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Skyrim: The Snow Prince (an Elder Scrolls Fanfic)

Akatosh, also known as Aur-I-El the Falmer God, and Dragon God of Time; felt a disturbance in the veil of Atherius and Mundus. After inspecting this Space-Time anomoly he found a Mortal Soul, a Human of 20 years of age, he was nothing special but when Akatosh peered into this Mortal's mind he saw his memories. Learning that Atherius, the Et'Ada, himself, the Aedra, Daedric Princes, Oblivion, Mundus and Nirn were all apart of a fictional game universe known as the Elder Scrolls series, he did not know what to do. But Mara, Kyne and the other Aedric Gods of the Pantheon he ruled over conversed with him. Being convinced that the Mortal, whose soul he still held in his hands, could better the chaotic future of Nirn that were apart of the Mortal's memories, Akatosh/Aur-I-El chose to reincarnate the Human Mortal into the body of a 7 year old Falmer (Snow Elf) boy, via changing and altering the Timeline, causing a Dragonbreak as a result of creating two uncorrupted Falmer that should have never existed in the original timeline. 12 years before the events of the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim takes place, and Alduin's return from his supposed eternal banishment into the Current of Time thousands of years ago at the hands of the three Nord Hero's. A beautiful Snow Elven woman ran with her young son, trying her best to escape from their Imperial and Thalmor pursuers, having little choice, she lured the pursuers away as her son fell unconscious, only to awake co fused at where he was as memories of his past life flooded his mind. Looking at his body, he knew should his identity be revealed, especially to any Nord, he will be killed. With a prayer to Aur-I-El and Akatosh and all the Divines, he would journey throughout all of Nirn doing his best to learn and become strong enough to prevail against the trials that lay before him. But he also wants to help his people, as he too is now a Falmer, to cure his twisted and corrupted race to the once proud Snow Elves they once were while also ensuring the defeat of two God like beings. Alduin, the Band of Kings, the World-Eater, Firstborn of Akatosh, and as Aspect of Akatosh the Dragon God of Time. And... Miraak, the First Dragonborn (Dovahkiin). But what lingers in his mind is one thing... "Am I the Dovahkiin?" ... ... ... I do not own the cover image (show proof of ownership if you want it removed) or the Elder Scrolls Series. I will never drop this fic, updates will be slow at first but as I complete more of my other fanfics, I will post daily chapters. This fic will be expected to reach 500 to 1500 chapters. I hope for your continued support as I post more and more chapters. The mc of this fic will be similar to my mc of my Star Wars: Rise of Mandalore fanfic, Adrian Hawke. My star wars fic also has skyrim universe mixed into it.

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Volume 1 - Chapter 31: Aftermath

Volume 1: Return of the Falmer

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"How is it?" The voice of Elika asked with a nervous expression alongside Cirilla.

I got of the table I rested on during the whole operation, the slight tingling pain was still felt throughout my nervous system.

"It'll do." I replied as I flexed my left hand, testing out my new appendage.

Upon our return to Nirn from Apocrypha, and getting enough rest, I tried to see if there was anyone in the Imperial City or any kind of spell I could learn that would be able to restore my left limb, that Miraak had severed from my body.

Unfortunately, something that is of that level is something that only Grandmasters of the School of Restoration can acomplish.

And only a handful of beings in this world are capable of such a feat, baring the Gods of course.

Sadly those powerhouses of Nirn are too dangerous too approach in a million years.

The Nerevarine, who is currently traveling and exploring the continent of Akavir after he had attained CHIM.

Divayth Fyr, who I would have no way to convince him to regenerate my arm.

A living Dragon, only Paarthurnaax would be willing, but even then Paarrhunaax, despite what many players know of him from the game, is not willing to converse so simply. There is a very low possibility that he would kill me if I met and converse with him incorrectly and say the wrong words to convince him to spare me.

Manimarco, yeah no. The Worm God is a big no in every reality.

The Psijic Order, the same with Divayth Fyr, I wouldn't be able to convince them or even be able to encounter them at all.

In the end I, Elika and Cirilla had ended up helping to construct a Dwemer mechanical arm.

I did make the aesthetic improvements to it. I'm not going to walk around with a Dwemer looking arm.

Cirilla had been against that idea and wanted to create something else.

What suprised me was how she directly confronted me about being a Falmer and having known all along.

She brought up the past of the Dwemer with my race but I shrugged it off saying I don't care about such grudges if it means I can get my limb back.

She gave me back the Talisman she had given me a year ago.

I was suprised I lost it but said she found it when she was wandering the streets of the city.

I was certain I had it when I confronted Ancano though?

"That's not what I mean! How is your arm? Does it hurt?"

"What arm? All I have is a stump and now this device is attached to it."

The mechanical arm had many improvements made to it using my past life knowledge.

Fortunately I had a National Diploma in science in my past life so it came in handy when making the arm.

I made sure to place many Dwemer Animunculi sensors in the form of miniature circles on the end of the Dwemer arm.

