[SKYRIM]: The Name of Time - Miraak & Female Dragonborn Fanfiction - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

I have been flooded with questions about who attacked and kidnapped Miraak. Well, this
Standing by the Enchanting Table in Armory of Lakeview Manor, the brilliant man moved his practiced hand across the paper. From the spare lines of his charcoal came sweeps, swishes, and another calculation of two Magica fusion. And then, another. Miraak had been doing this for a few days by now, and he was under pressure.
"Are you sure you won't come along?" she asked and the man just nodded.
"Take your time. I'll be waiting here." He assured her.
Ever since the incident at the lake where his appearance turned exactly like her, Miraak had been quieter than usual and keeping everything to himself.
"Ok. Then I'll see you soon. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after." Ammra said.
"Wait." He called before she turned around. Miraak gently placed one palm on her head then leaned closer. The habit of sacramental life was still deeply rooted within the 5000-year dragon priest. He successfully made everything—especially between him and his dovah queen—felt sacred but surprisingly intimate at the same time. And this kiss was no exception. He took his time to look at her deep in the eye before placing his lips on her forehead, wishing her a safe trip, as if she would leave him to some sort of dangerous war. And Ammra couldn't help but sense the importance of this 'act' like some sort of solemn ritual. So soft and enchanting was his way to assert his intention.
As soon as her shadow disappeared from the sight, Miraak retreated to the manor and closed every door and window, making sure no way in or out. Something he kept secret from Ammra was he resuming the attempt to combine their Magica into the wedding rings. After the first incident, now he controlled her Magica better. But even so, Miraak did everything to make sure none of her Magica leaked out of the house. This was the very reason he sealed every exit.
This time the First Dragonborn began with inserting some amount of Ammra's Magica into a Soul gem sphere. This would take some time since it's not his own power. One little mistake, the external Magica would break the soul gem and he must start all over again. So, in the quietness of the steading, Miraak carried out the delicate experiment.
"Miraak..." he heard her voice echoing in a great distance.
It was no secret for a brilliant mage like him that someone's Magica would resemble its owner traits. The voice he just heard was coming from her power. Just like its owner, Ammra's Magica had an unpredictable resonance—a feeling you get when associating with a troublemaker. That's why it was trying to disrupt him.
"Miraak...do you get to the cloud district very often...?" she giggled when he was caught off guard. Then all of a sudden the sphere cracked and shattered to pieces in a mere second. A mild explosion with a gust of wind swept around the room, sending the Magica cluster away and hitting the mannequins.
He sighed because of his failure.
But all in sudden Miraak instinctively pulled away from the table to ready himself for any kind of attack when he noticed the mannequins started to rattle... and move! They turned their heads as if inspecting their surroundings, then studied their hands and bodies. The moment they stepped out of the pedestal and their feet touched the wooden floor, they transformed into Ammra—literally her! For the first time after 5000 years, Miraak regretted his decision to conduct an experiment alone.
By the Dragons!
Just like how once her Magica transformed him, now it also transformed those figures. Dozens of Ammras were standing before his eyes; some wearing armors that were previously attached., while some...well....starting to pull the table cloth nearby to cover her body, followed by sounds of falling things from the table.
"Miraak!" the nearest Ammra in jester costume cheered in joy. She flashed a wide smile and rushed to hug him. "Mineeee!!!" she cheered.
The lightning spell in his hands faded then slowly disappeared. The fake Ammra felt exactly the same as the real one. His heart started beating fast. Now his problem was he couldn't decide if these Ammras were enemies. Their appearance made him couldn't act harshly.
"Miraak!" suddenly others called out. The man held his breath in anticipation seeing them running closer with both arms open. The next thing he knew, the Jester Ammra yanked his body backward to shove him behind her small body. She hissed to the other Ammras.
"He is mine!" she squealed.
Fus Ro Dah...
A sharp silent gasp escaped his lips when he saw how the Jester Ammra was sent flying away across the room by the thu'um. Another Ammra shouted her from the rear. This new Ammra was cladded in a Deadric Armor. After she put off her helmet, Miraak saw a version of Ammra with sultry red lips and intimidating charm. When their eyes met, Miraak mustered every will he had to not sway by the illusion. The Daedric Ammra was so tantalizing.
