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I woke up in an unfamiliar room, the rich furnishings and ornate decor immediately telling me I was in the Jarl’s chamber. I sat up, my head still spinning from the events that led me here. A few minutes later, the door opened, and Jarl Sigurd entered, followed by a servant carrying a tray of food.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Jarl Sigurd said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He motioned for the servant to place the tray on a nearby table. “I thought you might be hungry.”
The servant set down the tray and quickly exited the room, leaving me alone with the Jarl. I eyed the food warily, unsure of his intentions.
“Please, eat,” he urged, taking a seat across from me. “You’ve had a rough night, I’m sure.”
Reluctantly, I reached for a piece of bread, my stomach growling despite my apprehension.
Jarl Sigurd watched me intently as I took a bite. “You know,” he began, his tone smooth and calculated, “a girl like you could have a very comfortable life here in court.”
I paused, looking up at him. “Jarl Sigurd, I need to speak with you about something urgent,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what might that be?”
“There are dragons. I saw one with my own eyes. It destroyed Helgen. I need to warn the Jarl of Whiterun,” I explained, hoping he would understand the gravity of the situation.
His smile faded, replaced by a look of skepticism. “Dragons, you say? That’s quite the tale. Do you expect me to believe such nonsense?”
“It’s true! I barely escaped with my life. We need to warn the Jarl of Whiterun so he can prepare,” I insisted, my desperation growing.
Jarl Sigurd’s expression darkened, and he stood up abruptly. “Enough of this! I don’t appreciate being lied to. Do you take me for a fool?”
“I’m not lying!” I protested, standing up as well. “You have to believe me. The danger is real.”
His face contorted with anger. “Get out! I won’t have you spreading fear and lies in my court.”
“But—”
“Leave now, before I have you thrown out!” he shouted, pointing to the door.
I quickly rose and headed for the door, feeling his eyes on me the entire way. As the guards led me out, I couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration and fear. The threat of the dragons was real, and now it was up to me to find another way to warn Whiterun.
As the guards led me out of Jarl Sigurd’s chamber, my frustration and fear only grew. The doors to the chamber closed behind me with a resounding thud, and I found myself in the hallway, feeling a mix of anger and desperation.
Just then, I spotted Lucien standing a few steps away, his expression one of concern. He hurried over to me.
“An, what happened?” he asked, looking me over as if checking for injuries.
“I tried to warn Jarl Sigurd about the dragons,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. “He didn’t believe me. He thinks I’m lying and kicked me out.”
He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We’ll figure something out. Come on, let’s get out of here before they decide to throw us both out.”
We quickly made our way out of the Jarl’s hall and into the streets of the town. The fresh air did little to calm my nerves, but having Lucien by my side gave me a sense of direction and purpose.
“What’s the plan?” he asked as we walked briskly.
“We need to get to Whiterun as soon as possible,” I replied, determination setting in. “The Jarl has to be warned about the dragons. He needs to prepare.
Lucien nodded, understanding immediately. "I'll come with you. It's safer if we travel together, but if things turn south, you run. Get to Whiterun, no matter what." His earnestness was comforting, yet the implication of danger made my heart race.
Lucien nodded, understanding immediately. "I'll come with you. It's safer if we travel together, but if things turn south, you run. Get to Whiterun, no matter what." His earnestness was comforting, yet the implication of danger made my heart race.
He then glanced at my attire from the previous night, a slight frown crossing his features. "As much fun as it was to see you light up the tavern in that dress, Skyrim isn’t the kindest place for a woman to dress freely. We should get you something more... suited for the road."
Grateful and a bit excited by his thoughtfulness, I followed him to a local merchant who specialized in travel wear. Lucien selected a tight blue wool skirt paired with black leggings, sturdy boots, and a brown leather tunic along with a blue cape. Each piece was functional yet stylish, fitted enough to allow for ease of movement without sacrificing my sense of self.
As we left the shop, Lucien paused by a jeweler's stand, his eyes catching on a simple yet elegant gold necklace. "One more gift, for luck," he said as he clasped it around my neck.
neck.
As we reached the inn where we had been staying, I turned to Lucien. “Thank you for everything and most of all believing me.”
He gave me a small smile. “Of course, An. We’re in this together.”
"There's something I need to do before we leave," I told him, feeling a blend of anticipation and nerves. "I need to get my things from the inn. It’s all I have from my world."
Lucien nodded, his expression resolute. "Let’s retrieve your belongings then. You'll need everything from your world to help face the challenges in this one."
Together, we walked back towards the inn, ready to face whatever reactions awaited us. Lucien’s presence was reassuring, but the memory of last night’s events with Kaidan and Sven lingered uncomfortably in my mind.
As we prepared to leave Falkreith, I felt a new sense of determination, bolstered by Lucien’s support and the practical new outfit that symbolized my readiness to take on whatever Skyrim had to throw at me.
As Lucien and I approached the inn to retrieve my belongings, I noticed Kaidan and Sven waiting outside, a mix of concern and irritation etched on their faces. The air was thick with tension, a prelude to the inevitable confrontation.
Kaidan stepped forward, his eyes scanning me anxiously. "Lass, are you alright? Did he touch you? I’ve been worried..."
"Don’t call me that, Kaidan," I snapped, still raw from yesterday’s events. He paused, taken aback by my tone.
“I’m fine," I reassured him, though my tone softened as I turned to address the deeper cut. "But I can't say the same about how I feel regarding Sven.”
Sven met my gaze, his eyes flickering with concern. “An, I—”
“Save it,” I interrupted, my voice sharp. The anger from the previous night had crystallized into a cold resolve. “What happened last night clarified many things. I trusted you, confided in you, Sven, and you just threw it all back in my face.”
Kaidan, sensing the rift, chose to remain silent, observing the unfolding drama with a cautious eye.
“I'm heading to Whiterun," I declared, my voice unwavering. "I must warn them about the dragon attack at Helgen. Riverwood needs reinforcements, and this responsibility has now fallen upon me. You can come with me or stay; frankly, I no longer care what you do."
Sven’s face twisted with pain, a sign that my words had struck deep. “An, regardless of what you think of me, please know I—”
“I don't care about your intentions anymore," I snapped back, cutting him off. “Actions speak louder than words. After Whiterun, I want nothing more to do with you. I need to figure out my future, whether it involves marrying Hadvar or something else.”
Kaidan, ever the peacemaker, reached out hesitantly. “An, if there’s anything I can do—”
"Just ensure my safety to Whiterun," I said coldly. "After that, we'll part ways."
He nodded, the hurt evident in his eyes but accepting my decision.
Sven, finally comprehending the finality of my words, nodded solemnly. “I'll accompany you to Whiterun. After that, I’ll leave you as you wish.”
With a heavy heart, yet feeling a rare sense of control over my destiny, I turned to enter the inn with Lucien, prepared to face whatever lay ahead.
The journey from Falkreath to Riverwood was awkward and silent. Kaidan brooded ahead while Sven lingered behind. I walked alongside Lucien, trying to process the recent upheavals in my life.
“An, you’re incredibly strong," Lucien said as we walked. "About last night, about being assaulted... I’m truly sorry. I won't pry, but know that I’m here for you.”
