Description Dragonborn Saga

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     The Dragonborn is a mortal with the blood and soul that of a dragon.

     The Last Dragonborn appeared on the on the Tamriel Continent in the world of Nirn to slay the World Eater 'Alduin' and the other dragons that returned to the world following the events of the Civil War in the Kingdom of Skyrim. His legend also contained...

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     151 Revelation

      "Where should I begin?"

     "..."

     No one responded. They didn't seem to understand anything from the start.

     "Can you make us understand first?" Jonrad asked in a low tone.

     I laughed without making much noise.

     Alina and Jull were sitting together at a table and seemed to be discussing something. My three parents don't seem to want to involve them in this conversation. I understand that they are worried but I have already told Jullanar everything. Maybe, she is the only person who knows the whole truth about me other than the Augur and Shadow.

     I wasn't planning to tell anyone else the ultimate truth and that includes my parents. I love them and I don't want them to think of me as something different.

     But that will leave another problem in my heart. I want them to love me as their son for the one I am, not the one I want them to believe.

     I am a bit conflicted here.

     "Sigh! Fine... the place Hilda and Nurina saw in my Mind Realm is a place from a different realm. Another realm of existence from outside Mundos if I dare to say. I am not sure about many things when comes to that world and this world but I can tell you for sure that the two places didn't hear of each other."

     The three looked at each other and started thinking of my words bit by bit.

     "So it is a different place?"

     "Pretty much so."

     "How far away from here?"

     "No idea."

     "And have you ever been there?"

     "Nope."

     """Huh?"""

     Well, I, as Jonhild, have never been to that place. That's the truth.

     "You are telling me that the place that your mind is mostly attached to is a place you have never been to?"

     "Exactly."

     "How is that possible?"

     It seems that the trio can't understand anything on their own.

     "Well, I am not sure what is the correct answer as I also wondered about that world since I was young."

     "You also don't know?"

     "Well, I don't know a lot about that world, I started seeing it in my dreams when I was young."

     That's not a lie. I saw many dreams of my past world when I was young. Back in the day, I was depressed about being reincarnated without having to know how I died. I made peace with it after five years of my reincarnation and started to blend in the new world without thinking too much about what happened.

     I mean, I thought about what happened but I didn't find any possible explanation until I heard some theories from the Augur.

     "So this world, you only visited it in your dreams."

     "It wasn't entirely like a visit or something I can freely move with. I only have memories of a different human who lived in that world and died there. I saw all his memories and arrived at a weird conclusion."

     "And it is?"

     "This person was me, from a life I lived in the past."

     "..."

     And that is when they turn speechless.

     Reincarnation is not a strange thing in this world. I mean it doesn't usually happen but it happened in the form of people known as the Shezarrine and the Nerevarine.

     The Shezarrine are the reincarnations of 'Shezarr' who is the imperial representation of the missing god 'Lorkhan' who the Nords call 'Shor'. These Shezzarine left their names in the history for the great deeds they have done such as Pelinal Whitestrake, Harrald Hairy-Breeks, Ysmir, Hans the Fox, etc.

     The Nerevarine, however, is the legitimate reincarnation of 'Indoril Nerevar' as well as the player character and protagonist of The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind. Indoril Nerevar was a Chimer hero who lived during the First Era. He was a champion of Azura, he also unified Chimer and Dwemer, following the overthrowing of the Nordic Empire. However, after the discovery that the Dwemer were creating the Numidium, he led his people against them in the War of the First Council and died at Red Mountain.

     [A/N: Chimer: the race that the Dunmer (Dark Elves) originated from after being cursed by Azura.

     Numidium: colossal humanoid golem created by the Dwemer, said to have been a thousand feet (304.8m) tall.]

     These are known stories to people like Nurina, and also is not something that hidden clan can be oblivious about.

     It made them sink into some deep thinking for a while but soon Hilda spoke.

     "So, that person you was in your past life, was he someone great?"

     I narrowed my eyes and tried to trace her line of thinking. It seemed she thought of the past me as a great person.

     "I am not sure about him, he didn't do much in his life to be regarded a hero or anything exceptional. All I know he was a person who studied law and practiced it as a job. He also knows about the Elder Scrolls."

     "... Elder Scrolls?"

     Jonrad opened his eyes wide and looked deeply at me.

     "In that case, you know where the Elder Scrolls are?"

     "Naturally."

     "And you are going to secure them?"

     "When the right time comes. As long as there is no need for them, it is better to keep them hidden as they are."

     Nurina smiled and shook her head.

     "So, all that talk about your past life wasn't just a way to tell the people to screw off."

     "Am I that kind of person?"

     The talk continued for a while and no flag was raised so far.

     "So, to sum it up. You inherited the knowledge of your past life and it will lead to the three Elder Scrolls of the prophecy."

     "That's how it is."

     They all nodded and looked at each other.

     "Regarding the other thing about Dragons, It is not true, is it?" Jonrad asked.

     Well, I guess telling them will keep them safer when the time comes… I don't want to be the only one preparing for the crisis after all.

     ***

     After a while of discussion, I checked with 'Alexa' (System) and it was around 1:15 AM right now.

     My parental trio went into a heated discussion with each other about the future threat. I didn't press the matter as me being a Dragonborn but Jonrad was already showing off his knowledge about dragons as a former Blade Agent. It seems that the Blades have inherited some techniques to seal the dragons or whatever they can do.

     It doesn't matter with me anyway as I am the ultimate mean to kill a dragon. They only thing that was in my mind right now is about how to prevent the major damages.

     If a dragon decided to attack a city in the middle of the day, I don't think your normal run in the mill town guards will be able to do it. I mean, these guys are well equipped and trained but fighting a dragon with that size of Paarthurnax is something ridiculous.

     This is the time where the Nords will need Magic the most despite their hate for Magic and Mages.

     Also, one of the matters that made me feel annoyed was the matter of mobility.

     The dragons can come and go whenever they wished for, which means, if I am in Winterhold and a dragon attacked Markarth then they are royally screwed until the put down the dragon by force, also the dragon won't be dead as it still needs it soul to be absorbed for it to completely die. Dragons can be revived by a certain Thu'um as long as their souls aren't absorbed yet.

     The difference between the reality and the game is vast and I need to be well aware when would a dragon appear and how to reach it as soon as possible. Dragons in the game were a random event that strikes based on the location of the player.

     It only increased to my headache as I tried to explain these issues to the three in front of me. Of course, I didn't say the word 'Game' or any of what was in my mind. I only explained how vast this task is.

     One more thing that added to my problems was this.

     "What about the dragons outside Skyrim?"

     That was a question asked by Hilda.

     "Solstheim will be one of the places outside Skyrim that will also suffer from the Dragon Break as far as my knowledge may go. The Dragons' main task will happen in Skyrim, I am not sure about the other provinces other than Skyrim but I guess Cyrodiil, Hammerfell, Morrowind, and High Rock will manage to do something about it on their own."

     The saw my point and nodded.

     "Regarding Black Marsh, Elsweyr, Valenwood, and Summerset. This will be the Dominion's problem. Let's not worry about them." Hilda said and we nodded.

     Black Marsh may not be a part of the Empire of the Dominion but they assisted the Dominion into weakening the Empire and invaded a lot of land in Morrowind.

     "I may ask for someone's guidance to help us with task… I don't want to do so but I will only if it is necessary." Nurina said in a grim expression.

     "You are speaking of…" I was wondering who can make Nurina this vexed.

     "The crazy old hag."

     Hmmm! This is one of the names Nurina calls her master with. I am very curious about that person. From Nurina's tales, her master is an overpowered person with a short temper and a tendency to kill whoever she doesn't like. Nurina, who normally is not afraid of anything, can have nightmares because of the traumas her master caused her.

