A/N: Well, well, this is what being sick for three days straight drives me to!

I promised to write a Sheogorath/DB fan-fic so here it is! Enjoy! :D


The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Sheogorath and Lyssa - "Madness is Merry"


Location: Solitude
2
nd of Sun's Dawn
4:36pm

"You! You help people, don't you? Please! Won't you please help an old mad man?"

Lyssa spun around to the voice of an aging Wood Elf. Her blue eyes fixed on his pitiful expression. "Are you alright, Sir?" She said sweetly. "What's the matter?"

"Please! You have to help me find my master!" The black-eyed Wood Elf pleaded. "He has abandoned me! Abandoned his people. Our homeland is falling apart! North rages war against the South! The holy flame flickers and dies! And nothing I say can change his mind. Now he refuses to even see me. He says I interrupted his vacation! But it's been so many years…" He hung his head dejectedly. "So long…"

"Years?" The Dragonborn used her hands to motion him to calm down. "Calm down, Sir. Calm down. Um…" Lyssa took a moment to try to absorb whatever he had just spurted. "This master of yours… nobody takes a vacation for years. There must be some mistake."

"Oh no! No mistake at all! Really!" His eye widened. "He's been gone for so long. We need him back! But he won't listen to me. The last time I saw him, he was visiting a friend in the Blue Palace!" He pointed to it behind him. "But no one as mundane as the Jarl. No, no." He held up his hands, palms facing her, and shook them, further emphasizing it. "Such people are below him. He went into the forbidden wing at the palace, to speak with an old friend. Said it had been ages since they had last had tea."

The Redguard was confused beyond anything. How does one take a vacation for years? And go into a… forbidden wing of the palace… to have tea? "Sir, I don't-"

"Please help, miss," He looked at her with helpless eyes. "His homeland calls for him. His people miss him. He needs to come home. Won't you please help? Please get him back for us!"

Lyssa had never refused to help anyone before. She was always obliging and concerned for others. But this just seems a little… out of this world. This Wood Elf in front of her seemed dazed, if not, mad. But he looked so sincere. If he needed his master back, and Lyssa would be able to locate him, how could she refuse? The young Redguard produced a smile for him. "I will help you find your master, Sir."

His face lit up. "Oh thank you! Thank you very much!"

"How would I know who he is? What is his name?" She questioned. Lyssa would need a few more details if she was ever going to find this master of his.

"Oh well," The Wood Elf smiled. "He is a great man, but one rarely praised. He rules twin empires that span the length and breadth of our minds. All know him, but few can name him. But… he has forbidden me from naming him." He stated, unfortunately for Lyssa. "He says it distracts him and woe to those who draws his ire!"

"But how would I know who he is, Sir?" She asked.

"You will know him when you see him." The Wood Elf guaranteed her. "He is the one who made me like this!"

Lyssa narrowed her eyes. She did not know what to make of that.

"Oh!" He then exclaimed "I almost forgot! You'll need the hip bone. It's very important." He opened his satchel and, literally, and pressed a human hipbone into her hands. "No entering Pelagius' Wing without that."

Lyssa's jaw dropped at that; at both the hip bone in her trembling hands, and the mentioning of Pelagius' Wing.


Location: Pelagius' Wing, the Blue Palace

What started out as a causal visit to Solitude, just became a lot more interesting. After relating everything to Jarl Elisif and her steward, they had been sceptical. But Lyssa managed to convince them of how innocent the Elf appeared to be, and how she would be able to stop a threat if there was actually one. She then obtained a key to the wing, and entered the dusty room.

Lyssa was not the tough or violent type; her experience with blades was almost next to nothing. She was quiet, caring and if not, a bit naive, as far as anyone knew. She would only hunt with her father and older brother, hence she was quite good with a bow. Life was simple for her, until she, her brother and her father helped to defeat that dragon outside of Whiterun. One thing led to another, and she began her quest to defeat Alduin and rid the world of him.

With her father and brother's blessings, and a Glass Bow gifted to her by her father, she did the deed and returned home to her family in Dawnstar.

Since then, all she had done was travel. And her latest traveling led her here.

Inside Pelagius' wing, she covered her mouth and nose, not wanting the dust to attack her and give her the worst sneeze in her life. She journeyed into the second floor of the wing and only found more goblets, jugs, plates and… dust.