“Thanks, Lucien," I replied, appreciating his concern yet not ready to delve deeper into my pain.
He hesitated before adding, “Do you think parting ways with them is for the best? They seem to genuinely want to protect you. Despite their faults, they do seem to care.”
I sighed, knowing his assessment was not unfounded. "I need to clear my head after we reach Whiterun. Maybe then I can decide my future more clearly.”
We arrived in Riverwood under the cloak of a quiet dusk. Sven dismounting the horse, his movements heavy with unspoken words. He approached his house to check on Hilde, who, upon seeing us, rushed out with a mix of scolding and relief.
Hilde rushed forward. “An, what were you thinking running off like that? You’re not invincible, you could have died!
"I'm sorry, Hilde, but it was something I had to do," I explained, feeling the weight of her worry but steadfast in my resolve. "I can't stay long—I need to warn the Jarl of Whiterun about the dragon."
"I have to warn the Jarl about the dragon," I explained, resolute despite the comfort of home pulling at me.
“Ooh no absolutely not, we will let the men handle it-
, Sven approached, his demeanor somber. “I’ll make sure she gets there safely,” he promised Hilde, who nodded worriedly.
Just then, Sigrid joined us, her relief evident. "Oh, An, thank the gods you’re safe! You gave us quite the scare!"
Hadvar, looking healthier than when I last saw him, came out too. "An, can we talk?" he asked, a hint of earnestness in his shy smile.
My companions' stares felt heavy, laden with questions and perhaps judgment. Sven, silent until now, seemed swallowed by his own remorse.
"We're in a hurry, Hadvar," I replied gently, offering a reassuring smile. "Lives are at stake. I promise we'll talk when I return."
Nods of understanding and reluctant acceptance followed. I turned to leave, catching a glimpse of Camilla approaching Sven with what seemed like a mix of concern and curiosity. Sven, however, brushed past her with barely a glance.
"Let’s get moving," I said to Lucien, Kaidan, and Sven, signaling the urgency of our mission.
Our journey resumed with an air of determined silence. As we walked, Lucien kept pace beside me, offering quiet support. "You’re handling this well, considering everything," he noted.
"Thanks," I murmured, appreciating his presence but lost in thought about the tasks ahead.
The journey to Whiterun was quiet, but as we approached, the reality of the task ahead settled in. I was determined to do this, for Riverwood’s safety and than I can worry on what I was gonna do after, as much as I wanted to settle down and have a quiet life. There was something deep in me that was crawling its way out of me that didn’t want to be caged or tied down that I wasn’t meant for a typical life here like most women in Skyrim.
As we approached the outskirts of Whiterun, the familiar landscape brought both comfort and a sense of impending challenge. Suddenly, a commotion by the roadside drew our attention—a giant was attacking a group of local fighters.
Without a second thought, I sprinted toward the fray, my bow in hand. Before any of my companions could react, I loosed an arrow that struck true, bringing the giant down with a thunderous crash. The dust settled, revealing two women and a man regrouping from the battle.
The presence of the women struck me profoundly—adorned in battle-worn armor, they stood as undeniable equals among their peers. One, in particular, caught my eye: a red-haired warrior with a striking purple tattoo across her face, her armor both revealing and pragmatic. It was an inspiring sight, and a part of me longed to emulate her strength and freedom. I hadn't seen any other women in Skyrim wearing armor or engaging in combat like this. She was truly amazing, and I admired her silently as she approached.
Beside her was another woman, equally formidable, and a tall, muscular man—not as burly as Kaidan but with a rugged charisma. He had shaggy black hair and a matching beard, his grey eyes lighting up as he greeted Kaidan like an old friend.
"You fight well," the red-haired warrior said, sizing me up with a mix of surprise and approval. "For such a little thing, you've got a good shot. Ever thought about joining the Companions?"
"The Companions?" I echoed, intrigued.
She nodded, her arms crossing over her chest. "We’re a band of warriors based out of Jorrvaskr, here in Whiterun. We take on work, but it’s more than that; it’s about honor, about fighting for something bigger than yourself."
“And a woman can join?" I asked, my interest piqued by her presence and the potential it represented.
She smirked, a spark of respect flickering in her eyes. "Yes, a woman can join. I’m Aela the Huntress, one of the senior members. We judge by strength and spirit, not gender. Think about it. We could use someone like you. Come by Jorrvaskr, little warrior, if you’re interested."
"I just might," I replied, the invitation igniting a flicker of aspiration within me. The idea of joining a group like the Companions, where valor and courage defined one's worth, was deeply appealing.
As Aela and her companions began to move away, I felt a tug on my elbow.
Turning, I found Kaidan beside me, his expression full of worry. "You sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" he asked, his eyes glancing towards the departing figures. Beside him, Sven's face bore a similar concern, though he remained silent, his gaze intense as if he too sensed the shift within me.
Lucien, on the other hand, wore a smile, nodding slightly as if in approval. "It's about time she found a place where her spirit could soar, and learn to fight I’m excited to see what they can teach her” he remarked, his voice light but supportive.
“You just want her to be able to fight for you, don't ye? As I recall, while she was cozying up with the Jarl, you were trying to recruit me and Sven, looking for someone to stand in front while you hide behind,” Kaidan accused, his Scottish accent thickening with his rising anger. “You think to use her as your shield, let her risk her life while you sit back and reap the rewards, aye?”
Lucien's smile faltered under Kaidan's pointed accusation. He tried to interject, but Sven's rising temper cut him short.
"No, that's not it—" Lucien began, clearly flustered.
Sven stepped closer, his voice hardened by suspicion and protective instinct. "You just met her, Lucien. Don't push her into dangers that aren't hers to face, especially not for your benefit."
Turning towards me, Sven's expression softened, but his words carried a weight meant to sway my decisions. "An, what happened to finding peace, to settling down? What bout going home to Riverwood,?” His tone suggested he felt I was being pulled away from the safer path he preferred for me.
I snapped, my frustration boiling over once again.
""Stop it, both of you leave him alone!" I exclaimed, turning to face Kaidan and Sven squarely as if it's any of your concern," I shot back at Kaidan and Sven, my voice edged with irritation “It’s my life Sven, and Lucien's right. I need to learn to defend myself. This isn't about him or you—it's about me. Whether I choose to fight, to join the Companions, or to settle down, it will be my decision. Not yours, not Lucien’s, and certainly not directed by what's convenient for anyone else."
Lucien nodded in agreement, trying to recover his earlier composure. "I respect whatever choice you make, An. If you decide to join the Companions and learn to fight, it's because you chose that path.What I decide to do after we part ways won't concern you.
.Their reactions varied; Kaidan looked like he wanted to say more but held back, while Sven stiffened, understanding dawning in his eyes that the dynamic between us had irrevocably changed.
Whiterun's banners waved in the distance, a reminder of the urgent news I carried and the uncertain reception that awaited me at the Jarl's hall.
As we approached the grand gates of Whiterun, a guard halted us with a raised hand. "Hold, travelers. The city's on high alert due to dragon sightings nearby. State your business," he demanded, eyeing us with suspicion.
"I'm here from Riverwood to seek aid and warn of the dragon attack at Helgen," I responded firmly, stepping forward to assert my urgency.