These sensors would sit and align perfectly onto of the place where each vein and artery would be, as well as all the coresponding nerves.

Naturally the body has millions of nerves and more, but the sensors would like the appropriate nerves with veins of my left arm stump.

I had to conduct some programing with the sensors by using it on my left hand and moving the fingers about so that the sensors could simply be mirrored to replicate the same nerve point programing but for the left hand.

This might seem impossible and complicated for me to do, especially since no player would think this is possible but it was already achieved by the Dwemer.

The Dwemer had meticulously thought of every scenario that their machines would face and designed 4 Tests for their Dwemer Animunculi which is the core of all Dwemer machines to function upon.

Test of Pattern - Requires the observer to examine and analyse for patterns before he acts with the understanding that many patterns are subtle and hidden.

Test of Disorder - Requires the observer to proceed systematically when no pattern is perceived. When the observer recognises that many things must be done and in no specific order all things to be done and upon doing a thing, to recall how and when that thing has been done.

Test of Evasion - Requires the observer to examine the obstacle and to compare his resources and abilities. If the obstacle is too difficult, seek for a path around the difficulty.

Test of Confrontation - Requires the observer to examine the obstacle and to compare his resources and abilities. If the obstacle is too difficult, seek for a path around the difficulty. But if no path can be found, confront the obstacle directly.

Thanks to this and for Cirilla, who somehow miraculously using her so-called "connections", acquired Dwemer schematics of previously captured and researched Dwemer machines.

I had been able to create my own Automaton servant and used a altered version of the 4 Dwemer Tests to program it into the mechanical arm.

I made it so that I can detach the arm at any moment should the need call for it, but also I planned ahead and made it so that the arm would expand and open up in order to "grow" with my size and physique as I age.

That wasn't too hard since I did a similar 3D project in my past life and seen many cool artworks online that gave me insight to achieving this.

However, I lacked the ability to give the Dwemer servant the appropriate level of sentience it required, otherwise it would be another empty husk like the other Dwemer machines.

I want my Automaton to be able to talk and actually communicate with its own independent thoughts.

But I'd need to create a Shout to achieve and that is months or years away depending on how quickly I can comprehend the Words of Power.

After that it's as simple as getting a Dwemer Worker Spider's Soul Gem or to get a Petty soul gem and get the soul of a Domesticated Lesser Creature's soul and using that as the Automaton's Soul Gem instead.

If a Lesser of Black Soul is required to make it work, I have no idea. I guess I'll need to wait until I can find out.

"You shouldn't direct your anger towards her. She's only showing her care for you." Cirilla said scolding me for my harsh tone and choice of words.

"And why shouldn't I be?! You have any idea what it feels?!" I yelled back.

Back in my past life, being born disabled or becoming one later in life is not a uncommon thing.

I know that many others had gone through far worse than me, simply losing an arm.

But the feeling is there, I had lived my first life from birth to death with both my hands, and now in my second life, living in a world with God's and one where mortals can weild unparalleled dominion over the forces and laws of Reality, only limited to Lorkhan's divine Sphere of Limitation and Death.

Losing a single limb had caused me to become more on edge and stressful, especially with how close death had almost claimed me.

If anything in Apocrypha was delayed, I would have died.

I can't even begin to imagine what Miraak would have done to my soul had he Soul Trapped it inside that Soul Gem.

Every night for the last 3 months since that ay I had been waking up from Nightmares of my encounter with the First Dragonborn.

"No, I don't know what it feels like. None of us do. But that doesn't mean we aren't trying to help comfort you through it."

"And?! You've no idea what I need?! I don't need comfort! Not when such things don't matter in this world!"

"You need to calm down and think rationally." Cirilla said in a neutral voice, despite me raising my voice again and again.

"Don't tell me what I need! Who do you think you are, my Mother?! You dont have the right to tell me to do something! You've no idea!"

"Siv!" Elika called out, I turned to face her...

*slap*

A stinging pain ran through my face as the anger left me and I processed what happened.

I was about to say something but I halted when I heard silent sobs coming from my right.

Turning to the side I saw Cirilla softy sobbing before she turned and left my underground laboratory without another word.

I didn't know what to say at that moment as I only tried to calm my nerves from everything that was happening.

Has the PTSD, the adrenaline, fear, stress, tensions, exhaustion and sleep deprivation really pushed me this far over the edge?

The answer to my idiotically obvious question was yes, but I could barely think properly even though I knew the answer already.

I looked toward Elika who only had a disappointed look on her face before leaving the laboratory to catch up either Cirilla.

I'm becoming to focused in my experiments and preparations for the events that will take place in Skyrim less than a decade from now that I'm changing as a person.

Who am I?

Am I still me from my past life or will I change.

It's ironic...

"You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." I muttered to myself before going to get some much needed rest.

I need to calm down, and think things through.

So much has happened in the last 3 months that I couldn't do anything actually productive other than making my new arm and some minor tasks.

