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It happens during the whole vampire questline. It's not related to vampires. I may misremember details so forgive me for that. But you have to go through old dwemer ruins and you meet the last living snow elf in Skyrim. You know, the snow elves. Who were enslaved by the dwemer and went blind and feral and still live in the ruins long after the dwemer are gone. The falmer is what they're called now. Here's the last one who's in their original form.

And oh hey, to get to where you need to go you have to take a path that's an old snow elf coming of age rite of passage. And he's going to take you through it and you're going to learn about this dead culture, this culture that was killed.

And now you've got what you came for and there's one way out. Now that you've learned what the falmer used to be, where they came from, what was lost because of the dwemer enslaving them, you have to go through a falmer village.

It's a narrow canyon lined with huts. There's no way to avoid it, in order to get through you have to kill them. They attack you because that's what they do to people invading their territory. You're invading their village. You have to kill them or they'll kill you. It's the only way out. You feel terrible.

If you stop to loot one of the huts on your way out you'll find a book full of unreadable text. Take it to the winterhold college and give it to the librarian and he'll tell you that it's a remarkable find because it's evidence that falmer have retained intelligence. They're not just mindless feral monsters. They have this book, they've kept this book even though they can't see. They have a culture. Maybe they still remember what happened to them. Maybe that's why they're so mad.

You just killed so many of them. You're going to have to kill many more.

Anyway.

Chapter 3.1:

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Girl falling from a skyscraper, a storm, a Witch…

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Madoka blinked.

She wasn’t in her bedroom anymore.

For a moment, she was too stunned to be frightened, the situation too fantastical. She stood on the rooftop of an impossibly tall skyscraper, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon. Her bare feet stung against the cold concrete. Looking around, she could see Mitakihara stretching out over the horizon and into the far horizon. The whole scene was washed out, a grayish blue unsettling in its stillness.

“Don’t be afraid. Please.”

Madoka spun around with a yelp. A girl stood behind her in a pale grey outfit, staring at her with faded purple eyes. A long sheet of black hair hung askance over one eye, the other flat. With a slight huff, she ran a hand through her hair, the motion exposing an intricate… shield? A shield, Madoka decided, strapped to her forearm with a beautiful gem in the middle.

Just like the dream…

No! Her mind suddenly caught up. This was wrong, this was a dream!

Madoka stumbled back, almost falling over the edge of the roof, but the black haired girl surged forward, grabbing her forearm with an iron grip and yanking her back. Madoka stumbled against the slight girl’s surprising sturdy frame, only to recoil.

“What… what is this? Who are you?”

For a moment, the girl looked impossibly sad, or remorseful. Her stony mask quickly reasserted itself. “My name is…” She shook her head. “No, I can’t call myself that. I shouldn’t.” She tried to smile at Madoka. “My name is Akemi Clara, Miss Kaname.”

With one wave of her frilly sleeve, she gestured at the grayed-out world around them.

“As for what this is… I suppose that you could call it a dream. The unseen world. Most people just call it magic.”

Madoka’s eyes widened. “M-Magic?”

Clara nodded. “Yes. I am a magical girl.”

A magical girl! Now that Madoka was looking, she could see it in Akemi’s uniform. Despite her lingering fear, she almost devolved into a doubtlessly annoying stream of questions. Was this like Sailor Moon? Oh gosh, Sayaka was going to lose her mind!

Sayaka wasn’t here though, and her feet were starting to grow numb…

Oh dear.

“Why are you showing me this, Akemi-san?” Madoka looked at her toes and murmured a bashful thanks as the other girl wordlessly handed her a pair of slippers. She recognized them from her closet. “I’m not anything special.”

“Don’t say that!”

Clara’s words came out forcefully, like the crack of a bullet, and Madoka flinched at the sudden manic dilation of her pupils. The other girl seemed to realize that and withdrew, her expression at war with itself. “Shut up shut up shut up…”

“I’m sorry!”

“Not you,” Clara snapped. “Not—“

She paused and took a deep, forced breath.

“I am sorry, Miss Kaname. That was unbecoming of me. Please understand, the life of a magical girl is a difficult one.”

“Oh.” That made sense. Madoka floundered for a moment before embracing the other girl, who stiffened under her touch.

“Wha—you don’t…”

“You looked sad.”

“…thank you, Madoka.”

Madoka chose not to say anything as wetness fell upon her arms. The moment passed impossibly quickly though, and Clara soon gathered herself.

“You are too kind. That is why I am here.”

What? “I don’t get it.”

“You are being targeted by the enemy of all magical girls,” Clara responded. She turned to face Madoka, strong and stalwart. “They know where you live and have been following you, hoping to acquire your power. I found out and have taken steps to protect you.”

Madoka froze. “Is my family in danger?”

Clara shook her head. “No. Your family lacks the karmic potential. They will not move against your family so long as you are away.”

Oh gosh. This was all so much, so fast! Madoka looked around frantically. “Those enemies aren’t… here, are they?”

“No,” said Clara. “I am using my magic to ensure we can speak privately.” She raised her shield, gesturing to a thin cord connecting her wrist and Madoka. “I am capable of stopping time for myself and those I touch.”

This was like Sailot Moon! Madoka tried to restrain her excitement and focus on the seriousness of the situation. “Are you going to protect me?”

Clara nodded. “I will do my best. However, we will need to leave Mitakihara for a time. Several weeks at least.”

Her gut twisted. “But what about my parents? School?”

“I have taken the liberty of acquiring your schoolwork as well as several changes of clothes from her room. As for your family…” Clara produced a notepad and pencil seemingly from thin air, along with a change of clothes. “You may leave them a note if you wish, with no identifying details. I do not wish for our enemy to track us.”

Right. This was serious after all. The remnants of her dream kept tugging at her thoughts. Girl falling…

Madoka nodded fiercely. “I understand, Homura!”

Clara froze, her face shadowed. Madoka quickly realized her mistake, but Clara had already turned away. “I’m not…”

Oh! Madoka’s face heated up bright red. “Gosh, I’m so sorry, Akemi-san! Forgive me!”

Why did I say that name?

“It’s okay,” Clara whispered. Jerkily, she shoved the bundle into Madoka’s arms. “Just… we need to get ready.”

She turned away from Madoka, reaching inside her shield and pressing a dark, twisted object against her gem. Madoka didn’t catch much more of it; she was focused on changing out of her pajamas and penciling a hasty note. Part of her wanted to cry, she was so frightened.

The other part felt right at home here. Whatever here was.

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