"He is mine!" the Daedric Ammra haughtily said to the rest as she stood by him.
"Who you think you are?!" the Jester Ammra roared from across the room after she got to her feet and unsheathed her dagger. More sounds of unsheathed weapons were following after.
"Fine." The Daedric Ammra smugly smirked. "If death is what you want, I'll gladly grant it." then she also unsheathed her Daedric sword. "Stand behind me Miraak." She said softly.
Fus Ro Dah...
Daedric Ammra and Jester Ammra roared almost at the same time. Their thu'um clashed in the middle of the room, sending everything in their way flying all over the place.
"Attack!" a cry erupted from across the room. Soon those Ammra's were plunged into a battle against each other, unleashing their magic and combat prowess. The room shook in the explosion of their spells. Cries of metal filled the air when their weapons met.
Miraak—who was still dumbfounded by the sudden event—luckily managed to snap himself to senses and leave the room quietly. At the back of his mind, the former Dragon Priest knew he'd be damned if the real Ammra found out.
"Grounded bone meal...."
He rapidly thought of a way to repel the magic effect on the mannequins while escaping to the cellar to gather the ingredients. His hands were moving fast checking any possible container in the hope of finding any, but alas there was none. Luckily, he found some Glow Dust as alternatives.
There was not much of it, so he'd need to combine the ingredients with another powdered material that could easily copy its effect. That was when he remembered piles of flour in the kitchen. The idea seemed to be extremely foolish at first, but when the cellar shook because of an explosion from upstairs, Miraak knew he must do whatever it takes before the house got destroyed.
At length, he stepped out of the cellar and immediately turned himself invisible using a spell. There were two Ammra who were fighting around the corner. He took some moment to study the situation. Miraak only left for some moment, yet Ammras seemed to have waged their own mini civil war inside the manor.
He stealthily made his way toward the kitchen. The fast pace came to an instant halt when an Ammra marched from the rear and passed him while swinging a daedric battle axe—a weapon too big for her body. She roared and launched her attack to another Ammra. The other Ammra evaded, and the sharp edge of the weapon landed on the pillar. In a blink of an eye, she fought back by kicking Ammra right on the stomach. Miraak gulped as her body was violently thrown away past him.
"INCOMING!" one Ammra cried across the room.
The Deadric Ammra fell from the second floor. Her back landed on the dining table with a loud thud, followed by the clattering sounds of everything that fell.
AARRGGHHH....!!!
There was a cry of war from above. Daedric Ammra immediately rolled backward in a skillful way as the Jester Ammra landed where she was with a dagger plunged into the table. Her dagger was supposedly thrusted into the Daedric Ammra's chest.
Fus Ro Dah...
Deadric Ammra immediately roared to the Jester and sent her off the table. She yanked one hand as she conjured a Bounded a War-axe. The battle somewhat put him in awe when the memory of fighting Ammra in Apocrypha came to his mind. It was the most memorable experience he had.
Suddenly another explosion came from across the room. Miraak instinctively went to duck. There was a muffled thud and he saw a woodcutter land on the wall next to him. It seemed the axe was accidentally launched in his direction. At length, the First Dragonborn resumed sneaking toward the kitchen. He immediately closed the door behind him, leaving the racket of roaring thu'ums, cracking woods, and clashing of metal become muffled.
He hurriedly snatched a sack of flour and combined the ingredients together.
He heard someone storming closer and the door swung open. "Miraak, my honey...!!!" One Ammra caught him. In the next second, Miraak threw a handful of powder to her face.
Ammra gasped and immediately collapsed. When her body landed on the floor, it returned as a mannequin. He smirked, knowing that his idea worked. Now he could stop them without resorting to violence. The priest confidently walked to the doorway and stopped. He took some moment to register the battleground before his eyes then inhaled deeply.
Tiid Klo Ul...!
His thu'um roared, bending the time and slowing everything down. Miraak darted swiftly across the dining hall while throwing a handful of powdered material right to the faces of every Ammra. The Daedric and Jester were the first targets to eliminate. The other Ammras met their ends right after them. When his shout effect wore off, there was a series of gasps and yelps, followed by thuds of fallen mannequins.