She decided to make her way to the walkway that connected this wing to another one supposedly. She was not even halfway through the walkway… when she felt a cold sensation, and she felt herself shift.


Location: The Mind of Pelagius Septim III

"OWWW!" Lyssa squealed when a thin layer of ice attacked her skin. She quickly realized that she was wearing a set of red-coloured fine clothes, as well as a silly hat. She removed the hat and glanced at it. Then, she glanced around. The sky was in a deathly shade of grey, the trees, flowers and bushes around her were dying. She also, noted the three stone doorways on each corner.

And in the middle of the stone doorways… was a tea party.

The table between the two men who were having the party had a lighted candlestick, plates of food, goblets, teacups and jugs. One man was sitting on a simple causal chair, wearing brown-coloured fine clothes. His long blonde hair was loosely tied with a band and he had slightly dark complexion. He looked rather dejected, as if his whole world had crashed in front of him.

The other man, however, was catching Lyssa's eye. He was sitting on a large throne and he had white chin-length hair and a light beard. There was a cane lying against the side of the throne. His outfit, well… that was interesting. The right half of his long-sleeved jacket was in a light shade of purple and the other half, in red. Underneath it was a little-pink cravat. His trousers were dark purple, but it had light purple-coloured swirls. He also had black boots and a thin belt.

"More tea, Pelly, my dear?" The multi-coloured top-wearing man asked, pouring another cup for himself.

"Oh, I couldn't. Goes right through me." The other man shook his head. "Besides, I have so many things to do…! So many undesirables to contend with: naysayers, buffoons, detractors… Why, my… my headsman hasn't slept in three days!"

Lyssa was a little frightened. She kept her distance, but was close enough to hear their conversation. She would wait until they were done and then maybe one of them could tell her how to return to the Blue Palace.

Processing to pick up his cup of tea, the white-haired man clicked his tongue, packaged with a wide and crazy grin. "You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius! What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? HA! Grow old?" He questioned. "You are the best Septim that's ever ruled! Weeell, except for that Martin fellah, but he turned into a dragon god! And that's hardly sporting..." He leaned against his throne and then began to dig into his memory. "You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair, mm hm! Marvelous time!" He grinned. "Butterflies, blood, a Fox and severed head... Ho ho ho, and the CHEESE!" He shouted. "…To die for." He then sighed in pleasure.

The blonde continued to remain dull. "Yes, yes… as you've said countless times before…" He hung his head. It would appear that hearing his company speak was giving him a headache.

The otherworldly man gasped, obviously offended. "Hafrumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I take my leave! A good day to you, Sir. I SAID good day!" In one gulp, he finished the cup of tea and tossed the empty cup to his side.

Crash!

"Yes, yes, Go. Leave me to my ceaseless responsibilities and burdens…" Then, the blonde disappeared into a purple-black giant ball that had seemed to swallow him.

With him gone, it was only Lyssa and the white-haired accented man. She was... a little intimidated by him, but what choice did she have? She wanted to go home. So maybe he could guide her? Hopefully.

She took slow steps to him, gripping onto the hat she had taken off. "Um, excuse me?" She almost whispered.

When that small voice was picked up by the man as he sat down on his throne, he was appalled "How RUDE! Can't be bothered to host an old friend for a decade or two!" He obtained his cane from the side of his throng and kept it on his lap.

Lyssa didn't know what to make of that. "Oh, I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

He had seemed surprised to hear that. "No, my dear! You weren't intruding! Ha, it was a joke!" He chuckled at her.

"Oh…" Although, Lyssa did not know where the joke was in that. "Um listen, Sir, I don't think I'm in the right place."

"Oh deary me! Looks like we have a lost little mortal!" He felt sorry for her. "Well, I apologize, lost little mortal but, I can't help you right now! My hands are tied!" He poured a cup of tea into a new teacup and picked it up. He then took a sip.

"… With what, Sir? I don't see you doing anything…" She said.

"I'M DRINKIN' MAH TEA!" He pointed out for her. "I think that classifies as 'hands being tied up'!"

Lyssa was getting tired of this. "Please, Sir. I was supposed to find this Wood Elf's master in Pelagius' wing, and I ended up here! Please tell me how to get back!"