     I really want to meet that person.

     As the talk was about to reach an end, someone came into the fort running.

     "Lady Hilda!"

     It was a man from the clan's guards.

     "What happened? Speak?" Hilda ran to the man.

     "Lady Hilda! A big problem. A guard came from Kynesgrove! An Elder Mammoth broke into madness, it is raging all over the place."

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     152 Unease

      A/N: Big thanks to Алексей Исланов! When I googled the name, it got translated as Alexey Islanov… Thanks, comrade!

     Also about the break I took, I will explain it at the end of the chapter.

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     An Elder Mammoth that went mad?

     This is what we called in my past life 'shit has gone south and in the worst way it can possibly go'.

     Imagine it as an unmanned train or a falling plane... a disaster that is simply unstoppable. The only way for it to end is to fall and it will do damage... Shit, ton, lots of, damage.

     Elder Mammoths are huge! Not like an African Elephant huge, it is double the size, double the tusks. Yes, like four tusks. I am not talking about the Gomphothere or anything from my past life, it is just like that colossal and primordial being that lived through the ages. An Elder Mammoth's age is around 300 to 400 years. [A/N: Gomphothere is an extinct type of elephants https://ibb.co/i6Nzjf freaking awesome.]

     When the Elder Mammoth reaches the end of its lifespan, there is a chance that it would feel an agonizing pain to the point that it would start rampaging around to find its peace. This is one of the reasons why the elder mammoths get to be hunted on a periodic pace.

     There is nothing like zoologists in this day and age but the nearby Nords normally keep an eye on the situation to keep the Elder Mammoths in check. Still, for a mad one to appear... it must have come from the deeper lands in the marshland of Eastmarch.

     "I'll go wake them up!"

     Hilda didn't wait after she got the news and ran deep into the fort, she has to wake up everyone.

     "Sigh! I am not in the right mindset to hunt an Elder Mammo..." Jonrad seemed to want to bail out.

     "I am going!" I said.

     "Well, I am coming then." He went back on his words.

     It is not really necessary for us to join the hunt, Jonrad and I can bail out whenever we like. We are born under the Serpent stars and we are not bound by the rules after all.

     Still, I wouldn't laze around.

     "I am coming too, I will just observe. Alina and Jull, bring my tools."

     Nurina also joined in. She has her own agenda that she wasn't interested in hiding.

     After some time, the hall became busy again. Twenty of us Firemanes were all geared up and looked majestic, Grandpa was leading the bunch and the guards were loading barrels of javelins on the horses.

     I also got geared up and carried my weapons.

     "This will be a good chance for you to learn more about the Flame Magic that the Dragon Guardian grants." Jonrad said.

     It is true, if I remember correctly, the Dragon Guardian makes the Fire Resistance and Effectiveness much stronger. For a Dragonknight like Jonrad, this is one of the core aspects of his strength.

     Anyway, most of the adults were ready for the ride. But once we reached the stable outside the fort, I almost stumbled from the surprise.

     In front of me, there were over ten Flame Atronach Horses.

     "You guys... you learned them in less than a week?"

     "Haha! Nephew, you did something great, those who don't have companion beasts that can be mounted can use these fancy Flame Atronach Horses now." Uncle Tyr was grinning ear to ear.

     He meant that someone like mom can ride on Ylva but someone like him who can't ride his snake is now able to ride my luxurious Flame Atronach Horses.

     Still, I only gifted the spell to the clan a week ago. But to think ten has already learned it. I totally underestimated the Firemanes' lust for anything that has the word 'Fire' or 'Flame' in its description.

     "Let's not wait anymore, open the gate!"

     Grandpa gave the order as he was riding on a large Black Bear and we all followed him.

     ***

     The trail went as usual, we were about twenty members of the family and a hundred member of the guards in addition to Nurina, Alina, and Jull.

     The plan was simple! Search, lure, and ambush.

     The road to Kynesgrove was not long and we reached the place in less than an hour.

     Aunt Skadi talked with the locals and we saw the amount of damage caused by the mammoth and the tracks it left. Looking at its footsteps gave me cold shivers over my spine.

     "That's almost a meter in diameter. How large is the damn thing?"

     "Don't ask me! This will be worse than expected."

     Jonrad wasn't happy with the situation either.

     Grandpa looked at Uncle Forseti and the later sent his owl to survey the place. The Owl Guardian grants the trait of sharing the sight with the companion owl as well as making the sight much better. One of the most enviable gifts one can get.

     I can do the same with my Familiars but it is not as perfect.

     "Found it! It is near the river fighting with another wild beast."

     "I understand! Hilda, did you find a good spot for trapping it?"

     "Yes, Father! Northwest to our sacred ground, there is a lake that has a bit of a small cliff north of it. If the mammoth ran to its direction, it will not see the lake and will trip over in it."

     The clan's sacred ground is 'Bonestrewn Crest'. A small hill with a Word Wall in the center of Eastmarch. The place will later be a dragon lair just like Mount Anthor, the sacred ground of the Moonblade Clan.

     "So be it. Who will be on the luring team?"

     This is where the arguing will come.

     Some of us need to go and make the mammoth chase them until the trapping spot.

     "I'll go." Uncle Tyr stepped forward.

     "I'll go too." Vladimir also stepped forward.

     These two learned how to use the Flame Atronach Horse spell so they are confident in its speed.

     "I'll go too." I stepped forward.

     "Jonhild, you don't need to…" Hilda almost freaked out on me.

     "I'll go with him." Jonrad stood beside me.

     Hilda sighed and shook her head. It wasn't a situation a mother and a wife would want to be in.

     Well, it was four of us to do the taunting now.

     ***

     "If I remember correctly, I got reincarnated in Skyrim, right?"

     "Why are you asking me that question?"

     "Well, I went through some weird ritual when I drank a weird potion and saw a weird dragon made of light then became some sort of Beastmaster and now I am tracking a mammoth with a spear in hand while crawling on the ground between the dried grass."

     "I still don't know how to link that with the reincarnation?"

     "Well, the exact same scenario happened in 'Far Cry Primal', it just made me wonder."

     "... What is 'Far Cry Primal'?" Jonrad asked me.

     "Oh... Nevermind! Is this close enough?"

     We were stalking the Mammoth. It seems to have got into a fight with some bears from the area. The bears were squished though.

     "Yes, the trail is fresh. What should we do from now on, uncle?"

     "Vladimir and Jonhild, you two survey the situation from afar, make sure that nothing or no one gets involved...."

     Tyr and Jonrad started giving Vladimir and me some instructions as the both of us were the ones to keep watch over the situation.

     ***

     "Is it me or this situation is not right?"

     Vladimir asked me.

     "I have no idea. What situation are you talking about?"

     "Look at the mammoth… It is not that old."

     "How do you know?"

     "There are signs to determine the age of a mammoth such as that but this one is just not that old to fall into madness yet."

     I didn't understand what he meant until he started explaining the aging signs and all the mammoth related stuff I don't know.

     "Shouldn't we inform them before they make a move then?"

     "It won't matter anyway, they have noticed from the beginning and it will make less difference. The mammoth is confirmed mad."

     I nodded to what Vladimir said. But he still looked uneasy.

     About a hundred meters away, there stood a gigantic creature around five meters in height and was moving around in anger.

     The ground was obliterated by the mess that mammoth caused. The area itself doesn't have many trees but nothing was standing in front of that angry fellow.

     The problem is that Kynesgrove village was around the corner so that mammoth should be lured in the marshland once again so it can be hunted with ease.

     Tyr and Jonrad made sure to keep their Flame Atronach Horses hidden closeby so when things break into a total mess, they get to make a run for it.