The guard scrutinized me for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Very well. Follow me. You'll be escorted to Dragonsreach to speak with the Jarl directly."
As we entered Whiterun, the city revealed itself in layers of history and craftsmanship. Torches and braziers cast a warm glow over the cobblestone streets, illuminating the white stone statues and beautifully maintained buildings. The atmosphere was a vivid contrast to the rustic simplicity of Riverwood. Intricate details on the buildings and the clean, organized layout spoke of a well-governed place. As we moved deeper into the city, I couldn't help but admire the market center bustling even at this hour, thoughts of returning for a leisurely visit flitting through my mind.
Approaching the giant's tree in the city's heart, the grandeur of Dragonsreach loomed before us, its imposing structure a testament to the might and history of Whiterun. Climbing the long stairway to the palace, Lucien remarked, intrigued by my reactions, "Not quite like anything back home, eh?"
"Definitely not," I responded, catching my breath as we reached the top, my eyes wide with awe and exhaustion.
Reaching Dragonsreach, the imposing hall was marked by high ceilings and long tables, bathed in the warm glow of a massive hearth. The air buzzed with heated discussions about the dragon threat—a potent mix of fear and strategic planning. The great hall of Dragonsreach was filled with the city’s leaders and their advisors, all embroiled in heated discussions about the recent rumors of dragons.
The sight of us—a bedraggled group from Riverwood—drew immediate attention. A formidable woman in armor, whom I later learned was Irileth, the Jarl’s housecarl, approached us sternly.
"What is the meaning of this interruption?" she demanded. Kaidan and Sven instinctively tightened their formation around me, but I stepped forward, breaking past their barrier, determined to be heard.
"We bring news of a dragon attack on Helgen," I declared, meeting her gaze firmly. The murmur in the hall quieted as all eyes turned to us, a mix of skepticism and curiosity on the faces of the council.
Irileth's expression hardened, but she nodded slightly, allowing us to proceed. As we approached Jarl Balgru, the men of the council sized me up with thinly veiled judgment. Addressing them required all my courage.
Balgruf’s stern eyes met mine, appraising my earnest plea. "A dragon, you assert? Tell me, warriors," he glanced at Kaidan and Sven, "what credence do you lend to her claim?"
Before they could respond, I asserted, "I survived Helgen's devastation and witnessed the dragon's fury. This threat is imminent and As murmurs filled the hall, I stepped forward, bypassing Sven and Kaidan to reclaim the focus. "I was the one who survived Helgen, and it is I who am pleading for aid for Riverwood," I asserted, challenging the dismissive chuckles from the council.
"What do you say, men? Does this young woman speak truth?" Jarl Balgruuf’s tone held a patronizing edge. action, not just deliberation.”
before I could protest the redirection of the question, Sven spoke up. "She is the one who survived the dragon; she is the one who took this upon herself, my Jarl. Riverwood is in dire need of protection.”
“We shall deliberate on this matter. In the meantime, enjoy our hospitality and stay here tonight. The court wizard has a mission for the warriors regarding the dragon. Proventus, see to their accommodations and reward these men and the girl for their troubles.”
Each of us received a hefty sack of coins, but while the men were given nods of respect, I was handed a fine dress. Annoyed, I protested, "Why am I, the one who witnessed the dragon, not acknowledged like them?"
Jarl Balgruf responded patronizingly, "You are a young woman, and it's a miracle you've made it this far, likely thanks to these men's protection. Are you refusing my hospitality, girl?”
Before I could argue further, Kaidan intervened, his tone apologetic. "Thank you, Your Majesty. We appreciate your generosity. Please excuse her outburst; she is but a wee baron ," he said, pulling me back gently.
As the meeting adjourned, Irrileth gave me a nod of respect, her earlier skepticism seemed to have lessened slightly. "Follow me, I'll show you to your quarters," she said, leading us to the barracks where armor and helmets lay scattered everywhere. The men stayed there, while I was allowed my own private room, which felt like a cell. Typical.
I asked Irrileth how she managed to do what she wanted and how it seemed no man batted an eye at her. "I earned his respect," she explained. "As a woman, you will have to prove yourself even more than the men around here, but be sure to always remember to hold your tongue, girl, and remember your place in front of the Jarl, or I will be taking it," she warned, slightly embarrassing but also I felt nothing but respect for her.
As the cool evening air slipped through the open window, the tension between us was palpable. Kaidan stood at the threshold, his figure silhouetted against the fading light, the lines of his face hardened with concern and something darker—a brewing storm of jealousy.
"Why are you here, Kaidan?" My voice held an edge, mirroring the sharpness of my emotions.
"I came to talk, An." He entered, hesitating as he took in my stiff posture. "There's a lot we haven't settled.", carefully avoiding the familiar endearment 'lass' that once brought us closer. "I admire how ye stood up today, and I'm sorry for calling ye a child. But ye need to watch yer words. Your bravery makes ye stand out, and that's a double-edged sword… why do you get angry when I call you “lass” you never cared before” what have I done to make you hate me, besides only try protect you?he pleaded, getting on his knees.
Retorted, my emotions raw, "Before you left with her, everything was fine. How dare you call me the same thing you call that vile woman..
His jaw tightened. "It's always something with you, isn't it? Ever since we left Falkreith—
I cut him off, anger bubbling to the surface. "Ever since you left me for that whor*, you mean! How can you stand there and pretend your betrayal didn’t shatter everything like what you did was okay You left me for her, Kaidan, in our darkest hour!"”
His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might walk away. But then, he took a deep breath, his stance softening. "I know I made mistakes—grave ones. But that’s not who I want to be, not with you. An, I was thinking... if we left all this behind, just you and me again. I can pick this job up that could get us more coin. I can provide for you, keep you safe.
"Stop." I raised a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "You want to go back, don’t you? Back to our old life, back to the cabin where it was just you and me?"
"Yes!" The word burst from him with the force of all his frustration. "Isn’t that better than this...chaos? Better than throwing yourself at every danger that comes your way or getting close to men like Lucien and Sven?”..Sven before told us I couldn’t properly take care of you and told me about Hadvar, and how you were thinking of marrying him for a nice stale quiet life right, after all this is over? Let me give you that not implying for us to get married but at least going back to just you and me
The plea in his eyes was earnest, but it only served to deepen the gulf between us. "And what? Pretend none of whats already happened, things have changed in me these past few days, after seeing Aela and Irrilleth showed me I can make my own choices, how those men looked down on me, I wanna not prove not only to myself but them I am much more” I challenged, my voice rising.
He stepped closer, desperation edging into his voice. "You just want to prove yourself, but those women, Aela and Irileth—they've spent years earning their place. You're rushing into danger without thinking. You're still so young, An."
"And what? Should I just sit back and let everyone else fight my battles? Wait patiently until I'm 'old enough' to be taken seriously?" I retorted, my frustration clear. "I don't care how long they took. I don't have the luxury of time. I have to act now, Kaidan, or I'll never change anything."
He sighed, a mix of frustration and concern. "I know you want to make a difference, An, but you're still learning. Every rash decision puts you in harm's way. I'm just afraid for you."
"I appreciate your concern, Kaidan, but making my own decisions, even rash ones, is how I'll learn. I can't live in fear of 'what if.' I need to live, to fight, to grow.