He gasped in happiness. "Oh! A lost little mortal messenger! How excitin'!" He placed one leg over the other. "What kind of a message is it, dearest? A song? A summons? Wait, I know!" He held up one hand. "A death threat… written on the back of an Argonian concubine! HA HA HA! …Those are my favorites…" He sighed. "Well?" He glared at her. "SPIT IT OUT, mortal! I haven't got an eternity!" He then reflected about that, and then said, "Actually… I do. Little joke." He chuckled at her.

"I…" Lyssa was beginning to be terrified of this mad man. "I don't…"

"And who, exactly, told you to give me this message, dearest? WAIT!" He stunned her. "Don't tell me! I want to guess! Was it Molag? Little Tim, the toymaker's son, eh? No?" Lyssa could only stare at him. "The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, the talking grapefruit from PASSWALL! HAHAHA!" He laughed out loud. "Wrong on all accounts, aren't I?"

Lyssa nodded. "Yes."

"HA! No matter! Honestly? I don't want to know! Why ruin the surprise?"

"Surprise?"

"But more to the point, dearest mortal," He then stood up and walked towards her, intimidatingly, causing Lyssa to back up. "Do you… tiny… puny… expandable little mortal…" With each word, he got much closer to her, and she was frightened by his height. He was much taller than her. "actually think you…" He ran his hand past her cheek. "can convince me to leave?"

He continued to caress her cheek with his thumb and hold her gaze with his cat-like yellow-green eyes. Lyssa gulped. "I… never meant to imply… I just… needed to find this Wood Elf's master…"

"Now, now, dearest mortal!" He chuckled. "Why are you so frightened of me? I don't bite!" He assured. "Unless you bite me first, then I'll bite back!"

Oh dear. Please don't bite me! "Please, I just want to go home."

"Not when you haven't given me mah message, silly!" He chided. "Why else would I teleport ya here? So gimme mah message, before I tear it out of ya!"

"Please don't do that…" She gasped for air when he pulled away from her. "I was… asked to retrieve you from your vacation."

"Really?" He raised both eyebrows. "Retrieve me? From MY vacation? You would have to retrieve ME?" He looked appalled. "Oh, this makes me frown! And not in the good way!"

"I'm sorry if I… upset you, Sir, but if you are that Wood Elf's master, then you are the one I had to tell to come back." She said. "Your people need you to come back to your homeland."

"Hm…" He tapped his chin. "Are they now?"

"Yes," She confirmed. "So… will you go back?"

He gave her another crazy smile. "Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?"

Lyssa narrowed her eyes at that. "D-Daedra?"

He glanced at her. "Oh, silly little lost mortal messenger!" He chuckled. "Haven't you noodled it all yet in that little Redguard head of yours?" He tapped her forehead repeatedly. "Do you not realize, who you're dealin' with here?"

She massaged her forehead. "I… I don't know, Sir…"

"Oh, silly silly little lost mortal messanger!" He clicked his tongue, and then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he twirled his cane with his free hand. "I… am a part of you! I am a shadow in your subconscious. A blemish on you fragile little psyche." He used an index finger to tap her forehead – again, as he faced her again. "You know me." He spoke in a deeper voice, almost touched foreheads with her "You just don't know it…"

Once again, he had locked his eyes with her blue ones.

He smiled at her, and then took her hand. "Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness, love," He bent over to kiss her hand. "Charmed."

Lyssa widened her eyes at that. Nine Divines, she was face to face with the infamous Mad God! Why didn't that thought cross her mind? Mainly because she hadn't encountered a Daedric Prince before? Either way, she knew what this Prince was capable of. She knew of his unpredictable mood swings. How was she going to get out of this alive? She would rather face a Dragon Priest right now…

"Thank you?" She didn't know how to react. "So… will you leave?"

Sheogorath grinned at her. "Tell you what! Since you are such a pretty young thing, I'm going to leave."

"Really?" She asked.

"That's right, my silly little lost mortal messenger!" Lyssa didn't know about Sheogorath, but that nickname was beginning to become a mouthful. "I'm done! Holiday – complete! Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day…" He smirked at her. "On one condition! You'll have to find the way out first. Good luck with that."

"Way out?" She glanced all around. "But… but where are we?"