     Once they were close enough, the started crawling on the ground with javelins in their hands.

     The mammoth was just about twenty meters away from them when they stood up and threw the javelins at the mammoth's butt.

     A thundering cry sounded from the mammoth as it raised its head and snot high from the pain. It turned around only to see Tyr and Jonrad running to the other side.

     Rage appeared on the mammoth's face and it started to move.

     "Let's go." Vladimir and I also started to run to our horses.

     And the pursuit started.

     Our advantage was being easy to spot at the night because all our horses were Flame Atronachs and it was the version that I developed, so not getting caught by the mammoth was not that hard.

     "Just keep riding south, look ahead and watch where you go." Jonrad said.

     I was riding in the lead according to the formation.

     It didn't take much time and we could see the signal of Hilda and understood where the trap exactly is.

     "My turn."

     I rode forward faster than the rest towards the trap and cast a spell once I reached it. The trap was a small rock slope hidden by some long grasses. The mammoth is tall but it won't see it anyway.

     As the person who reached the trap first, there were only five seconds for me to cast two Expert Level spells… Not an easy task!

     "Okay, now!"

     The other three joined me already and jumped from their horses to ride the Flame Atronach Hawks I just conjured.

     Once all of that was done, the hawks rose in the sky and attracted the mammoth's attention. It was now looking at those flaming birds the same way it looked at the horses, it even became faster.

     "Damn! That thing…"

     "Just go higher!"

     I increased the flight speed as much as I could and we barely survived the tusks of one angry elder mammoth, it was still following though.

     It didn't look down as we, its target, were going up. That helped when the mammoth approached the trap and….

     *THUD* *SPLASH*

     It fell just like that.

     Under the trap was a big muddy pit-like pond. The mammoth fell from the height of two meters and big splash erupted.

     "NOW!"

     The Firemanes appeared from their hiding and started the assault. Those who could use magic used it, those had had javelins threw it. It was an all-out attack against the mammoth, but…

     The mammoth stood as it was nothing! An angry cry rumbled as the mammoth trumpeted as it stood with ease.

     No one expected this!

     "Dammit! Is it really a dying mammoth? How can something like that be mad at the prime of its strength?" Tyr roared and asked me to direct the Flame Atronach Hawk down.

     "Fine, you three go down, I will bug it from above."

     The Flame Atronach Hawks landed on the ground and the three passengers ran to help the rest.

     My part was to buzz around the mammoth, it would be better to divert its attention towards something it can't reach.

     Still… why do I feel this unease?

     The answer came just a second later though... with a roar from another angry mammoth!

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      "Impossible! Another one?"

     The clansmen were in shock, this is not a subjugation anymore.

     "Jon, see where that came from!" Someone called and I was already doing what he said.

     I rose higher with the Flame Atronach Hawk and didn't even need to use a detection magic to tell where it was coming from.

     "Another Elder Mammoth coming from the south, a bit smaller and as mad as this one." I shouted my voice out.

     "Wha... Another one is mad?"

     "Take cover and climb the high rocks, make every spear count!"

     "Jon, lend me one of your birds!" Jonrad called at me.

     I still haven't banished the remaining Flame Atronach Hawks so I sent one to him.

     "Boy, we need to distract that one together until the others finish of the big mammoth."

     "Easier said than done! I will try."

     We directed the Flame Atronach Hawks to face the coming Mammoth, it was a bit slow but very unstoppable.

     "Jonhild, don't be stubborn and use Flame Magic this time. Neither Lightning nor Frost will do anything to that thick fur ball."

     "Tsk, I was going to do that move I did on the Bloodsails ship back at Winterhold."

     "What move?"

     "I was planning to jump on its head with a 'Thunder Cookie'. Back then, it made the ship almost flip upside down."

     "Huh! Just that? Don't you remember that time when you were being chased and I set the whole ship that was chasing you on fire in one go?"

     "Old man, that was just setting a ship on fire."

     "Just try that spell I taught you."

     "Fine, we will go around it in circles and give it hell."

     We were flying above the newcomer mammoth and started evoking the same spell.

     This is one of Jonrad's masterpieces. A spell that follows the immediate will of the caster. It works like any Flame Magic spell and it is very much similar to the most basic spell, the 'Flames' spell. Its brilliance comes with the control over it. It is cumbersome but as long as the caster wills, it can be shaped into anything. It can be sent as Fireball projectile or a channeled spell. As long as there is Magicka within the caster, it can be cast.

     After the evocation was complete, we directed the Flame Atronach Hawks to fly around the mammoth in circles.

     Its attention was full attracted to us and it raised its snot to catch Jonrad's Hawk but it was evaded skillfully.

     "Now, give it all you have!" Jonrad shouted and we cast the spell together.

     As if our thoughts have overlapped, we father and son made two strong streams of flames akin to a dragon breath and shot it at the mammoth. The mammoth was too big and too slow to evade this.

     Once the flames landed, the whole mammoth was caught on fire as if being cooked alive. It was a cruel way to kill an animal but it was the only way for two mages to deal with such a threat.

     Strong cries sounded from the mammoth. At first, there was a strong anger as it was helplessly trying to retaliate, then it became cries of desperate madness.

     I was shocked!

     Why do I seem to understand it that much?

     It is not like my conversations with Nefertiti but I was very able to understand the emotions of the mammoth.

     "Wh… What is going on?"

     For a second, my magic was about to be cut short.

     "Jonhild, watch out!"

     Jonrad's voice woke me up and for a second I saw something flying at me.

     I subconsciously commanded the Flame Atronach Hawk to evade and made a 360 with a dive. Before I know it, I was already too close to the mammoth.

     Dangerous! The hair of my body was all erected when I felt the immense danger from getting too close to that angry mammoth.

     I continued the maneuver in the air and tried to go up before the mammoth can catch me but the fucker responded even faster.

     It stood up on its rear legs the same way the other mammoth did and obstructed my escape path.

     I was to fly up and go over its back but I will crush into it now with my speed.

     "Jonhild!"

     I could hear Jonrad shouting at me to watch out but I was already calculating my next move.

     Back when I was a kid in my past life, I loved riding bicycles. There was that lesson I learned after crashing into a car once that trying to slow down or stop will surely get me hurt so the best way was to go faster than the accident itself, and that's how I will do this.

     I didn't try to fly up anymore and flew down… a sharp down.

     Once I reached the ground, I took another sharp turn to fly with Flame Atronach Hawk as low as possible. My aim with to pass from beneath the mammoth.

     Still, the sight of the mammoth above me made me feel so scared if that thing went down on top of me. I wished I could use 'Teleport' right away but the spell takes time to cast, I don't have put less than a second to act now.

     Once my resolve firmed, I shouted a Thu'um.

     "WULD!"

     With the voice of mine, the world around me felt like it was being wrapped and the space ahead of me looked funny for a second then it all came back as it was and I was about ten meters away from the Flame Atronach Hawk I was one and the Mammoth that was crashing down on it.

     *Boom* *Boom*

     With a booming sound, the mammoth stomped with its forelegs and with another booming sound, the Flame Atronach Hawk exploded.

     The mammoth cried from the fire once again and it gave me enough time to run away as fast as I could.

     That furball tried to hunt me with a tree trunk then stomp on me with all its weight!

     Pretty scary!

     I heard on some documentary that elephants are so smart and of course mammoths should at least be like them but this one is murderously smart.

     "Jonhild! Are you alright?"

     Jonrad looked worried sick as he flew to pick me up on the Flame Atronach Hawk he was using.

     "Dammit! I almost lost one of the nine lives I had over this!"

     "... As long as you are alright… Hey, don't do that scary maneuver once again! Your mothers will skin us if they heard of it." Jonrad was a bit pale as it seemed he was on an emotional rollercoaster.