Kaidan's eyes darkened as he listened, the lines of his face hardening with each word I spoke. His posture shifted, a visible sign of his rising protective instincts mixing with frustration. "An, I hear you. I see your strength and it's... it's incredible. But you're rushing headlong into danger without seeing all the risks. That's what worries me."
He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more urgent, softer tone, laced with desperation. "I don’t want those people around you, An. Not Sven, not Lucien. They’re not looking out for you like I am. All they bring is more danger. Look at what happened with Sven... how easily things can turn bad."
He paused, reaching for the right words, his hands gesturing slightly as if trying to physically grasp the air of safety he wished to create around me. "I am the only one who’s been with you through it all. I’ve seen you grow, and yes, make your own choices. But remember, I’ve also protected you from the worst. I just... I want to keep you safe, An. That’s all I’ve ever wanted."
"I don’t want your protection, Kaidan! Not if it means giving up who I am, who I’m meant to be." My words cut through the tension, silencing him.
Lucien is only gonna use you study you as an experiment he doesn't want whats best and he is using your own ambitions against you.
His words stung, more than I expected. "So, this is about Lucien now? Or is it still about Sven?" I challenged, my voice rising. "You think I need your permission or approval to speak to someone else? To have friends?"
There was a long pause, heavy with the weight of our shared past and the uncertainty of our future. Finally, Kaidan nodded slowly, the fight draining from him. ""It’s not about permission, An. It’s about safety—about us! Why can’t it be like before?" I just... I miss us.”
"Because I'm not the same person I was before!" My declaration filled the room, echoing off the walls as if to emphasize the point. "I'm not just your 'lass' to be kept away and protected. There is something in me that is calling to be involved in things bigger than us, Kaidan. Things that matter.”
He looked stricken, as if my words were physical blows. "And I don’t fit into that picture anymore, do I?"
"Not if you can’t accept who I am becoming." My voice softened slightly, the sharpness melting into a weary sadness. "I am grateful for everything you've done, Kaidan, truly. But I can't go back to how things were. There's something I need to tell you—maybe then you'll understand." I paused, gathering the courage to reveal my secret. "I am not from this world. I knew it the second I crashed here. I've lied about not knowing anything after you saved me, although it wasn't entirely a lie... I don’t remember who I was or why I was sent here, except for the picture of the man I had and the back telling me to find him and to save whoever I was supposed too save but in Riverwood, I told myself I wanted the quiet life I decided on being selfish a coward. I was scared I wouldn't like who I would become or what I had to do." I stood up and pulled out my magic undying phone, hoping my confession would help him understand.
There was a long pause, heavy with unspoken words. Kaidan finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with hurt. "Am I the only one you told?"
"No, I told Sven first and then Lucien," I admitted reluctantly.
"You knew this and didn't trust me enough to tell me sooner? You trusted Sven and Lucien with this before me, even though I've been by your side longer I’ve been thru way more with you?" Kaidan's voice cracked, a mixture of confusion and pain clouding his expression.
"Kaidan, it's not like that, I—"
"No, An," he cut me off, standing abruptly, his anger barely contained. "I think you don't need me, that you have Sven, and now Lucien. As much as you claim to hate Sven him, you called for him, not me. This just proves it—you don’t need me anymore." His voice was hoarse with emotion.
"We all have roles to play, An," Kaidan added, his tone softening slightly. "And sometimes, we must wear masks to alter the fabric of society."
"I don’t need a lecture on masks, Kaidan. I’ve worn enough of them to know which ones fit," I countered, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
He approached and gave me a bittersweet kiss, which lingered more than intended. As he tried to pull away, I held onto his hand, my desperation clear. "Please don’t go..."
"An, this was your plan, remember? Let's just keep it this way. I need space. I’m only going to take this job for the coin, after that, I’m leaving Skyrim," he murmured, his voice thick with unspoken regret.
He gently extricated his hand from mine and walked out, leaving me alone with the weight of our parted ways and the silence of the room echoing the repercussions of my decisions.
I couldn't sleep. My mind was a tangled mess of emotions after the fight with Kaidan, so I found myself wandering the dim corridors of the barracks. Almost unintentionally, I came upon Lucien, who was absorbed in studying some maps spread out on a table, the flicker of a lone candle casting shadows on his concentrated face.
"An?" he looked up, his surprise evident. "What brings you here at this hour?"
I hesitated, the words heavy on my tongue. "I couldn’t sleep... things with Kaidan didn’t go well."
Lucien gestured to the chair beside him, his eyes softening. As I sat down, the weight of the world seemed to press down on me.
"He wants me back at the cabin," I began, my voice barely a whisper. "Says it's where I belong, away from all this chaos. That I should depend more on him... just when I thought I was finding my ground here."
Lucien paused, his eyes searching mine. "It sounds like Kaidan fears losing you, not just to danger, but to your own independence. It’s a common fear, but not a justification to keep you from living your life."
I sighed, feeling the tightness in my chest loosen slightly. "It's just... every time I try to step out on my own, I end up alienating someone I care about. Am I doing this all wrong?"
"No, An. It's never wrong to seek your own path. Those who care for you, truly care, will understand and support your choices. Perhaps, this is Kaidan’s challenge to overcome, not yours."
His words were a balm to my troubled heart. "You really think so?"
"I know so," Lucien affirmed. "And I believe you're stronger than they realize. Maybe this separation, however painful, is necessary for both of you to grow."
His perspective offered a new angle, one that didn’t require me to choose between my desires and my relationships.
"Thank you, Lucien. I... I needed to hear that."
We continued to talk, Lucien advising me on strategic steps I could take to reinforce my independence without severing important ties.
"And remember, An, you're not alone in this. Whatever you decide, you'll have support."
"I appreciate that, Lucien. Really.”
As I stood to leave, returning to the solitude of my quarters, I felt a spark of resolve ignite within me. Lucien’s words had given me strength, and his quiet support had shown me that not all bonds were chains. Sometimes, they were the lifelines that held us aloft.
Chapter 8
The chamber was abuzz with the murmur of voices discussing the perilous job that lay ahead. I spotted Sven and Kaidan off to the side, standing together. Their body language was stiff, not exactly the best of friends, but there was a tentative sort of truce between them, as if they had set aside their differences for something greater.
As some of the men discussed the specifics of venturing down to the burrow in search of the Ancient Stone Tablet, I felt a surge of determination. I stepped forward, my voice firm despite the fluttering in my stomach.
"I would like to do this job."
Laughter erupted around me, harsh and disbelieving. It stung, but before I could doubt myself, I noticed Irreleth's nod—a silent gesture of respect that bolstered my resolve.
However, Jarl Balgruuf's response cut through the room like a cold wind.
"It's time for you to pack your dress and head out of the palace, young lady."
I clenched my fists, holding back the sharp retort dancing on the tip of my tongue, out of respect for Irreleth, who had shown me kindness. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger, but I swallowed the bitter taste of humiliation.
As the crowd dispersed, I found Lucien and pulled him aside, recounting what had just transpired. His expression darkened with every word I spoke.
"That's absurd," he muttered. "You're as capable as any of them.”
