodiil for the Elder Council, being the High Queen of Skyrim she had to represent Skyrim in the Council, and Miraak only went with her for two reasons, Cyrodiil had the best bars in all of Tamriel and he was bored. Poet always found it funny, that after all the racism from Nords towards Dark Elves that a Dark Elf herself would eventually become the High Queen. Poet and Sofie were originally being escorted around by a couple of Windhelm guards, Sofie being the Princess and Heir to the throne and all, but Poet told them that she could handle it if either of them were attacked. In fact 2 days after Vahl was elected High Queen, there was an assassination attempt on her life, Sofie’s and Ma’isha’s, Vahl’s other daughter, done out of hatred by the Dark Brotherhood, no doubt.

When they returned home, Poet walked into the house, Serana was upstairs tending to her garden. When Poet met Serana, she hated her, with a passion, that’s why she’d disappeared the time Vahl had been with her, she just couldn’t handle the fact that her best friend was with the same species as the monsters that killed her family, her parents and her younger sister Eleanor, so when she heard that Vahl was launching assault on the mansion where he lived, she couldn’t help but come and join the fight. When Harkon was killed 3 years ago Poet decided that she could maybe trust Serana after something she said to her, I am nothing like my father after that she knew she could trust her.

Poet walked into the inner house, Tauriel was cooking dinner for the family, she always does that, Ma’isha was playing with her rabbit, Frea was upstairs practice fighting the mannequins and Vath was passed out on the floor, and the funny thing was, it wasn’t the first time, Poet knelt down to him “hey, drunk,” she said as she shook him “hey, you’re setting a bad example for the kids” Vath didn’t respond, she rolled him over and slapped him across the face, his eyes jolted open, “OW!!” he yelled “next time you want to pass out, do it in your bed” she said as she got up off her knees, Vath closed his eyes “BED!” she said sternly “fine” he said as he got up and walked upstairs, nearly missing falling down them.

“DINNER!” Tauriel yelled as everybody rushed to the table for a wonderful feast that Tauriel cooked, Beef Stew, Baked Potatoes, Bread, Apples, Cheese, Chicken and for dessert, Apple Pies, Sweetrolls and Honey Nut treats. “This is delicious” said Ma’isha “Thank you” Tauriel replied, “now shall we pray to the Nine…” everybody held hands, except for Serana, she had already told everybody that she didn’t believe in them, she didn’t doubt there existence, she was visited by Arkay himself when she died, she just didn’t believe they could ever help her “O Nine Divines continue to watch over us and guide us through our times of need.” Said Tauriel then everybody dug in.

It was late at night; everybody was in bed now, except for Poet; who was working in her workshop, trying to make her new machine, she called it The HDR, to work. Near Midnight she decided she had to sleep, so she quenched the fire in her workshop, turned out the newly developed electronic lights she made and said “goodnight Daxius” “Goodnight Mistress” he said back at her. She carefully walked upstairs, trying to avoid waking anybody and went into her bedroom, she got into her Underclothes and went to sleep under the warm covers, then she dreamt…but she wasn’t sure if it was actually a dream.

05:29, July 11, 2014 (UTC)

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She was in a very large room, with pure white walls with nine windows depicting people, below the window there was a throne, one under each window in a semi – circle shape, there were 6 normal thrones, 2 slightly bigger thrones and then 1 large throne, sitting in the 6 thrones were 2 woman and 4 men, and then in the 2 larger ones there was a man and a woman and in the largest throne there was a man, he was were a long multi - coloured robe, it had light greens, orange, reds and whites. He had a long white beard and his face seemed kind of, well scaly, he said. “Hello Poet, I am Akatosh, God of Time and Chief Deity of the Nine Divines. And we need your help.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“By the Nine…You – You’re the Nine Divines, Akatosh, Mara, Julianos, Arkay, Stendarr, Diabella, Kynareth, Talos and Zenithar” “Yes, thank you, we know our names” said the man on the left 2nd biggest throne “You’re Talos, God of War and Governance…you know you’re really big here in Skyrim” said Poet “I’m big everywhere” said Talos “Talos, you’re not as big as your own ego” said the woman on the right 2nd biggest throne, “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself, I am Mara, Mother Goddess and Goddess of Love and Fertility.”  “Quiet!” Said Akatosh “back to the conversation at hand, we need your help” “why would the all-powerful Nine Divines need my help?” asked Poet “because, you know of the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon, correct” Said Akatosh “Daedric Prince of Destruction, Revolution and Terror, what about him?” asked Poet. “Yes, he was, But now he is the only remaining Daedric Prince.” “But how is that possible, isn’t there 16 more?” asked Poet “not anymore, he killed the rest of the Princes using some kind of new weapon he discovered and stole their power.” “So you’re saying that one of the most dangerous Daedric Princes now has the power of 17 Supernatural forces,” “and the power to destroy the world, and if you and us don’t stop him…he will destroy all of Nirn. <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Poet woke up to a shake, her vision was blurry, all she saw was a blur of brown hair, when her vision cleared she saw the most beautiful, vibrant blue eyes she had ever seen, “Areum, you’re here, I thought you were in Whiterun” Poet said, “I arrived early this morning, I wanted to surprise you” Areum said with a smile on his face, Poet got up out of bed, and kissed him, she looked up gazing into his beautiful Ocean Blue eyes, she’d almost forgotten about her dream, was that all it was, a dream, she decided not to dwell on it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Poet walked downstairs, holding hands with Areum, at the bottom of the stairs, there he was, the man from her dream, Akatosh. “What are you doing here!?” she said, Areum looked at her strangely, “I told you, I finished my work in Whiterun” “not you, him” she pointed towards the man “Poet, there’s no one there, are you sure your feeling alright?” he asked her “I’m – I’m fine, just still a bit tired” they continued walking down the stairs, passing right through Akatosh, as if he were a ghost, Poet looked back and he was gone.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Poet walked up the steps to the Palace of the Kings, to meet with the Newly appointed Jarl of Windhelm, Vahl’s husband Farkas, she had been there numerous times when Vahl was elected, though she was the High Queen, Windhelm still needed a Jarl, and since Ulfric was kicked off the throne and was now the Janitor, Vahl decided to make her Husband the Jarl. She walked inside the great doors; there sitting on the throne, wasn’t Farkas, but his daughter Ma’isha. “Are you the new Jarl of Windhelm, Ma’isha?” Poet asked him “oh yes, I am the new Jarl” she said, while laughing, “Fine, do you know where your father is?” asked Poet “he’s in the War Room, preparing for the assault on the Thalmor” Poet walked towards the door, she heard Farkas talking to Galmer Stone – Fist. “We’re going to storm the fortress, no prisoners, find the captives and take them back to Windhelm, Farkas noticed Poet in the doorway, “Poet, what are you doing here?” Farkas asked “can I speak to you…alone” Poet asked, Farkas waved his hand and Galmer and the Guards left the room, “What would you like to speak about,” “well, I had a – “Poet stopped mid - sentence as Farkas began to glow a bright blue, and so did Poet, she knew what this blue light was, she designed it, and then suddenly they disappeared

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">They reappeared, in a very large room, with large windows, there was Dwarven technology everywhere, gears and pipes, they were standing on a pedestal in the middle of the room, with a sort of bridge spanning across to a door, outside the windows were stars. “What just happened?!” asked Farkas. “You were beamed,” said a voice from behind them, Poet turned around and there sitting in the captain’s chair…was Vahl “I knew I knew that light, that’s the Beaming Technology I designed for the ship, were on The Rthamaz, aren’t we” Poet said, “you are correct, we are” Vahl said with a very serious and dark face “and we have a very dangerous problem”