     {Will skin who again?}

     But for some reason, I heard Nurina's voice in my head.

     "Huh? Who is that?" Jonrad started looking around.

     Aha! A telepathy link was established.

     "Calm down! That's Nurina speaking directly to our heads."

     "... That's not funny!"

     {I don't care what are you guys doing but we are finished here. What is your situation?}

     {We are having it hard here. Can we have some support?}

     {... We will come right away.}

     Nurina's call was heard by both of us and we nodded to each other. I once again conjured a Flame Atronach Hawk and took attacked the mammoth with the same plan as before.

     It started crying once again and I was still able to understand it. The fear it developed to fire was starting to take over its emotions by now. I was having no pity for it this time though.

     It suddenly cried loudly and fell on its side.

     "Is it over?"

     "We need to get closer to know so."

     We indeed went closer. Once we arrived just about four meters away from it, the mammoth appeared to be still breathing heavily.

     "Damn! This is not natural!" Jonrad said.

     "Do you feel it too? The mammoth?"

     "Eh? Ah! It is your first time. Maybe because you are used to your cat and the more domesticated animals and the clan's companion beasts so you may not notice it right away but the Titanborn bloodline gives some empathetic power to commune with the wild. It is something that was supposed to be part of all the Nordic clans but it is the strongest in ours."

     "Hmm! I see… Is it because of the creation of human theory?"

     "Indeed! Us Nords are the first men, we were created by the breath of Kyne. The same way beasts were created, and with the Titanborn bloodline, we can understand the hearts of the beast."

     "I see. So what was the unnatural thing you found out just now?"

     "See for yourself… the mammoth, it is not ragging anymore!"

     I opened my eyes wide and looked at the mammoth we just fought. By a bit of concentrating, I could feel the emotions of the mammoth. Surprisingly, it was not as angry or as berserk as before. It only felt tired and wanted to rest.

     With all the wounds over its body! It wasn't feeling negative at all. It even wasn't that damaged or wounded. Indeed some parts were charred and they may leave a few scars but it was having any problems now.

     "What in Oblivion is going on? Is it feeling peaceful all of a sudden after it went mad?" I wasn't able to keep up with anything anymore.

     Jonrad held his chin and shook his head not understanding the situation too.

     A few seconds later, we could hear the sounds of someone coming. It was Hilda and the rest.

     For some reason, they carried the same expressions as us. Grandpa came forward and heard what happened from Jonrad. He then said something that added more to the mystery.

     "It is indeed strange but there is only one thing I can understand… These mammoths weren't mad to begin with."

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     154 Troubled Times 1 : The Mad Mammoths

      "... These mammoths weren't mad to begin with."

     "..."

     Grandpa's words were right on point. The mammoths that went mad seek death to rest from a certain pain as far as we know but there was nothing heard before about the mammoths being cured of that state.

     This only meant that the mammoth returned back from the madness for the first time in history (as far as we know) or there madness wasn't natural.

     "They were triggered by something!"

     We all looked at the one who spoke and that was Nurina.

     "Arch-Wizard Nurina, do you have an explanation?"

     "I am not sure myself. It was fascinating to witness a mammoth in its rage but that wasn't normal. By the signs I read, this mammoth over here is too young to go on madness. Something or someone must have caused it to go mad. Don't you think so too, Jon?"

     Why is he asking me?

     I am not sure why she said that but I managed to take a hint.

     Right as I got the idea, I turned around and walked to the mammoth that was lying on a mound over there. I didn't even get triggered at me at all.

     "Hey, Furball! I need you to keep calm, no one will hurt you anymore."

     The mammoth opened its eye and looked at me for a second then closed it calmly again. It somehow meant that it is fine with me getting close.

     Uncle Balder followed me closely as he was to act with me, he is the most knowledgeable one in the clan about the animals and he even developed some medicines regarding there cases.

     After a fast examination, he already guessed up what was going on.

     "It seems what Arch-Wizard Nurina said was true. The last mammoth has traces of a strange substance around its snot. It seemed that these two hotheads have caused a high amount of heat to purge that substance out of the mammoth's body. Truly, idiots can be marvelous sometimes."

     "Hey, Balder. You can call Jonrad whatever you like but Jon is a genius."

     "I apologize, father."

     I don't understand why but Uncle Balder usually treats the other people coldly. And regarding what Grandpa said about me being a genius, it is not only my case. Every Firemane is a genius.

     Still, for a pacifist like Uncle Balder, he doesn't like warmongers like Jonrad the most. He may be the weakest uncle but he is a poet and a medicine master, his knowledge of alchemy is over what I have seen in even the College.

     Anyway, he could determine that the mammoth was indeed acting under the effect of some drug that it inhaled.

     "From the engravings on the tusks of the mammoth, this one was raised by giants. The giants value mammoths the most and will never hurt them."

     "Which means this was done by a man."

     "But for what reason?"

     The conversation started going around in circles and most of the people around were trying to deny the fact that it may be what they think of.

     "If what I am thinking about is correct, then this matter won't end by just this mammoth here. More will appear very soon." I said what was in my mind.

     Once I said that, the people around me looked at me with displeasure. Of course no one would want my words to be true. Oblivion! Even I don't want them to be true.

     But reality has proven to be a bitch as usual when we heard another loud cry of a mammoth.

     Those who looked at me in disdain before glared at me this time. I could only shrug my shoulders saying 'I told you so!'

     "You jinxed it, Jon!" Even Jull and Alina who were carrying Nurina's tools as if her maidservants were glaring at me.

     "It seems like what we didn't want to think of is true. I think we have to fend off the mammoths that will come and send a team to investigate…" Grandpa started putting a plan, "... Any volunteers that will go with Jon?"

     "Hey, Old Man! Why should I go?"

     "You jinxed it, boy! Rules are rules."

     "... What rules? And since when do the clan's rules get applied on me?"

     "The punishment does."

     "Tsk!"

     These people!

     "Fine! I am the only one that can fly anyway. Who wants to come with me? Good news... we will fly, bad news... we will fly!"

     The family members in front of me looked at each other and sighed.

     "I am coming!" Jonrad said.

     "No! They will need you to use the strong Flame Magic to finish the mammoth faster." I said.

     "I will come then." Hilda said.

     "Okay!"

     Hilda is easier to deal with that Jonrad anyway.

     "You guys need to call reinforcements. This matter should be handled as someone trying to draw some of us out to deal a blow to us. I don't know what strategies you use in that situation but the number we have here is not promising to fend off two more mammoths."

     I started bossing the Firemanes around.

     We were around 120 but that is still not good. Only 20 of us are from the main house and we are the true fighting force around here. The soldiers of the clan will soon not be able to keep up.

     Grandpa nodded to my words even though he didn't want to consider it a direct attack on the clan.

     What worried me the most was the power of the clan itself. It is by no means bad and every one of the Elders can defeat me in less than three moves if they went serious. The thing that worried me was how massive and strong these mammoths are.

     I tried to compare their size to a dragon like Paarthurnax and really got me bad. Paarthurnax is gigantic and there is no clue that the other dragons won't be as large as him. If that power level of the mammoth can make us troubled like that then the future where dragons will be on every mountain beak is something apocalyptic for the current day Nords.

     The Firemanes can make it. They may have a free of charge Dragonborn if they encountered trouble but they can fend off a dragon if they worked like hell together.

     Anyway, I think it is time to stop these depressing ideas. I was already done conjuring the Flame Atronach Hawks and rode with Hilda.

     The mammoth that was lying around nearby moved up before I could fly and everyone tensed. However, it didn't move at us. It picked the direction where the angry mammoth cry came from just a while ago and started moving south.

