Sundas, 1st of Sun's Dawn

Today once again a fine day. As I woke up, the sun was already shining.

"Boring as hell." I thought to myself.

Well, there is nothing to do here in Moonshadow, for a Daedra like me. Running around, picking flowers and fruits, staring at the waterfall and thanks Miss Azura for letting me be here.

It's dull I tell you.

Dull, dull, dull.

They said I'm a stupid little child to despite such paradise. Heh, grown-ups and their lectures.

How right they were.

I don't know how it happened, but when I successfully snuck behind Gengetsu and was about to shove this booming cactus up her ignoble butt, a Gate of Oblivion appeared and started to suck us in.

"Oh my god what the f..." she startled, not sure because of the ghastly appearance of the Gate or because the pulling force allowed me to unwillingly do what I intended.

Everything went dark. I was scared but then realised we Daedras are immortal.

When I woke up, again. It felt really wrong since I've never been waking up twice a day in my life.

That was a dark room, filled with bookshelves and if I could regain my wits, I would scream at the size of it.

I've never seen such room, perhaps due to the unfortunate fact that I've been always living in the nature. The feelings of being trapped, isolated inside a cage finally reached me.

Feels good man.

"So, you're the one responded to my summon?"

I jumped a litte, the voice was just from my back. Turned around, I felt relieved, it was only a girl.

She was sitting on her bottom uncomfortably, I think it was because she fall over.

Why am I so brilliant to point that out? Because I'm brilliant that's why.

No, actually, the table behind her was broken and some kind of transparently brown, hot liquid was all over her, causing the cloths to attach to the body revealing the very natural wonder of beautiful self-armor called "skin".

Also, what enormous bosom.

The girl tried to get up but her hand slipped, her face ungladly met the floor making an interesting noise. Now looking closer, I think I'm in a different world.
I mean, blimey, this dual-breast-wielder has purple hair!

I recalled what the grown-ups used to say: "I hope someone would summon me soon, I want to fight."

Oh yes, that was the dream of this very Daedra, escaping the dull paradise and joining the adventurous, lively, bloody battle of life and death.

I had to be refined and worthy of my lineage.

"Only a mage with certain skills could summon me to their aid. I ask of you, Miss Purple, are you my master?"

The girl didn't reply. How rude.

"Are you, by any chance, ignoring a Daedra? Speak, girl, or in the name of Azura I shall ask you again!"

Silence. Now, dear diary, you know that I'm not impatient or let such minor inelegances stir my heart. But this, this exact impoliteness got all the guards in Skyrim taken an arrow to their knees.

Also, I heard some Courier took a bullet to his head due to this.

But, I am refined and forgiving, so I only kicked her in the head. Just a little bit. I mean, I heard that doing that is fun (from the grown-ups of course).

Anyway, I was so furious I took the body (I found out she's not dead, she only passed out), put it on a solid platform, took all her clothes off (How did she get that kind of anatomy, she should be the enemy of all women who couldn't get laid), and placed as many book as possible on her.

She's lucky, when I was in Moonshadow I only had grass and leaves to prevent me from the death of cold.

Anyway, she didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon, so I took the liberty of examing the place.

Lots of book. The shelves are positioned very neatly to make paths between them. On the side of each shelf there is a note with arrows. However, a noble (I think, nobody said otherwise) Daedra such as myself couldn't dwell into commoners' education and learn how to read. I mean, blimey, I'm already so powerful and intelligent why would I ever need to read?

And this labyrinth of books doesn't have any way out, too. Mighty as I may be, I have to admit whoever built this is a genius.

There are several withered candles around, obviously they used to be lightning the room up before blown out.

How? Probably because of my summoning. To be able to summon me, though getting injured from overdoing it, this mage is not only powerful, but also desperately in need of my support.

Ok, I, [blank], in the name of Mistress Azura, shall lend you my power!

For some reason, I forgot my name.