The First Dragonborn smirked proudly at the impostors lying on the floor behind him. He slowly turned around and rose his face to look at several Ammras on the second floor. From behind his mask, the man smiled seeing their frightened face. A long time ago the sight might have his pride swollen. But things had changed, and now Miraak couldn't help but think Ammra appeared adorable when she was scared. Those mannequins were mimicking her perfectly well, and thus, they deserved a quick painless end for the entertainment they put.
Tiid Klo Ul...
He used the same trick once again. Before the flock of Ammra could escape, Miraak had climbed up the stairs. Their end on his hand was swift. It was as queer as it seemed but it proved useful; Miraak used his great power and speed to merely powder the mannequins to death.
A soft sigh escaped his lips when the last mannequin at sight was brought down. The man allowed himself to look around to see the effect of the civil war they had caused. He returned to the dining hall and clicked his tongue in distress. The house had become a complete mess.
When he thought things couldn't even got worse...
CLANKK....
The large chandelier fell, breaking the large dining table in two. All the weapons on display were used and now were laying around on the floor. Miraak sighed and pressed the area in between his eyes. He knew his doom was certain when Ammra returned.
A low groan of exasperation escaped his mouth when Miraak heard feminine giggles from the bathroom. It wasn't the mess that he worried about, for he could find a word easily to cover it up. Rather, it was the resemblance and the feeling those mannequins brought that made him disturbed.
A Daedric Ammra with her aggressive behavior tempted him enough. But the cheerfulness of Jester Ammra was no less captivating. And now he had more Ammras waiting in the bathroom! Miraak felt his self-restraint begin faltering.
At length, he sighed and carried on.
The door of the bathroom swung open with force. Wrapped in a minimum piece of towel, two Ammras turned their head in unison. They were soaking in the hot water. Miraak felt her heart skip a beat as he laid gaze on their curves and edges. Before the temptation got even worse by their seductive smile, Miraak mustered all of his remaining might to grab the flour and threw it right to their faces.
"It's done!" he thought in relief.
The man slowly made his way out of the bathroom to lean against a pillar. He stood there for a moment in silence, taking the liberty to calm down, before finally catching someone crying in fear outside of the house.
"What now?!" he groaned, knowing exactly it was another false Ammra.
One mannequin—who obtained Ammra's skill as a thief—managed to picklock the door to escape the house. Unfortunately, she ran into a pack of wolves. The poor humanoid marched through the forest and made her way to the lake.
Wuld Nah Kest...
She heard Miraak's voice from behind as he closed the gap. Luckily the wolves were now targeting him. The false Ammra found the road and ran faster away. Her light feet only began to slow down when she noticed the quietness of her surroundings. There was no sign of threat and Miraak was far behind. She saw a lumber mill at sight and thought she might hide there.
A sharp gasp escaped her throat when dark tentacles sprouted from the ground before her. She instinctively turned around but was greeted by a handful of powder.
Finally, the last impostor was taken care of.
Miraak stood alone with the mannequin laying on the ground, next to his feet. Silence fell in the air instantly. Even the nearby creatures seemed to halt breathing under his intimidating presence. Miraak inhaled then exhaled in relief and made his way toward the house. Eons in Apocrypha had made him accustomed to silence. But as he stepped into the house and saw its emptiness after the vigorous war, Miraak felt a spark of strange loneliness.
"Miraak...." A voice he loved to hear rang from behind.
A combination of joy, agitation, and anticipation danced inside his mind. The Ammra he saw ran closer with open hands—a sight he loved to behold. Miraak ran closer while preparing his hand inside the satchel. Just when she was at melee range, Miraak threw her the flour.
His heart skipped a beat when he noticed she remained there. Then came a sneeze from her as she accidentally shouted her thu'um, waking up sleeping creatures far away.
"Little one..." he spoke, a combination of disbelief and apology.
Without waiting for her to clean her face, Miraak pulled Ammra closer at once and wrapped her body between his firm arms. Finally, he had the real Ammra before her. The scent of her body and her warmth were everything he needed after the long tiring days of the experiment.
They remained in the embrace for some time since Miraak did not let her go. Some moment of perfection passed until half of the house collapsed behind them in a loud thud. Both Ammra, Miraak, and Carla turned their heads in unison. The west wing of the Lakeview Manor was razed to the ground. When Miraak sensed Ammra gazed at him, the man immediately said,
"I can explain."
He knew he was in trouble.