     "What is it doing?" Hilda was worried about the situation.

     "Hey, Furball! Where to?"

     The mammoth trumpeted as a response and hasted its pace ahead.

     "That mammoth! Has it just told you to follow?"

     "Seems so! It doesn't want to meet its drugged kin as it seems and wants to lead us somewhere."

     I urged the atronach to fly and follow Furball.

     It was Hilda's first time to fly and she seemed to be excited about it. She kept pointing at the places she knew from above and it was rather getting annoying.

     Soon enough, we saw a mammoth 200 meters away and it was raging around and destroying stuff. This was the one we heard after I jinxed it. Good news is… it is not out of the marshland and can't be considered a threat anytime soon.

     After a while, we say corpse of a mammoth and it seemed that this one got beaten up by another mammoth. Furball convoyed its sadness in a low sound.

     "This is more chaotic than we thought."

     "I don't want to say 'I told you so'. Seems like the bigger mammoths could rage around all they wanted and the smaller ones started escaping."

     "I think the Giants are trying to deal up with the situation too."

     "It won't matter to them if it is this human or that human, a human in troubled times like this will always be met with hostility."

     I said as I didn't really care about giants too much. Those who played Skyrim must have experienced the 'Giants' Space Program' trauma. [A/N: A bug in the game that can get any high leveled played killed. Just one hit and you will fly so high that you can see the whole damn Skyrim from above.]

     "Who said you can't reason with giants?" Hilda replied at me with something that made me taken aback.

     "Can you?"

     "Naturally."

     "Naturally!"

     "I have a friend."

     "A giant friend?"

     "Yes, her name is Shuna."

     Shuna? Is that a giantess name?

     As far as I know, it is hard to reason with giants. There was that annoying quest in the game where the player will try to trade a goat from a giant called Grok. This is the only possible interaction I know of in the game and the names of the giants are weird and primitive so it was hard to deal with these folk, even their language is unique and no one mastered before. (for the lack of interest)

     "So, that friend of yours, can she help us with the investigation?"

     "If she didn't find out that the situation is related to us so make sure not to say something weird around her if we met her, she can understand the common language very well."

     "Okay."

     "Also, don't try to act smart when giants are close by. Just be as peaceful as ever and they won't be a threat. Shuna is a matriarch so she holds more power than any giant you may have heard of."

     I nodded.

     Giantesses haven't appeared in the game so I am not sure how will they look like. When I asked Hilda more questions about the matters she told me that giantesses are few in number and higher in power so they get to be protected by a lot of males.

     So giants are feminists, huh? Didn't see that one coming.

     Anyway, we kept following Furball until we reached a cave, it looked rather massive but a bloody sight was beheld in front of the place.

     Around three males giants were lying dead. A lot of arrows and wounds all over their bodies.

     "I guess you are definitely right, Jonhild. This is Shuna's cave."

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     155 Troubled Times 2 : Before The Storm

      We kept following Furball until we reached a cave, it looked rather massive but a bloody sight was beheld in front of the place.

     Around three males giants were lying dead. A lot of arrows and wounds all over their bodies.

     "I guess you are definitely right, Jonhild. This is Shuna's cave."

     Shuna's cave has three dead giants in front of it. I say this is not looking good for giants at this end of the situation. The giants were around twelve feet in height (3.5 Meters) which was rather impressive to kill them. I wonder how many they had to face to die with this number of arrows and spears.

     "What should we do from now onward?"

     "... I have no idea. If there are giants left in the cave, I doubt we will be able to even reason with them."

     "Hmmm! I see."

     Meanwhile, as I and Hilda were trying to figure out what to do, Furball walked to one of the giants and made some sad groans. Hilda and I managed to understand that this giant was Furball's friend.

     "I say we have someone who can talk some sense into the giants for us." I said.

     "And if it failed, we will just run."

     "Sounds like a plan."

     I then conjured a familiar cat and sent it into the cave of Shuna. With some simple commanding the familiar found its way to the inner parts of the cave and suddenly the connection got lost.

     "Someone must have attacked my familiar inside the cave."

     "Then we can guarantee to get some answers."

     We decided to wait for whoever inside the cave to respond and it took about two minutes for us to feel a movement from inside.

     What came out from the cave were two giants, they appeared to have some long, powerful limbs, thick skin, with large hands and feet, and decorative scars on their chest that are mainly tribal or religious symbols, their hair was braided with decorative beads and their faces were wrinkled. They also had elf-like pointy ears.

     The two held crudely made weapons as they were simply some large stone and wood clubs. For clothing, they wore pelts of fur and bones and simple loincloths.

     They didn't quite look like the giants from the game as they were just the same model over and over but these two looked like an old giant and a youthful giant. What they have in common, however, was the angry look they had on their faces when they looked at me and Hilda.

     "Don't harm them, Jonhild. Just oppress them with your Aura."

     As Hilda said, we both released our Auras at the same time. Hilda's bloody red Aura and My light green Aura didn't seem to hinder one another at all and made a unique harmonious effect as the giants retreated from the shock they felt. It was hard to threaten a giant but this is enough to cause them to hold back their temper. If a fight started, it would be better not to stay around the area.

     "Bring me Shuna! Tell her that Hilda wants to meet."

     Hilda glared at the giants and kept oppressing them. The giants raised their clubs to warn her from getting closer and the situation was like a challenge between two stubborn brats.

     "Hey, Furball. A little help here, buddy."

     I called for the mammoth that was still lamenting its friend and diverted the attention of the giants towards it.

     The Giants indeed noticed it and seemed to be on guard against the mammoth for a second but they realized it is not mad anymore.

     I retreated my aura and the atmosphere calmed down.

     "Tell Shuna to come and talk with Hilda."

     After a short staring contest with the two giants, the elder one turned around and left the younger one to guard the cave's entrance after he went in.

     Hilda and I were still on guard of whatever comes out from the cave. I had prepared a 'Teleport' spell on hand and was ready to take Hilda and escape any second.

     Still, we felt some heavy footsteps and something came out of the cave. It was indeed a female giant but the difference between males and females was big…

     First, her limbs looked wider than most giants. She had a lot more muscles than them. She held a scary club and wore a lot more hide and fur than the other giants. Her hair was a bit light grey and her skin was darker than the males. It really seemed that she is the boss around the male giants.

     The discovery was strange but it wasn't anything important right now. However, I remembered some mod that added female giants to the game and it was a bit hilarious and very inaccurate for a lot of reasons. Especially when all the giantesses looked really sexy in that mod.

     Anyway, here it is in front of us. Shuna, the matriarch of giants in this territory.

     "What's going on Shuna? You look a bit pale." Hilda walked forward and greeted Shuna nonchalantly.

     "... Skadi!"

     "Eh? No, I am Hilda."

     The giantess glared at Hilda and stomped on the ground causing us to feel it shaking.

     "SKADI?"

     The giantess shouted in a different tone.

     "Oh, you mean where is Skadi? She is home looking at the matter of your mammoths going mad."

     "... Mamaf?"

     "Yes, we brought one over there."

     Shuna the giantess looked at Furball and seemed to have an understanding that we came to help. The way she asked about Aunt Skadi was because she was more familiar with her than Hilda as I was told. Still, for her to tell the difference between Hilda and Skadi who are identical twins explains that this giantess is very smart.

     Still, I was being looked at by the giantess.

     "Pur sushnu?"

     "Yes, he is a Firemane, my son."

     "Hilda sushnu! Su mamaf, gwarshta."

     "She is thanking you for returning the mammoth."

     "Oh, you welcome."

     Well, she is friendly at least.

     "Shuna, there are some strange things happening around the land, what do you know."