"You don't know? Well, let me tell you, love! Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind… of the Emperor! Pelagius the Third!" He introduced to her. "You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane MONARCH! HA HA HA HA!" He laughed manically.

"What?!" Lyssa exclaimed.

"Now, I know what you're thinkin': can I still reply on mah swords and mah spells and mah sneakin' and all that nonsense?" He looked at her. "Well, YOU CAN'T! Since ya don't have anythin'!"

"Could I please have my Glass Bow back? It was a gift from my father!"

"I have something even better for you, dearest mortal: THE WABBAJACK!" He exclaimed.

No sooner had he said that, something collided with her head. "OUCH!" She screeched. She looked on the ground: the grey-coloured staff had, what appeared to be three faces of different emotions: happiness, sadness and anger. She picked it up and looked at Sheogorath for an explanation.

"If you can cure dear Pelagius of his night terrors, his self-loathing, and paranoia, dearest mortal," He twirled a lock of her black with his index finger. "Then I'll leave! Until then, good luck! Ha, you'll need it!"

"But, but…" As he sat down on his throne, she was rendered speechless. She glanced at the Wabbajack, and then at each of the three stoned doorways. As he stated, if the both of them wanted to leave… she was going to have to 'cure the emperor's mind'. She dreaded for what was about to come.


Location: Dreams and Nightmares

"You've headed down the path of dreams. Unfortunately for you, Pelagius suffered night terrors from a young age."

Lyssa entered the Dreams and Nightmares section of Pelagius' mind and there was… a bed, where a younger Pelagius the Third was sleeping soundly, without a peep.

"All you need to do is find a way to wake our poor Pelaguis up! You'll find his terrors easy to repel… but persistent…" He added, with a hint of wolfishness in his accented voice.

"Terrors? What terrors?" She questioned out loud, but the Mad God did not give her an answer.

A wolf, an iron armor-clad bandit, a Hagraven, a Flame Atronach and a Dragon Priest later, sleeping Pelagius finally woke up, after getting hit by a bolt of red magic from the Wabbajack.

"Well! Now, THAT'S something to crow about!" Sheogorath's voice rumbled. "With Pelagius up and about, you've moving right along! You're doin' well, my little mortal! Keep it up!" He cheered.

"… Thank you?"


Lyssa made her way back to Sheogorath, who greeted her with a smile as he sipped his tea. "Self-loathing and paranoia are all that's left, right?"

"Indeed! So get a move on it, girly! Or we're BOTH stuck here!" He laughed.

Lyssa prayed that he was just joking.


Location: Self-loathing

"Ah, now this is a sad path." Sheogorath saddened just for that sentence. "Pelagius hated and feared many things: Assassins, wild dogs, the undead… pumpernickel!"

"Pumpernickel? What the-"

"But the deepest, keenest hatred was for himself." He continued. "The attacks he makes on himself can be seen here fully."

Lyssa was witnessing an oversized Imperial Soldier continued to 'hit' a mini Pelagius.

"They are always carried out on the weakest part of his fragile self. The self-loathing enhances Pelagius' anger! Ah, but his confidence will shrink with every hit. You must bring the two into balance!"

Listening intently, Lyssa knew just what to do. She released two bolts of magic on both mini Pelagius and the tall Imperial soldier. Pelagius became a giant, and the Imperial soldier became as small as an ant, unable to 'hit' Pelagius.

"Wonderfully done!" Sheogorath was pleased. "Pelagius is finally ready to love himself! ...and continue hating everyone else…" He added, but to Lyssa's despair.


Back with Sheogorath, Lyssa informed him, "The self-loathing is gone!"

Sheogorath gasped happily. "OH, I'm so HAPPY for ya!" He got up from his throne and cupped her cheeks, as well as her black hair. "My, what a BURDEN to have carried! But you've done it. You've conquered your own INNER DEMONS!" With that, he planted a big kiss on her cheek with a loud 'mwah!'. "Bravo! Bravo!"

Sheogorath's kiss almost paralyzed her as he continued to be proud of her. "Um… Sheogorath… I didn't… mean me…"

"Oh… Oh!" He realized his folly. "You meant… Pelagius…"

"Yes…"

"Oh…" He scratched the back of his head embarrassingly. "Well then. Same congratulations apply!" He put on his cheeky smile. "Just, you know… what you did for the insane emperor." He sat down on his throne once again. "Now, conquering paranoia should be a snap after all this, hmm?" He smiled at her.

