[SKYRIM]: The Name of Time - Miraak & Female Dragonborn Fanfiction - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

At first, Miraak thought she would be an easy kill. He wanted her dead just as much as she wanted to kill him. But there was something odd. She might have barged into Apocrypha and started the fight, yet he could tell that all of her attention was not for him. She was rather looking for something else, clearly showing that his death was not in her best interest.
His victory was close when he disarmed her. But she kept on fighting him empty-handed, not even bothered using her spells. After a few hits from her bare hands— thrusts of palm to be exact— only then he noticed he was lost. He was knocked out before he even figured out why.
Then came the darkness which he was too familiar with. The first Dragonborn was beginning to think Hermaeus Mora finally engulfed his soul. His plan to set himself free failed because of her.
Darkness always found its way to mislead emotions, especially ill ones; anger became wrath, fear became terror, resentment became hatred. Within the unknown, one will be lost. Miraak was lost too when he thought he'd die until he heard a sweet sound that ringing in a distance. Someone was singing. Her angelic voice drew closer as he regained consciousness. Miraak opened his eyes, finding himself lying on a bed inside a room. No darkness around yet his misled emotions remained. He still hated her.
The soft breeze that flew through the open windows touched his bare face. His mask was nowhere to be found. He tried to get up but his body was limp. Miraak did not find any wounds at all, neither was a trace of a fierce battle that had happened. This led him to one question: how could he walk the mortal realm while he had failed to kill the last Dovahkiin?
While trying to gain control over his body, the memories repeated themselves inside his head "I was shouting Thu'um that disarmed her. How could she possibly defeat me without weapon and magic?" he grumbled, finally managed to sit up. He turned his head, looking out of the window to see the source of the soft voice that awoke him. He saw the very person he wished to kill again—the last Dragonborn—who happened to tend her garden of flowers.
As if she knew someone was watching her, the last Dragonborn turned her head to Miraak. To his surprise, the last Dragonborn smiled then continued her gardening for a while.
"This is it. I can kill her now while she is not looking." He thought. But he could not let out any shout that he used to do. The Magica vein inside his body also rejected his order to conjure any sort of magic. He then realized that his power was somewhat locked. Inaccessible.
*Two days earlier*
Right after the battle ended, both Dragonborns were thrown to the mortal realm outside of Apocrypha. Ammra found herself in Miraak's temple, next to the Tree Stone. She gazed at his unconscious body for a moment, thinking of what to do to him.
She clearly remembered the slavery and mass mind control he did to the people of Solstheim. It would have been easier to kill him while he was unconscious. "Is this the only possible way?" she thought while positioning a blade above his chest.
She was ready to thrust it any moment and the evil First Dragonborn will be gone forever. What she sought would be achieved. However, Ammra halted. Something within her did not sit right. Strangely she couldn't bring herself to end his life.
She kneeled next to him with her eyes watching intently. Her attention then fell on his mask. "What's behind this strange mask?"
When her bare hand touched the mask, she saw it; the cluster of black tentacles with many eyes. She could almost sense how they moved, whipping and straggling as Miraak did his best to endure. Now she felt how he was tortured. And the moment she removed the mask, the elder Dragonborn instantly gasped for air and opened his eyes as if he was awakened from a terrible nightmare. He gripped one of her hands. Their eyes met. The younger Dragonborn saw a glimpse of life, a soul that begged for help. A tear rolled down from his eyes and he went unconscious again.
*Present Time*
As soon as she finished gardening, she cleaned herself then entered his room.
"I knew you would not die that easily," Ammra said calmly while pulling a seat and sat in front of Miraak. They were just a meter away from each other. In a brief moment, the thought of strangling her to death passed his mind but it suddenly wiped away as he felt her hand touching his bare chest. "Except for some internal wounds that I made; another vital part of your body seems fine." She said while staring into emptiness, trying to examine his internal body.
As the highest dragon priest, nobody was worthy enough to be this close to him, let alone touching his skin. What she did was insolent. Agitating. But when her hands gently slid down to examine the area of heart and lungs, Miraak held his breath for several seconds. He couldn't help but admit that her touch was soothing as she conjured a healing spell for him.
"Yep. That's for now." She said, pulling away her hands. "I will prepare dinner and the bath. I am sure you are hungry. You can eat mortal food, right?" Miraak just glared to which she ignored. "We are leaving Solstheim tomorrow." She added then walked out of the room.
Hours passed. He remained seated until finally decided to stand on his feet. The sound from the next room drew his intention. For someone who had spent thousands of years inside the Oblivion realm, it took Miraak sometimes to register what he saw and heard. Everything was unfamiliar and he still couldn't believe what's happening.
As he stepped out of the room, however, the sight even made everything became more peculiar. He saw his enemy cooking while putting on a cooking apron. She did not put on any sort of armor and she was cladded in a simple dress instead.
The Dragon Priest furrowed his brow, questioning if she was the same person whom he fought against. She looked more like a...housewife... than a warrior. Miraak unconsciously stared at her for few minutes straight without a blink.
Meanwhile, Ammra's hands turned a bit shaky because a pair of eyes followed her every movement. She couldn't believe she became nervous. She did not weaver when enemies laid a gaze of hatred on her during the battle, but what Miraak was doing gave her a strange new experience. "Is everything alright, Miraak?" she asked, trying to divert his attention.
He sternly asked, "What do you want of me?"
"Hmm...I am planning to talk about it right after you get your meal."
"Cut the nonsense!" he snapped. Seeing her calm posture somewhat triggered his anger. He knew he was to be the only Dragonborn that could walk in Tamriel and he still aimed for it. "Speak!" he snarled.
For a while, she seemed to think deeply before carefully saying, "I am abducting you from your master because I need your blood."
"Then why did you spare me? I could have killed you the next time I have a chance."
She smirked then continue chopping the leek. "By blood, I mean not killing you." With her hand busy working, it helped her get distracted from the doubtful thoughts.
She was working on a project. She knew there was no guarantee that her plan would be successful. And taking that man along had made the risk even greater. Her life would be at stake at any time. However, she prevailed. "I will make sure you will never have the chance to kill me. How are you Thu'um?" she teased in a laid-back tone.
Miraak grunted in silence. "I swear she will have an agonizing death." He thought. Hearing no answer, she just glanced at him for a split second then making a smile that she did not know made his heart skip a bit. Miraak instinctively turned away.
"I defeated you! So, you are my servant and obey me!" Duh! She thought. "What's so difficult in saying that to the person you almost killed?" she found a hard time being strict and stern. As the matter of fact, she never took hostage but alas her first one had to be Miraak. "Don't even think of running away. I cut your access back to Apocrypha." She tried to threaten him. "Let's put aside the past. You are with me without your power. So I will be in charge. If you do as I say, no one will get hurt." his reply was only silence and piercing gaze.
Even if the younger Dragonborn was calm and acted as if everything was normal, she was quite anxious internally. She had blocked his Magica vein so he wouldn't be able to cast any spell. And without his mask, his Thu'um could not be used—for some times—and he had no access to flee to Apocrypha. So, while Miraak was powerless, she must act fast and carried out her plan.
Ammra had been scolding herself ever since she put off his mask. It would have been easier to act cold and intimidating while he had his mask on. But alas, Ammra had seen what she could not unsee and forget.