     The conversation later started going between Hilda's responses and Shuna's giant language. I was really trying to pick up some words from that language but it was a complete strange territory to me. How the hell did an airhead like Hilda managed to learn that? It is a very primitive language.

     After a while, Hilda looked at me and said what she understood.

     "Shuna is saying that two suns ago, which means two days ago, some evil people that she called 'Marti gwasha' came and attacked the giants with a lot of arrows and threw weird substances on the mammoths and made some fire."

     "What does that word you just said mean?"

     "Marti means death, Gwasha means walk."

     Death and Walk…

     "Necromancers?"

     "It may be the case. For a gang of necromancers to come out in broad daylight only means how strong they are, this only means one thing to our clan."

     "And it is?"

     "The 'Blackrock Clan'."

     ***

     We left the place immediately.

     This may be a very dangerous situation right now. We need all the power the clan can muster.

     The Blackrock Clan is one of the Hidden Clans that had an old grudge against the Firemanes and they managed to play us out of our den so far. This will prove troublesome if they were planning an all-out attack on the Firemane's hunting party that has a lot of the key figures of the clan.

     This is troublesome. I was planning to return to Winterhold by tomorrow but this may cause me to wait for a few more days.

     Once we reached the last place we met the party in, we found some tracks and discovered that they have retreated to Kynesgrove once again.

     We headed to the village and found that Uncle Tyr was managing the troops of the clan around the village and fortifying its barricade. Also, Grandpa and the rest were in the inn and told us that there was a sudden update to the situation.

     "Our docks were attacked. It is the Bloodsails doing."

     "So we are under attack, just as Jonhild predicted."

     "It seems the peace is about to be over. The Dare Dragon Company's existence and its alliance with the righteous clans caused our old enemies to feel threatened. The Bloodsails have moved in haste and called their allies too."

     "So it is the Bloodsails and the Blackrock this time."

     "Indeed, now we need to stop their sudden aggression and call for reinforcements from home. We also need to return Jonhild to Winterhold and Sigurd to his clan immediately."

     "Wait, won't I be fighting?"

     "Everyone will fight but you need to be among your troops and in your stronghold, no one knows when will the try to sneak attack us once again and how many clans are involved in their conspiracy."

     "I see!"

     "Father, when will the reinforcements come? And who is leading it?"

     "It is your mother who is leading it and Arch-Wizard Nurina has just sent some mind message to her telling her to come with the rest and around two hundred troops."

     "Isn't it a bit risky?" I asked.

     "Risky?"

     "Yes, the Blackrock Clan troops are around somewhere and the Bloodsails are marching from the north. This is the perfect opportunity for the Blackrock who have a horde of undead to trap our reinforcements with their undead as a suicide squad."

     The undead are the perfect suicide troops, what is dead can never die.

     Grandpa fell in silence and nodded to my words.

     "We need to move based on what Jonhild's idea. Who will go?"

     "There will be no need to move in numbers." I said.

     "Huh?"

     "Nurina, what do you think?" I said.

     "... Hm? I can only participate in communications. Not really interested in fights. My identity as Nurina Aren will cause trouble in the College if I was found out that I participated in a fight between the natives."

     Huh? You are just being lazy. Admit it!

     "Well, looks like I have to explain the situation to you… We can conjure undead, right?" I said.

     "Right."

     "The Blackrocks are also necromancers, right?"

     "Right."

     "When was the last time we compared our Undead others? Especially someone who is specialized in undeath."

     Nurina lagged for a second and looked at me.

     "Jull, Alina! Prepare my stuff."

     I knew how easy she can be lured. She would never resist the opportunity after all.

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     156 Troubled Times 3 : Necromantic Skirmish

      It was nights and all the lights died in the surrounding area. Even Kynesgrove itself felt quiet.

     The truth was definitely the opposite. The Firemanes have made a lot of preparations for the party yet to come.

     Jon was surveying the land from above, using his magic to detect all sorts of life and death signals while dimming the radiance of the Flame Atronach Hawks that he was leading.

     On the other Flame Atronach Hawks were three more beauties. Jullanar was holding her lever-action crossbow while preparing her mentality for the blood show, Nurina was checking her last few edits on her personal spells the things she wants to try, Alina was holding a 'Telepathy' scroll and contacting the Firemane reinforcements.

     "61 tangos confirmed! Mostly necromancers and archers

     "Senior, what are tangos?"

     "When he says tangos, he means 'targets'."

     "Ah! I see."

     "The plan is simple, we lure the enemy out and kill them."

     "That sounds like an effortless way of thinking."

     The simple plan was made by Nurina and the party descended between the trees where the enemies only left three Necromancers to cover the area. Once the three were spotted, Jullanar put a bolt in each's head.

     "Nice shooting! Now move out, I want everyone in their location ASAP."

     With Jon's encouragement, Alina and Jull nodded and ran together into the forest.

     "Seems like you have two girls that will do anything for you without questioning."

     Nurina was looking at Jon and watching his expressions.

     "I can understand Jull's feelings but Alina seems to be trying to put extra effort."

     "Is it for nothing?"

     "Hm? No, I find her adorable, especially when she tries to reveal her face around me more often now."

     "Fufu! I am sure you are happy about it but don't you dare make a move on her as you did on Jull. She is a fine girl and my student after all."

     "... When did you… No, never mind!"

     Jon was taken aback with Nurina's knowledge about the development of his relationship with Jullanar. It was kinda annoying for him to not be able to hide a thing from her.

     "Can we please focus on what we have now. I will conjure around a hundr… damn!"

     While he was speaking, Nurina had already summoned around twenty Undead in one go. She cast one more time and twenty more appeared. They were all the high tier undead from the Soul Cairn, the Wraithmen.

     "Sigh! Give me a break." Jon was a bit disheartened from Nurina's ridiculous skill and started to summon his undead too. Compared to her, his best was to form two layers of the same spell on each other and summon two undead creatures in one go. It still was cumbersome for him too. He was well aware of what kind of a monster his adoptive mother is.

     After some time, he used half of his Magicka and summoned 80 Bonemen archers in 40 casts. Nurina was done in around 5 casts and summoned 100 Wraithmen.

     "Didn't you get way too overpowered lately?"

     "It is nothing to brag about." Nurina said while making a proud pose.

     Jon wasn't feeling well anyway and decided to bully the next victim to get rid of his frustration.

     A while later, a message arrived through Nurina's telepathic link.

     {Jon, the convoy is about a hundred meters away and the enemies are fully focused on it.}

     "Perfect! The exact location?"

     {Seventy meters away on your seven o'clock. They are making a road blockage and hiding behind some rocks, the rear blockage will be mine.}

     "Okay, I better get into the mood too." Jon prepared himself and moved his undead team right to its position north of the Blackrock troops. Meanwhile, Nurina's undead were hiding between the trees, Alina summoned some Mistmen and Jullanar was hiding on a tree.

     "Now we have four teams, which means four code names…" (Jon)

     {Sigh! Here he goes again!} (Jull)

     {This is actually my favorite part.} (Alina)

     "It is pretty simple, ladies. Team Alpha is Nurina's, Team Bravo is me, Team Charlie is Alina, and Unit Delta is Jull."

     {This is getting confusing!} (Nurina)

     "Just stick to the plan, ladies. We will swoop these bastards and they won't see it coming."

     While Jon was bragging with his modern warfare knowledge, his undead got discovered.

     "Kalf! Do you see these strange things?"

     "I don't know, Hott. It is too dark… Hey, don't go near that…"

     "Don't worry, I won't…"

     *Swoosh*

     "ENEMY ATTACK!"

     Jon saw the situation through his familiar in the sky and felt disappointed. He could also hear some giggles through the telepathic link.