She rubbed her cheek where he had kissed her – hard. "I guess…"


Location: Paranoia

Pelagius' paranoia was in the form of an arena where, in the battlefield, a Frost Atronach and a Storm Atronach were battling. Observing it, was Pelagius clad in Dwarven armor, and had two Dwarven-armored guards were guarding him.

"Oh! Good choice, mortal! Well, good for me, at least. I find everyone being out to get you so terribly entertaining. Although… you might find it less so…"

"I was afraid of that…" Lyssa muttered.

"You see, my love, Pelagius' mother was… well… let us say… 'unique'. Although, I suppose in the grand scheme of things, she was average for a Septim! That woman wielded fear like a cleaver! …Or did she wield a cleaver and make people afraid?" Sheogorath was uncertain. "I never get that part right! Oh, but she taught her son well. Pelagius learned at a very early age that danger would come from anywhere, at any time! Delivered… by anyone. The objective here is SIMPLE, you simpleton! Use the Wabbajack to defeat the enemy, while they do the same! Good luck!"

After turning each Atronach into all three kinds multiple times, Lyssa was at her wit's end. What now? How was she going to handle this?

She glanced opposite her, where Pelagius and his guards were. A thought came to her. Danger could come from anywhere, at any time and delivered by anyone, right? So she fired a bolt of magic at one of his guards, and they both turned into wolves, and attempted to attack Pelagius.

"Ho OH! I thought you'd NEVER figure it out!" Sheogorath then spoke, very satisfied with Lyssa's work. "With the threat gone, Pelagius is under the delusion that he is safe, which means you've helped him."

Lyssa sighed. "That's great!"

"…Sort off, actually,"

"Oh…" She frowned.


Lyssa finally made her back to Sheogorath, who was still drinking his beloved tea. He smiled upon Lyssa's presence in his sight. She gave him a small smile in return. "It's done. I've cured him."

"I know you did, little Lyssa!" He grinned. "And might I say, you are by far, the best Champion a demented Daedra can EVER have! Where have you been all this time?"

She smiled at that. "Well…" That was when his statement it her. "Wait. Champion? And how did you know my name?"

"My dear Champion," He sat his tea cup down onto the table and got up, cane in hand. "You were quite the interestin' mortal to watch! I mean, being the born dragon and all!"

"Dragonborn," She corrected.

"That's what I said," He informed. "Anyways, I liked what I was seein', love, and I knew," He took those slow steps towards her again. "I had to be part of it all." He spoke in a lower tone. "Unfortunately for me, being your Daedric Prince was the closest thing I could be. But no matter!" He ran another hand past her cheek. "Here we are, aren't we?"

"Y-yes…" She nodded.

Sheogorath held that wolfish grin. "Now, now, little Lyssa! Ya don't have to be afraid of me! I told you! I don't bite!"

"If you say so…" She said, almost a whisper.

"I DO say so!" He said. "Well, I guess I'm forced to honor my end of the bargain. You're free to go! UNLESS!"

"But you said-" She was silence when Sheogorath placed a finger over her lips.

"You have a cup of tea with me," He told her. "Come now! Don't be shy! It's my own recipe!"

Lyssa reluctantly picked up a cup of tea he had poured of her, and as did he.

"Cheers!"

"To madness?" Lyssa guessed.

"Oh, that's sounds wonderful!" He chuckled. "To you, dearest Champion."

She allowed herself to smile widely at that. "That's sweet, Sheogorath. Thank you." They tapped teacups and drank the tea down. "This is… pretty good. What's your secret?"

"Oh…" He could not possibly reveal it. "It's nothing big… just the intestines of a mad-driven Breton!"

Lyssa sprayed the tea to her side after hearing that.

Sheogorath arched an eyebrow. "… I was joking…"

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her fine clothes. "For my own sake, I hope you were…"

Sheogorath laughed at her. "No, seriously! I was joking. Really."

She shot him a dirty look, the best one she could muster.

He grinned at that. "I've often wondered how a quiet and naïve little thing like you ended up being the born dragon! Are you sure the Dragon God didn't go wrong somewhere?"

