Blood Of AkatoshRayne yanked Martin along, dodging past Daedra, and cutting down any she could not evade. He stopped her, as they both laid eyes on the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon himself. They both backed up, and Martin tugged her shoulder, forcing her to face him.
"We're too late Mehrunes Dagon is here. The barriers from the Dragonfires, protecting us from Oblivion, are gone!"
Rayne looked puzzled.
"Can we not cast him back to Oblivion?" she spoke, not realizing how insane that sounded. Martin shook his head.
"I don't see how. Mortal weapons may hurt him, but now that he is physically in Tamriel, they have no power to actually destroy- him."
Rayne's eyes fell to the Amulet of Kings. "What about the Amulet?"
Martin thought about it for a moment, his eyes widening with recognition.
"Wait. Yes, the Amulet was given to mortals by Akatosh it contains His divine power But how to use this power against Dagon? The Amulet was not intended as a weapon."
-Road to Recovery- Chapter 1: Colorless-Road to Recovery- Chapter 1: Colorless3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Humankind has many names for us.
Beings that can only be seen...or heard by a single person...
Those who -can- see us are branded insane, force fed lies that tell them they are mentally ill.
You're just sick" they say... "You'll get better..." they say...
Get better from what?!
It is we that keep them company. It is we, who offer our strength when they need it.
It is we...who stand by their side...when all others have abandoned them.
We...are -not- the sickness that needs treatment, we are the road to recovery.
And more often than not...we are the ones that save them.
A young woman walked at a slow, steady pace, hand trailing along the rusted railing that kept those that are clumsy from falling into the icy waters on the other side. The sky had gone dark, and with it went the sounds of life and the colors of existence.
She walked the same lonely path she always did stepping first from the door of her home, and walking down to