     "Ladies, we have good news and bad news. Bad news is… we have been discovered. Good news is… it's all according to the plan."

     {{{.....}}}

     "Team Bravo, moving out."

     Once he gave the signal, tens of arrows brock through the air and mowed down on the Blackrock troops.

     "Watch out! We are being ambushed."

     "Team Charlie, pin them down."

     The whole ambush team of the Blackrock Clan went into chaos and tried to retreat behind cover but from the cover, Frost Magic attacks came raining down.

     "Team Alpha, Team Delta…"

     On Jullanar's side, she started sniping the Blackrock clansmen that were positioned to block the retreating path for the coming Firemane reinforcements convoy. They were a few in number and couldn't see where the attacks were coming from.

     On Nurina's side, her small horde of Wraithmen started advancing in and attacked the Blackrocks from the only way left for them to retreat.

     In the ambush area, a man stood in the middle watching the situation in bewilderment. His name Gils Blackrock and he is one of the Blackrock's main family.

     "What in Oblivion is that?" He asked the men around him while trying to calm himself down in this situation.

     A young man came running to him and shouted.

     "Father! Father! It's an ambush… A sort of Undead all dyed in black. They killed Hott."

     "Black?"

     He didn't understand what his son, Kalf said. Undead were mostly either ghosts, corpses, or bones. Black undead are somewhat unusual even to a clan that calls itself the Blackrock.

     "Dammit! We can't stay like this anymore… summon the undead."

     The Blackrocks necromancers didn't wait anymore and summoned their undead who go conjured in the same fashion as Jon's and Nurina's undead.

     Through the familiars in the sky, Jon and Nurina saw that.

     "Did you just see that? They can summon undead too?" Jon didn't expect to see this one coming.

     Summoning the undead wasn't something common at all. It needed the mage to be aware of the existence of the Soul Cairn and possess the right amount of talent to summon the black undead of the Soul Cairn. Else, the Ideal Masters who rule the Soul Cairn will snatch the soul of the mage.

     Still, these mages from some hidden clan could achieve a huge feat such as summoning the undead.

     "Hmm! It is interesting indeed! It was a good decision to come here after all." Nurina was also analyzing what she just saw.

     "Look, kid! Do you see their undead clearly?"

     "Yes."

     "What do you think?" Nurina asked.

     Jon focused on the undead battle that started between the black undead and the Blackrock's undead and tilted his head.

     "Aren't those… plain normal undead?"

     "Right."

     "Huh? Why would it… wait wait wait! Did you just see that?"

     "See what?"

     "One of your undead just smashed a skeleton and its remained!"

     "Oh, you also noticed."

     "What is going on?"

     According to the rules of conjuration, conjured creatures should return back to their realm once they got destroyed. For the remains of the still remain in the realm they got conjured to is illogical. These creatures have their souls bound to the realm they came from after all and they don't really die even if their bodies are destroyed as they get new bodies later on.

     To Jon, that didn't make any sense but Nurina has already figured out some theories.

     "Let's finish them off and analyze the situation afterward."

     To Nurina's words, Jon nodded and conveyed the orders to the other two to prepare for the final assault.

     Once everything was set, the four joined the attack at the Blackrock ambushers.

     The Blackrock people were not expecting the assailants to show themselves and as necromancers, they knew that the best way to finish this quickly is to cut the head of the snake first.

     As the one with the biggest body and visible red hair, Jon was assumed to be a Firemane at once and faced the first wave of attacks.

     "Humph! You think I, your old daddy will be threatened by such weaklings. PISS OFF!"

     A loud 'War Cry' sounded from Jon and the necromancers around him lost their marbles and panicked right away. Their undead seized to function as the summoners were in a state of shock and didn't put one ounce of control in their undead as they started running away.

     "Eight, Nine, Ten…" Jullanar was counting the kills as she was shooting down any living target she finds.

     "Take this!" Alina made a small tornado and sent it right into the middle of the Blackrocks' necromancers.

     "Humph!" Nurina snorted as she waved her hand and spray of spectral arrows chased down the necromancers. Her spell was called 'Bound Arrows' as he didn't use 'Bound Bow' yet she bounded the arrows to shoot directly as being shot with Magicka.

     The one who saw the scene vividly was Gils Blackrock who was hiding behind his high-quality undead while searching for a path to escape.

     He decided to make use of his undead and push forward through the black undead creatures that were shooting magic from the back and run into the forest but his plans went all into disarray when he found that every route was blocked tightly.

     He looked around him and only saw his fifteen white skeletons and some of his surviving clansmen that backed down to get some protection besides their leader. His son was one of them.

     "Who are you, people? How come there are Necromancers as fearsome as you?"

     Gils shouted his voice out and wished that the fight would stop and that was as it is. Jon stopped and looked right into Gils's eyes. The rest also stopped as they are were following Jon's lead from the start.

     Gils recognized Jon as the leading figure of the assault. He also recognized him as a Firemane and a young one.

     "You, who are you?"

     "Who's asking?"

     "... I am the one asking! Don't answer my question with a question."

     "I'll answer however I like, Fatso! You are the fucker that is hanging around our territory with his goons."

     "Falsehood!"

     "Fuck off! You ain't walking out of here alive."

     "Just who in Oblivion are you? A necromancer with black skeletons like you should be known… Or maybe it is one of those women."

     "None of your goddamn business! Now, mind telling me who are you and which address should I send your head to?"

     "You don't dare!"

     The atmosphere around Jon froze in a second. Nurina shook her head and Jullanar sighed. Only Alina was oblivious to Jon's major bad habit.

     "Let's see, that little piglet hiding behind you seems to be blood-related to you… I'll start with him."

     Jon cast a strong 'Lightning Strike' spell and targeted Kalf son of Gils Blackrock.

     Gils reacted as fast as he could and put all his Magicka in a Ward that barely blocked the spell Jon casted. Gils could feel his head becoming light and his face becoming pale from the sheer energy that the spell carried. He also felt a sweet taste in his mouth.

     "Oh! So you managed to block that? I am impressed, we can exchange names then…"

     Gils Blackrock didn't expect that Jon's spell would be this strong and saw Jon in a new light.

     "My name is Jon Dare."

     Just by hearing the name, Gils's head felt more light than before and almost staggered.

     The information was clear…

     Jon Dare, the Thane of Winterhold and a student of an Arch-Mage who defeated Alina Moonblade, the most talented girl in her generation, and conquered all Winterhold after turning its Jarl into his servant. The Ultimate target of this campaign and the one to be avoided at all costs by the small fries.

     He himself didn't think too much about it but the strike he took just now needed to be reported that the threat is not just at a small level. This is a major problem for the Alliance of the Blackrocks and the Bloodsails.

     "I am Gils Blackrock. I wish to hear the names of the fellow necromancers as well."

     Gils wanted to buy time as much as possible for him to use his hidden trump card and put pressure on Jon.

     "Jullanar of household Dare."

     "Nurina Aren."

     "Alina of Clan Moonblade."

     Gils was delighted to hear the women talking but soon he realized what sort of shit situation he was in.

     This are not just some normal names. They were all mentioned in the Winterhold report. Three of the major key figures of new ruling faction in Winterhold with the overlord of Winterhold himself. This is just too unlucky to be accepted.

     There is only one solution out of this mess and it is to run away.

     He decided to gamble on his trump card that he was so sure to buy him a minute or two now.

     As he made his mind, he opened his mouth and talked.

     "My name is Gils Blackrock…"

     Just as he said his name, he took out a scroll and with swift hand movements, he opened and cast the spell on it.

     Jon clicked his tongue and in dissatisfaction and decided to blow up whatever Gils come up with.

     Still, it seemed that Gils summoned something and by the looks of it, the void of the summoning is a little bit too big.