"If he did, he's realized his mistake too late…" She murmured, taking another sip. "Thank you for the tea, Sheogorath." She placed the teacup back onto the table. "But I think I need to head back now,"

"Now, now what's the rush?" He clicked his tongue. "Mah, alright. Pardon me, love, I must check to see if I'm not forgetting anything." He pulled the collar of his shirt. "Clothes? Check! Beard?" He rubbed his chin. "Check! Luggage?" … Luggage?" He called out. "Now where did I leave my luggage?" He glanced around.

Just then, a giant purple-back ball appeared out of thin air, and the old Wood Elf who had assigned her with finding Sheogorath, emerged from the ball.

"Master! You've taken me back!" He squeaked with joy. "Does this mean we're going home? Oh, happy times! I can't wait to-"

"Yes, yes." Sheogorath interrupted him. "That's quite enough celebration! Let's send you ahead, shall we?" With that, the Elf disappeared into the giant purple-black ball. He sighed and looked at Lyssa. "Well, it's back to the Shivering Isles…"

"You don't look so happy," She could tell.

"Ah, to be honest, love?" He caught her eyes again. "I had wanted to spend a little more time with you! You are such wonderful company!" He twirled another lock of her hair. "Lyssa… such a beautiful name! Did you know that 'Lyssa' means 'madness'?"

She narrowed her eyes at that. "What? No, it can't be!" She laughed.

"Hate to break it to ya, love, but it's true." Sheogorath said causally. "I knew there was another reason why I love being around ya! To have a name that represents everything I am! How PERFECT!" He cheered in happiness. "You're perfect! Stop being perfect!" He ordered her.

All Lyssa would do was giggle at his behaviour. If she knew better, she was beginning to enjoy being around him.

"I want you to have the Wabbajack, dearest Lyssa," He stroked her hair. "As a token of my…" He tried to search for the right word, but to no avail. "Oh, just take the damn thing!"

"Token of love?" She decided to try.

Sheogorath had actually liked the sound of that. "Yes… YES! LOVE! Yes, that's perfect, love! Love! Sure! Token of love? Why not? You deserve it!"

She giggled and glanced down at the Wabbajack. "Thank you, Sheogorath!"

"WAIT!" He halted her. "But only, ONLY… if you promise to stop by New Sheoth and have a strawberry tart with me!"

Lyssa raised an eyebrow. "I don't… think I would be walking Oblivion any time soon, Sheogorath…"

"Really? Well in that case, I'll just drop by and pick you up whenever I miss your soft little voice!" He concluded. "Because rest assured, love," Suddenly, Sheogorath grabbed her by the waist and suspended her body horizontally and held her ocean-blue eyes once again. Lyssa tried to hold herself by gripping his upper arms. "Now that I've finally met you, you will not get rid of me that easily. And neither will I let you go that easily. This isn't over, I assure you, little Lyssa. Not when madness… is in your name." With that, he kissed her on her cheek again and this time, it was gentle. With a feeling of passion in it.

Sheogorath brought her back to her feet and smirked, as he held her closer in his arms. "Take care, my little Lyssa."


Location: Pelagius' Wing, Blue Palace, Solitude

"OW!" Lyssa fell on her backside after being teleported back to Nirn. It then hit her that her had her Glass Bow back and well as her Steel Armour. No longer was she in Pelagius' mind. For a moment, she wondered if it was just a dream.

But those thoughts were dismissed the moment she spotted the Wabbajack next to her on the ground.

Lyssa smiled to herself and got to her feet, Wabbajack in hand. Admiring the three faces of the staff, she reflected back on Sheogorath's last words to her:

"This isn't over, I assure you, little Lyssa. Not when madness… is in your name.

Lyssa grinned to herself, holding the Wabbajack close to her. "Thank you, Papa, for naming me 'Lyssa'. I have a new friend now. And he owes me a strawberry tart."


A/N: Some material from chapter 25 and 26 of my other story, "Runaway With My Heart", but I'm pleased with how it turned out!

Songs of inspiration: "Madness" by Muse, and "Razor Sharp" by Collide ;) Do hear them!

No seriously, 'Lyssa' does mean madness. In Greek Mythology, if I'm not wrong.

Hope you guys like it too! Please review! :)