Ever since leaving Apocrypha, Rella had accused the Thalmor of kidnapping and threatening her family.

Naturally, since the Aldermeri Dominion were stronger than the Empire currently, since the latter was still recovering from the recent war with the former, they couldn't do anything about it.

Howver, Cirilla had manipulated things behind the scenes to the point that it allowed Rella more power and influence over the Imperial Court and forced the Thalmor to give the Blueprints back to Elika, Cirilla and I of the Magus Sensor.

When I asked Cirilla how she did it, all she told me was that her family helped her and left it quite ambiguous.

I tried using my Grimoire to investigate her but it still showed the same things as before. That if I investigate and probe to much into her past, she will disappear and I'll never meet her again. The only time she stayed by my side was if i didn't investigate into her background which resulted in her helping me to confront Arch-Curate Vyrthur at the Chantry of Auriel in the Forgotten Vale.

She had entered the room and gave a letter that frightened the Thalmor who could only grit his teeth in anger and left. A day later they gave the Blueprints and the Magus Sensor itself back to us at the Academy.

I know they made a copy of the Blueprints, good thing i never kept the real Blueprints at the academy and always carried it on my person.

That meant they had the fake Blueprints all along ever since they first stole them.

It didn't take more than a month for us three to complete the Magus Sensor in its entirety.

As a safety measure, I used a Shout I had been learning for that day so it prevents any being other than us from trying to analyse and comprehend it, when looking at the Magus Sensor. Thus, making it so none can ever copy and analyse it for themselves to replicate.

Additionally, I had sold many of my failed experiments to the Academy which would barely help them to develop the Empire's power before I attained my own military force to conqour Cyrodiil.

Furthermore, Elika had been able to convince her parents to give a sizeable sum of money to me for having saved her yet again.

Kibren agreed completely while Rella was initially curious and wanted to know more about me and even asked to meet me in person.

I only did so when I was certain that my disguise wouldn't fail, Cirilla found out and demanded to come along with me?

It was odd but I allowed it. She was the one that gave me the Talisman originally that helped disguise me even within the Magic Academy, so a non magic user like Rella would be easy to fool.

We met and I limited my responses while Elika was nervous as I was essentially meeting the person that killed my mother a few tears ago.

Also, in Apocrypha didn't it say in the report I was a second kill target for her?!

After that stress and tense meeting I got a large chest of gold.

Fuck, Nobles are stacked for cash!

And the last thing I needed was the sudden news a few days ago that I received from Na'shi and my Khajiit Spies was that Keening, one of the Tools of Kagranac, was currently being transported through Cyrodiil to Morrowind!

Goddammit!

The defenses on the transport is too much for me and my Khajiit subordinates to handle right now.

I can only watch Keening slip through my hands!

As for the present...

I'll go to sleep and rest, then tomorrow I'll go to the Black Market in the slums of the city.

I need more resources, and hopefully something good will appear in this months auction.

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this is one of 2 filler Chapters just to help wrap things up before the major events begins.

just a time skip if you want to think that way.

also I hit Grandmaster in For Honor on PlayStation!

i could have done it sooner but I never really got invested into it.

those that don't know, Grandmaster is basically the Top 100 in the world independent on each platform.

a YouTuber Havok was fighting Grandmasters and fought one and posted it on YT, the one he fought is a friend of mine and its hilarious when I found out he was Grandmaster all along since I always win with my main character. so I'm Grandmaster too now!

also sorry bout delay, webnovel gave this tepid recomendation thing that is blocking the written tab so I had to spend few days trying to figure out how to get around it and publish a chapter.

oh yeah, ps - in my spare time, when I'm searching for a game while in the loading/que screen. I've been recently writing a "Birth of the Demonic Sword" fanfic.

Birth of the Demonic Sword is a great Cultivation novel and one of the only ones I'll recommend. People would probably say Battle Against The Heavens or other ones, but Birth of the Demonic Sword is interesting, isn't 10,000 chapters worth of explanation of cultivating. has a simple to understand system of advancement, powers, Spells, Techniques, Cultivation levels and easily memorisation of the factions in the world.

has good world building and exploration that makes you actually feel like your exploring the world itself.

I listened to the ehole thing as an audio book of the chapters posted on other websites and read whole thing in one week.

it's git 2237 chapters roughly and I highly recommend it, my favourite arc is around 600 and 1200 where major events happen.

it's a great read, and I got inspired by seeing ither fanfucs of Attack Against The Gods and Battle Through The Heavens and wanted to find a Custom Made Demon King, Overlord of Blood and Iron and/or Birth Of The Demonic Sword fanfics but there never was one.

so I might post it in a while, unlike the 2237 chapters, mine will have changes and some interesting diverge of the original while staying true to the roots and making it like a few hundred chapters. updates will be either multiple a week or one or two a week if your willing to put up with the wait of the most unreliable author-sama Kinght_Riku!!!!