As we walked towards the barracks, a spark of inspiration ignited within me. "Lucien, the barracks are full of armor and helmets. I could disguise myself…”
Upon entering the dimly lit barracks, I quickly gathered the pieces I needed. I grabbed an iron helmet with imposing horns and scooped up a handful of cold ashes from a recent fire. Carefully, I dabbed the ashes onto my face, trying to fashion a rough beard to mask my unmistakably feminine jawline. It wasn't enough.
Looking around, I spotted a piece of cloth which I then tied around the lower half of my face, covering anything that the makeshift beard failed to disguise.
Next came the most challenging part. I held the chest binding close, and Lucien hesitated, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Despite the awkward silence, he stepped forward, helping me wrap the binding tightly around my chest to flatten it, ensuring the Iron armor would fit better and conceal my shape.
After the bindings were secure, I pulled on the Iron armor, feeling the weight of it settling around my shoulders. Lucien, his initial skepticism fading, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, you look like a very small man, or at least a boy nonetheless," he teased, his tone light but impressed. "But what about your voice?"
I paused, realizing that my voice could indeed betray me. "I… haven’t thought of that yet."
I hesitated, realizing the flaw in my plan. "I... haven't thought of that yet."
Lucien’s eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "I've got it. I'll disguise myself as well. We can act like companions, and I'll do the speaking. We'll tell them your tongue was cut out in a skirmish."
The plan was bold, perhaps even foolish, but as I adjusted the helmet on my head and looked at myself in the mirror, a different person stared back—a warrior ready to prove her worth.
"Let’s do it," I said, more confident than I felt. "Let’s show them what you’re made of plus I’d really like to go for my expedition of skyrim."
Lucien nodded, a conspiratorial grin spreading across his face. "Let's indeed.”
Lucien and I walked through the corridors, discussing our next steps.
Lucien stopped me suddenly. "I forgot a few things. I’ll be back; meet me at the gate."
I nodded and continued on my own. When I arrived at the gate, most of the men had already left. A group of about six remained, listening intently as Jarl Balgruf gave a rousing speech.
“Remember, men, this tablet can help us with the dragon problem. Fight and die well, bring honour to Whiterun and yourselves. Whoever brings the tablet will be rewarded with housing, 60,000 in gold, and the title of Thane of Whiterun.”
Just then, Lucien appeared, carrying a longbow, a beautiful iron sword, long pointy danger and a hide shield.
“Here, I saw you eyeing these when we first came into Whiterun,” he said, handing me the weapons.
I was just about to thank him when, a few men approached us.
“Haha, what’s a small lad doing here?” they roared with laughter, teasing me.
“What is your name, boy?” one of them asked.
“His name is Andre the Silent,” Lucien said in his deepest voice.
“The lad can’t speak for himself?” another questioned.
“His tongue was lost in a battle. Let’s just say the one who did it is no longer breathing,” Lucien explained. I just gave my manliest grunt.
They stared in awe before walking away to greet the other men. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sven and Kaidan. The tension between them was palpable, cold and unresolved.
The men began leaving through the gate one by one, with Lucien and me lingering behind.
“Thank you for the sword, Lucien. You don’t understand what this means to me. But how are you going to fight?”
“It’s nothing, An. I mainly plan on standing back. You can attack with your melee, and I will use this,” he said, raising his hands to produce a small flame in one and ice in the other.
“I didn’t know you knew magic.”
“I’m quite the expert,” he said with a wink.
“I know a few things as well, but not much… and besides my repulsor, which I don’t know much about.”
“I’d be happy to teach you more.”
“That would be awesome.”
“Now, you need to keep quiet before any of them hear you talk.”
The rest of the way to the barrow was a treacherously long walk. The group of men led us past the stables towards Rorikstead, and then past a watchtower that led to another path through a snowy area. The cold elements of the snow slowed the men down considerably.
We finally arrived at the temple entrance. I noticed a glint from the top of the ruin's stairs and quickly scanned the area, spotting a few helmets. We weren’t alone. I quickly pulled Lucien back behind a rock bend. He looked back at me, confused.
“Ambush,” I whispered.
Kaidan and Sven were already ahead, seemingly aware of the ambush as they crouched behind a boulder, quietly preparing to perform a sneak attack. The other men continued forward, oblivious, until the sounds of metal clashing erupted, followed by cries of pain.
I looked at Lucien and nodded. We charged in together, him covering my back with his flames while I attacked from the front, wielding my new sword and dagger like a deadly tornado.The weight of the iron armor slowed me down considerably, but I still moved quickly, determined to prove myself. Sven was locked in combat with a bandit, while Kaidan was sneaking around to assist. I saw a bandit approaching Kaidan from behind and quickly shot an arrow, hitting the bandit in the knee. He fell with a cry, and Kaidan turned in shock, finishing the job before giving me a nod of respect.
Kaidan and Sven finished off the last of the bandits, the remaining men quieting down. We were the only ones left standing other than Kaidan and Sven.
Kaidan approached us. “I am in your debt, mate. You saved my life. I thank you.”
“What is your name, lad?”
“My companion can’t speak,” Lucien intervened. “His head was kicked in by a donkey when he was younger, causing him to be mentally delayed, but his arm is good.” He changed the story, giving me a pointed look.
Sven just stared at me, arms crossed. “We should get going,” he said sternly.
“Aye, we should team up, mate. All we want is half the gold; you can keep the titles. Me and the... fellow have agreed, out of a conflict of interest.”
What was the interest, I wondered. Lucien must have read my mind.
“What is the interest?” Lucien asked, sounding frustrated but masking it well.
Sven stepped up. “That isn’t your concern. Let’s get going. We don’t have time to be sitting around talking.”
“Aye, I suppose the fellow is right. If we stay out here any longer, we’ll freeze,” Kaidan agreed.
As Kaidan led the way with Sven behind him, I quickly turned and playfully punched Lucien on the side. He chuckled at his own lie.
We approached the massive door of the ruin, and something inside me was drawn toward it, feeling a faint chanting like a magnetic pull similar to what I felt when I read the Book of the Dragonborn to Dorothy. I tried to ignore it.
When we entered, the ruin was beautiful in its desolation, almost apocalyptic. Moss retook the temple walls and pillars, a few bodies lying around with wolves. Parts of the ceiling had fallen, letting in some light and the bitter cold. We quickly hid behind the fallen ceiling as we heard voices—a man and a woman talking about a golden claw. There was a tunnel past them, and it seemed the only way forward was to take care of them.
“A golden claw... the one that Sigrid was talking about. That must be why Sven came,” I thought, rolling my eyes.
As we snuck closer, Kaidan put his hand up for us to stop.
“Let me handle this,” he said, pulling out his black bow and taking aim. He missed.
“f*ck,” he cursed as the bandits now approached, armed and ready. I quickly jumped over the barrier of the fallen roof we were hiding behind, moving with agility and catching the two bandits off guard. My sword came down on the woman, ending her instantly. The man attacked from the other side, but I blocked his blow with my shield, kicked him in the groin, and then bashed his head with my shield before finishing him with my sword. He dropped lifeless.
“Well done, lad. You’re an excellent f*cker ye wee bastard!” Kaidan praised.
Sven just glared, while Lucien held in a smile.
I grunted and pointed at myself and then the way forward.
“You wanna take the lead?” Kaidan asked.
I grunted and shook my head.
“Aye, go right ahead,” Kaidan agreed.
Lucien looked concerned but said nothing. I sped off quickly but still stealthily.
The tunnel was full of spider webs. As we rounded a corner, we saw vines covering the floor and steps to the south where the ceiling had caved in. As we made our way down, I noticed a man at the bottom. He looked like another bandit. I held up my hand to stop everyone and pointed.
We watched him approach a lever and pull it. Arrows shot from all sides, and we watched him go down instantly.
As we approached, the man was shaking, blood pouring out from all the openings in his face as he convulsed until he shook no more but continued to breathe slowly.
“Nasty way to go,” Kaidan muttered, his face full of disgust.
The sight made me want to hurl, but I forced myself forward carefully as I began to look around the room for any other way through. The gate seemed to be the only path forward. I noticed the pillars with animals carved into them. Looking up, I saw the same animals carved into the mouths of stone heads. The heads were a creepy sight, and I noticed one had fallen from its place. There were three of them, just like there were three pillars. The first two were snakes, and the last was a whale.
This had to work. It just had to. I approached the pillars and moved them. They were heavy, but I managed to match the pillars with the heads. Just then, I heard a click. I walked over to the lever and raised my arms to signal Sven and Kaidan to move. They quickly retreated behind the entrance they had come from to avoid the same fate as the man. Lucien, on the other side and away from the range of the arrows, looked up from his investigation, his face pale with fear.
"NO!!!!" he shouted.
I had already pulled the lever. The gate flung open. I hadn’t realized I was compromised; I was too excited to see what other challenges lay ahead.
Sven gave me a slight nod of approval. “I thought you said he was daft,” he remarked.
“Lucky mistake? He enjoys puzzles,” Lucien said weakly, but he gave me a worried look of regret.
We came across a table with a small healing potion, a chest with 38 gold, another potion, and a steel dagger. There was also a gem sitting on a stand. Bingo. I thought I could sell the items I found.
As we carried on to the left, we came across a spiral staircase. I could hear scurrying as we got closer. I walked around the left side of the stairs to see skeevers running up. I quickly felt my palms heat up as I rained flames on them, while Kaidan shot them down with his arrows and Sven took out the last one from the other side.
Sven looked me up and down, eyeing me suspiciously.
As we made our way down the stairs, we entered another room, full of webs and dust. There was a table in the middle. I picked up a scroll and read “fireball” along with a potion labeled paralysis. I handed my findings to Lucien, who stuffed them in his bag.
The webs grew thicker as we moved further into the room. Turning a corner, we encountered an entrance covered in thick spiderwebs. I pulled out my dagger to cut through. As I entered, a man shouted for help. I moved closer.
“WATCH OUT!” Lucien shouted.
I saw a large shadow hover above me. Quickly, I tucked in and rolled as the spider missed me by inches. It turned towards me, fangs ready, but Sven and Kaidan attacked its back. The spider turned, preparing to spit acid at Sven. I lunged with my shield out, shoving Sven out of the way as the acid hit my shield. I drove my sword into the spider’s head with my right arm.
“Thank you. You saved my life. I am in your debt,” Sven said, getting up.
I nodded and turned our attention to the man tied up in the webs.
“You did it! Now cut me down before anything else shows up,” he demanded.
Something about this man seemed off. His vulnerability made me want to drive my sword through his throat, but I pushed those dark urges down.
“Who are you?” Sven asked, walking ahead with Kaidan.
“I am Arvel the Swift. I have a claw. It's the key to getting past the door in the Hall of Stories. I know how they all work together. You won’t believe the power the Nords have hidden there.”
“Hand over the claw first,” Sven demanded.
“Does it look like I can move? Help me down, and I’ll show you.”
I didn’t trust this one bit. As I pulled out my dagger, ready to give in to the dark urges and end this man, Lucien grabbed my wrist, shaking his head.
Sven and Kaidan looked at each other and nodded.
“Hold still,” Sven said, beginning to cut him down.
“It’s coming loose. I can feel it,” Arvel said excitedly.
He dropped to the ground, landing on his feet, and sprinted away.
“Haha, fools! Why should I share the treasure with anyone?” he shouted as he took off.
Sven, Lucien and Kaidan all took off after him at once, colliding together in the doorway and knocking Kaidan down. He blocked the entrance, crouched over. I quickly jumped on his back, using it as a launch pad as he began to get up falling back down to the ground.
“OYEE, THE f*ck, MATE!” Kaidan yelled.
I had no time to turn around, adrenaline surging through me as I chased after Arvel. This felt a little too good—hunting down a man like a predator hunting its prey.
Just than as I was about to reach him I heard an unsettling growl, as I saw him I saw three scary looking beings.. they looked human but they were dead.. instantly giving me chills but now wasn’t the time to be scared.. one crawling out of its resting place with its back turned to me, I quickly jumped of the steps driving my sword into its occipital bone, as I spun around on my feet, to Arval fighting the other creature. As I approached I noticed a pressure plate along with a big gate with spikes and he was only a few feet away from it. I stood and watched a smile creeping on my face as he stepped on it the gate came him and the wretched creature went flying across the room the spikes taking them in a painful way
Just than I heard the footsteps of my companions, as I held my hand up to stop them and pointed to the plate.
I walked around the plate to Avrals he was still alive gasping for air as I pried the claw from his grasp, I picked my dagger and coldly dragged it across his neck slowly I finished him , as I kicked his body over to loot him for more clues, I found a journal along with a and quickly picked it. My companions stared at the coldness of my actions I shrugged and grunted again.
I over heard Kaidan “Remind me not to piss him off” Lucien Chuckled.
I need to take a leak mate come and watch my back he ordered me.
Sure.. but lets not for for too long. Kaidan replied
Lucien gestured for me to follow, I followed confused.
“Why do I have to come, should’t you bring an actual man” I whispered as soon as we were out of ear shoot but he ignored my comment and turned to make sure they were no where near us.
“WHAT the f*ck An, what was that.”
“What was what I said” confused
“What the bloody hell do you mean, what do you mean! First An, you keep running off like a lunatic I have no problem with you trying to prove yourself but you gotta be careful, you could of gotten hurt at the gate and second you killed that man in cold blood, you were going for him while he was’t able to defend himself and he did’t need to die we had healing potions..”
“I wasn’t about to waste a healing potion on him, I don’t feel sorry he had it coming, he tried to trick us he was foolish to think he could cross me” my voice sounding a little twisted
He just stared blankly at me..”you’re making me nervous An, there was a look in you’re eyes it was dark, very unlike you…
Kaidan than called for us “aye mates we best not linger”
“WE’RE coming” Lucien sounded annoyed.
“settle down stay back here with me like we planned”
Something about his tone pissed me off.. the drumming and chanting that was calling me was getting louder the closer I got and I cant stop now.
“Whatever”
I spun around on my heels leaving him in the dust.
As I came down the steps again, Lucien sped up to catch up with me an annoyed look on his face.
I nodded as Kaidan gestured for me to lead. Taking a deep breath, I marched up ahead before Lucien could stop me.
“Aye, mate, me and my accomplice think that since ye’ve been carryin’ us through this whole mission, ye can keep whatever we find in this sh*te hole along with the title and house,” Kaidan announced.
I jumped over the pressure plate, just to piss Lucien off, and heard him growl under his breath. The others came around it and tried to follow closely, but I was too quick, driven by the ambition of whatever was calling to me.
Just then, more of those undead creatures emerged. “More draugr!” Sven called out.
I drew my sword and shield, blocking any blows coming my way as I sliced through them. Kaidan came behind and attacked the draugr on the left, while Lucien shot fire at another. Sven took down the last one with his arrows. We formed a solid line of defense, quickly finishing off the draugr.
We pressed on into the room and heard something swaying. It was large axes swinging across the doorway.
“I can do this,” I thought. “I just need to see better, but this damned helmet and mask…”
I looked to see Sven and Kaidan behind me, searching for a lever, while Lucien stared dead at me, studying what I was about to do. I quickly loosened the clasp keeping my armor together and threw off my iron chest plate, leaving me in just a hide tunic and iron greaves covering my thighs. I tossed my shield aside and removed my iron helmet.
Lucien marched over, stress on his face as he realized what I was going to do. Kaidan and Sven turned their heads just in time to see me sprint.
“AN!! NOOO, DON’T!” Lucien blurted out.
“WHAT?” KAIDAN yelled.
“AN!!” they said in unison, but it was too late.
I sprinted past the first two axes, jumped to the small safe space, and leaped through the last one, barely missing me. I turned, full of pride, and ripped the cloth off my face.
“Tada!” I said, raising my hands.
“AN! What the bloody hell are ye doin’?!” Kaidan yelled.
“An! Don’t ye dare move!” Lucien stared in shock.
“GET BACK OVER HERE!” Sven called, stressed.
I laughed happily. “Ye want me to go back through the swingin’ axes again?” I mocked, fully aware of the lever on the left side of me.
“NO!!” they all yelled.
Kaidan pressed his head against the wall to get a better look. “I see a lever, ye damned stupid girl. Pull it now and do not go any further. I will kill ye once I get through.”
“I don’t think I will if ye’re gonna kill me,” I taunted back, feeling full of confidence and power. “What’s wrong? Everythin’ was fine when I was a man. I was the man, remember?”
Lucien pleaded, “An, what ye’re doin’ is dangerous. Just open the gate, and we can finish this together.”
“We are takin’ her to Riverwood,” I heard Kaidan snap at Lucien.
Lucien, still trying his best to sound calm, said, “Ye are overestimatin’ yourself. Your ambition is gettin’ the best of ye.”
“I’m sick of ye guys comin’ for me. Ye said it yourself—I need to prove myself. That’s what I am doin’. I will finish this—”
Lucien snapped, losing his cool. “Not by riskin’ your life, actin’ reckless. YE THINK YE CAN, BUT YE JUST CAN’T! Pull the lever now.”
“I think I can. I will.”
“BECAUSE YE STRESS ME THE f*ck OUT WHEN YE PULL sh*tE LIKE THIS!”
Just then, Sven jumped through swiftly to the first safe spot.
“Just ye wait till I get ahold of ye,” he growled.
“Oop, I’d love to stay and chat, but I should get goin’. I’ve got a stone tablet to find, and I will think about splittin’ the reward since I’m the one who carried us this far.” I snickered before running off.
I headed down the stairs leading west and saw a draugr in its resting place. Before it could wake, I cut it down, one by one, easily. I heard a few more running down the halls. I noticed the oil on the ground and quickly set it on fire, flames bursting and scorching the draugr alive.
It took a few minutes for the flames to die down. I proceeded eagerly. When I turned around the corner, a draugr came out of nowhere, grazing my forehead. As it missed, I quickly kicked its back legs, staggering it as I shoved my sword into its back.
I followed a narrow tunnel. The air grew colder and more tense as I approached a large chamber with a cascading waterfall and stream flowing through. As I got closer, a draugr jumped out of its coffin, rushing at me with a great axe. I dodged and, with my shield and sword ready, carefully circled the draugr. As it raised its axe, ready to swing, I lifted my shield. The axe hit with full force, causing pain, and I cried out. Quickly, with my left hand, I cut down its legs, toppling it over. As it fell, I struck my sword through its skull.
Out of breath, I decided to catch my breath. I took a drink of a small potion. The wound on my forehead healed, and my sore arm felt better. My shield was completely damaged, so I tossed it aside and made my way to the waterfall to refresh myself. I then sat down near a large chest, pulled out Arvel’s journal, and scanned through it quickly, learning what I needed about the claw and the Hall of Stories.
Just then, I heard footsteps running from the way I came.
“AN!” I heard my companions calling. I quickly got up, sprinted to the lever, and pulled it, eagerly waiting for the gate to open. When it finally opened, I dashed through, carefully jumping over stones to keep my footing.
I was led into a cave system with a stream flowing through and green plants illuminating a glow, providing slight light. It was a beautiful sight, but I had no time to appreciate it. I quickly hid, tucking myself into a small crack in the cave.
Not long after, Kaidan, Sven, and Lucien appeared. Sven had a nasty scrape on his arm, likely from the swinging blades. They stopped for a moment.
“We need to keep goin’. She couldn’t have gone far,” Sven said, holding his injured arm.
“Hold, Sven. Let’s take care of that arm,” Lucien piped up.
Just then, Kaidan grabbed Lucien by the throat, and he and Sven backed him into a corner.
“This is yer f*ckin’ fault!” Kaidan said angrily.
“What my fault? How could I know she was gonna pull somethin’ like this? Our deal was we would stay in the back and help. I didn’t think she would take charge so recklessly. This isn’t just on me, ye know. Ye guys pushed her to this!”
Just as Kaidan dropped him, Sven came in with his good hand and gave Lucien a black eye. As Kaidan and Sven were about to attack him again, I jumped out from my hiding place.
“STOP! Leave him alone! You stupid brutes!” I yelled, picking up a rock and throwing it at Kaidan’s head.
They all turned, furious.
“STOP! Leave him alone! You stupid brutes!” I yelled, picking up a rock and throwing it at Kaidan’s head.
They all turned, furious. Kaidan's face was a mask of anger, and Sven's eyes were narrowed with frustration. Even Lucien, usually the voice of reason, looked ready to snap.
“What in Oblivion do ye think ye’re doin’, An?!” Kaidan shouted, his accent thick with fury. “We’re takin’ ye back to Riverwood right now! Ye’ve caused enough trouble!”
Lucien, his eye already starting to swell from the punch, nodded in agreement. “He’s right, An. You’ve been reckless and put you’re self at risk. This isn’t a game, Sven got hurt trying to get thru those axes for you, I trusted you to listen!”
“I am sorry. but hey look a healing potion”
“Sven just glared”
They all approached, ready to grab hold of me.
I held up my hands, trying to calm them. “Wait! Listen to me. I know I’ve been reckless, but I got us this far. We can’t turn back now, not when we’re so close.”
Sven crossed his arms, still glaring. “And what makes you think we should trust you not to pull another stunt?”
I saw their resolve harden, and I knew they were set on bringing me back. Desperate, I pulled out Arvel's journal and set it alight with a small flame in my palm.
“Y’all can’t get through without my knowledge. I’m the only one who knows how to work the claw as a key. If you don’t let me finish this, none of us get the treasure or the tablet,” I said firmly, watching the flames dance on the edges of the journal.
Kaidan’s eyes widened, his anger momentarily replaced with shock. “Ye wouldn’t dare…”
“Oh, I would,” I said, holding the burning journal steady. “I’ll be more careful, but we’re finishing this. We’ve come too far to turn back now. The tablet is within our reach, and if we leave now, all of this will be for nothing.”
Kaidan looked at Lucien and Sven, their expressions a mix of doubt and frustration. He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “An, ye have a way of makin’ sense, even when ye’re actin’ daft. But this is the last chance. One more reckless move, and we’re draggin’ ye back, tablet or no tablet.”
Lucien, still visibly upset, added, “If you promise to stick with us and follow our lead, then maybe… maybe we can finish this. But you stay in the middle. No more running off.”
I nodded vigorously, extinguishing the flames on the journal. “Agreed. I’ll stay in the middle, and I’ll follow your lead. Let’s just finish this together.”
Sven sighed and uncrossed his arms. “Fine. But remember, you’re on thin ice, An. One slip, and you’re done.”
“Can we take a breather? I’m a little out of breath from outrunning y’all, and Sven looks like he could use some healing.”
This seemed to lighten the mood a bit; they all tried to hold back chuckles but were still frustrated.
“Fine, but only 20 minutes,” Kaidan ordered.
I called Sven over. He came and sat as I pulled out some bandages. As I began to pour some of the potion on his cut, he spoke.
“You certainly proved you can handle yourself. I’m proud of you,” he said shyly.
“I am sorry you got hurt. This was my fault.”
“It’s fine, An. Don’t feel bad. I have way more to be sorry about. I didn’t mean for you to go through that with the Thalmor. I know there is nothing I can say to make it better, and I know I am being hard and maybe a bit overprotective, but seeing you for the first time broke something in me. I don’t ever want to see you hurt again.”
“It’s fine, Sven. I am sorry for being so cold towards you. I really don’t want you gone. I don’t want to push you away.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
I gave Sven my hand and pulled him up. “I am glad we had this talk. You are one of my best friends, and I hated fighting with you.”
I quickly pulled him in, hugging him tightly around his hips. He was in shock before he hugged me close.
Just then, Kaidan appeared. “Aye, let's get goin’.”
We formed up, with me in the middle. The tension was still palpable, but there was a shared determination to see this through to the end. We moved forward, united by a common goal, though the recent friction still lingered in the air.
As we moved, there was a ledge covered in snow. I was about to look over when Lucien grabbed my hand, shaking his head. I rolled my eyes and followed, just then hearing a roar. We turned to see a huge troll knocking Kaidan over and charging at Lucien. He quickly set flames to the beast, causing damage to its fur but it still came for him, swinging its massive hands and knocking him out.
I pulled out my bow as Sven got ahead of me, drawing his sword and shield. Sven shielded us with his iron shield as the beast beat down on it. He tried looking for a way to strike. I quickly dropped the bow and pulled out my sword and dagger. I ran around Sven while the beast was distracted.
“An, stay behind—” Sven called, but I was already in action. I sank my dagger into the troll’s right shoulder while swinging around and stabbing my sword into its head with my left. It fell to the floor instantly.
The troll lay on top of me. “Someone get this wretched thing off! Phew, it stinks like sh*t!”
Sven and Kaidan pulled the heavy creature off me. I quickly ran to Lucien to help him up.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m quite fine. Thanks.”
Kaidan approached, his face still stern but softened slightly. “Ye saved us back there, An. But ye still need to be careful. Let’s finish this mission, and we’ll talk more later.”
Lucien nodded in agreement.
We formed up again, with me in the middle. The bond between us was stronger, and despite the lingering tension, we pressed on, united in our goal.
As we descended deeper into the barrow, the air grew colder, and an eerie silence settled around us. We passed through narrow corridors, encountering more draugr along the way. They emerged from their tombs, weapons in hand, eyes glowing with an unholy light.
“More draugr!” Sven shouted, drawing his sword and shield.
I stepped forward, my sword and shield ready. Kaidan moved to my left, Lucien to my right, and Sven took the rear. We formed a defensive line, cutting down the draugr as they came at us. Lucien’s fire spells lit up the dark corridors, while Sven’s arrows flew past me, striking down our foes.
One particularly large draugr swung its axe at me, and I blocked with my shield, feeling the impact reverberate through my arm. I countered with a slash to its midsection, and Kaidan finished it off with a powerful blow to its head.
“Keep moving!” Kaidan urged. “We’re almost there!”
Before reaching the Word Wall, we traversed the Hall of Stories, an immense room adorned with ancient carvings and mechanisms. The walls told tales of long-forgotten heroes and the mighty dragons they battled.
“There it is,” Sven said, pointing to the massive door at the end of the hall. “The keyhole for the claw.”
I stepped forward, holding the claw in my hand. The carvings on the door mirrored the symbols on the claw: a bear, a butterfly, and an owl. Carefully, I adjusted the rings on the claw to match
We continued through the winding tunnels, each step bringing us closer to our goal. The air grew colder and more tense as we approached a large chamber. Ahead, I saw the ancient Word Wall, its carvings glowing faintly in the dim light. A sense of anticipation filled the air, making my heart race.
“There it is,” Sven said, pointing to the massive door at the end of the hall. “The keyhole for the claw.”
I stepped forward, holding the claw in my hand. The carvings on the door mirrored the symbols on the claw: a bear, a butterfly, and an owl. Carefully, I adjusted the rings on the claw to match the symbols and inserted it into the keyhole. The door rumbled as ancient gears turned, and it slowly opened to reveal a dark passage beyond.
We reached a very large chamber, where there was a mysterious wall full of strange writhing symbols. The chanting was now so loud, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. “DO Y’ALL HEAR THAT?” I yelled, covering my ears.
“What do you hear, An?” Sven replied. “I hear nothing.”
I felt an overwhelming pull towards the wall, the ancient words whispering in my mind. I ran forward, unable to resist.
“An, be careful!” Lucien warned.
“AN!” Kaidan shouted.
As I approached the wall, light began to surround me. The carvings glowed brighter, and I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body. I reached out to touch the wall, and an aura of light crossed through my body. Just then, I felt an overpowering need to dominate.
A growl from behind made me turn just in time to see a powerful draugr overlord emerging from the shadows. Before any of my companions could come to help, the creature shouted, sending them flying back with a force similar to my repulsor, but this came from its mouth.
I pulled my sword, feeling an overwhelming need to conquer this particular draugr. We circled each other, his great war axe glinting menacingly, and my iron sword and dagger ready. As it lunged forward, I dodged, but not before receiving a cut across my abdomen. Oddly, no blood poured from the wound.
The draugr turned around again, swinging for my feet. I jumped onto the tomb it emerged from and quickly pranced off it. I felt the power of my repulsor building up—a surge of energy that allowed me to project a forceful wave from my body, sending a burst of that energy, that sent the drauger flying off the platform.
I quickly jumped down, barely holding on to consciousness. I landed, driving my sword through the draugr's chest. The light from its eyes faded into nothing, and the world then went black.