     What came out from the void made even Nurina open her eyes wide in amazement.

     "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! Isn't this undead a little bit too big?"

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     157 Troubled Times 4 : I“ll Huff, And I“ll Puff

      What came out from the void made even Nurina open her eyes wide in amazement.

     "WTF! Isn't this undead a little bit too big?"

     "Can it be called an undead in the first place?"

     Nurina and Jon were more curious than anything else.

     "Haha… Don't think you can defeat this easily. This thing was remodeled by my very hands to resemble a Dwarven Centurion. Son, let's go!"

     Gils held his son by the hand and started running the other way.

     Nurina and Jon were still scanning the new Undead with wonder. The two mad researchers couldn't suppress their curiosity anymore.

     "I see, it indeed resembles a Dwarven Centurion. Even though I have never met one in real life. It carries a lot of resemblances." Jon noting the similarities between the structure of the strange undead and the Dwarven Centurion.

     "I've seen a lot of them and it is really not really a good imitation. But I am interested in how could they make it look like this."

     Dwarven Centurions are very large mechanical guardians in Dwemer ruins. Their giant bodies, undoubtedly designed for combat, are constructed of solid Dwemer blocks and armored with thick dwarven plates. Their arms are equipped with a Dwarven Warhammer and a Dwarven Battleaxe. Their enormous body makes them move slowly, but this is balanced by the ability to take lots of damage and use very powerful attacks, making them extremely dangerous between all the Animunculi left behind by the ancient Dwemer, the Dwarven Centurions are the most elaborately constructed, well-armed, defensive, and arguably the most dangerous if one excluded the rare types of the Dwarven Animunculi like the Numidium and the Dwarven Colossus.

     [A/N: Animunculi are ancient mechanical automatons that may be found in the Dwemer Ruins.]

     "It seems like they put it piece by piece on a remodeled skeleton of a giant and added a lot of other pieces of bone to make it armored like that."

     "I see! Good analysis, Jon. It is like Patchwork Zombies."

     "Patchwork? Like Frankenstein?"

     "I don't know what is that!"

     "... Anyway, this looks dope as hell. Can I test it?"

     "Go ahead, I don't have high expectations on it though."

     It seemed that Nurina wasn't really interested in the Undead creature as much as Jon. She has lived for a long time and seen stranger things so she lost all of her interest immediately after she found out the secret behind it. However, she still wanted to hear an answer about the ability to normal undead that leave their remains after being destroyed.

     She nonchalantly cast some 'Bound Arrows' at the fleeing enemies and killed most of them in a flash leaving Gils and his son alive but pinned down.

     Jon, however, stood in front of the undead creature and cleared his throat.

     "Ehehem... FUS RO DAH!"

     And just like that, a force wave formed and flew at the undead creature in a blink. Once the force wave clashed with the creature, Jon's expressions darkened.

     "So, So weak!"

     The undead creatures crumbled in no time.

     It was indeed because that Jon's 'Unrelenting Force' is abnormally strong, but also the quality of the undead creature and the way it was created wasn't to handle an attack as strong as Jon's. To start with, the Blackrock Clan indeed is a necromancer clan but its might was gained through hoarding a high number of undead creatures and using Curses and Illusions but that was nothing to pose as a threat in front of Nurina or Jon.

     Jon was disappointed and looked at Nurina like a kid who got a new toy but broke it a little bit too early.

     "What did you think? It is just some normal bones after all. Nothing fancy about them."

     "... B, But!"

     "It just looked fearsome but it was too fragile and badly designed."

     "... I was excited!"

     Nurina decided to not care about Jon who was on the verge of tears and walked towards the father and son pair who were pinned down by her arrows. Alina and Jullanar naturally followed her and left Jon screwing around with the bone fragments that he kept examining for some reason.

     "So, the two little swines. Which one of you will start telling me a story I want to hear? The one that will speak first gets to live! The other one will have to experience seeing his guts by the very hands of that girl." Nurina said as she pointed as Jull.

     Gils and his son Kalf turned pale from Nurina's and Jull's look. Jull admires Nurina a lot so she started to copy a lot of her actions, and that includes the 'Smile That Is Not Really a Smile Technique'.

     "I- I- I will tell you! It- It was all f- father's plan... and grandpa too… he set the plan one week ago wit…"

     Kalf started talking about the conspiracy of the Blackrocks and Bloodsails like a recorder. His father beside him was looking at him and got surprised by how coward his son turned out to be.

     Nurina, however, cringed and spoke.

     "I hate to break it to you but that's not what I want to know."

     Kalf heard that and froze like a cold piece of ice.

     "Stinking brat! You dare to spill out the beans this easily? You are selling your father?" Gils started acting like he is infuriated and wanted to struggle free but Alina made a crackle of lightning between her fingers that caused him to settle silently.

     "L- L- Lady, I will tell you anything, just- *swoosh* -Hiiii…"

     Kalf was about to spout something again but Jull threw a dagger between his legs right under the crotch.

     "Shut the fuck up!"

     Jull was annoyed by the cowardly actions of the pair.

     "Now, might I ask about that Conjuration technique you just used… where did you summon these undead from?"

     Nurina had many guesses but she still wanted a solid answer.

     The atmosphere changed completely and the father and son pair gulped on their saliva. It seemed that they were a bit hesitant to answer the question.

     Jon joined the group and started listening to the interrogation. After some questions and the intimidating that Jon added with his Aura, the father and son pair started singing rather than talking. It was so funny how Jon made them talk in a complete synchronization and didn't even miss a single word as if they were trained on it.

     Jon and his party learned some very useful and shocking information about the power of the Blackrock clan and their methods.

     From what was said. The undead creatures of the Blackrock clan indeed gets to stay in the mortal realm when they are destroyed for a very plain, simple and boring fact: 'From the very beginning, they belonged to it!"

     Jon tilted his head not understanding and was about to beat up the two swines but Nurina laughed and nodded.

     From her understanding. These undead creatures were created in Mundus and got Reanimated and Zombified in Mundus. Which means they were just simply some raised dead beings. The thing that made them summonable was the strange technique that the Blackrocks possessed and that was to 'Reverse' the processes of Conjuration.

     For example; 'Undead A' was created by a 'Necromancer'. 'Undead A' was 'Reversely Conjured' to another realm in 'Oblivion', that realm is insignificant for the Deadra to care about and peaceful enough for the undead to roam freely without any danger or threat, and also allows the caster to be able to summon them anywhere and when by 'Reversely Banish' the undead from that realm and call them back to Mundus.

     "In life, the correct answer is the most boring one."

     Nurina sighed while shaking her head.

     It was true that the theory was possible and she has no problem in recreating it but it is too inefficient in her eyes. One can freely summon better and almost a limitless amount of undead from the Soul Cairn as long as they have the power to do so. The normal undead that were raised by just a simple spell are just too week compared to that. The art of Necromancy itself needs the caster to prepare the corpse they are using the spell on by making it resistant to rotting and getting weaker with time as the Magicka will harm it somehow. The perfect Necromancy is to prepare a corpse by a lot of rituals and measurements to make the best zombie possible and the ancient Nords understood the fact really well and created the Draugr that still dwells in the ancient Nordic ruins until this very day.

     One more flow to this was that the casters always needed to be linked to their undead all the time which is not an easy thing to do… probably, these Blackrocks couldn't exert the power of their full potential for just their lack of proper control as they always needed a lesser number of undead creatures than they normally can control to just give themselves a breather for controlling the rest of the undead better.

     There were a lot of mistakes and flows that Nurina explained them in a few breaths. Jon was not as disappointed as Nurina and took everything to the heart. One day in the future, he will change the fate of a lot of people by using these Reverselytechniques of creating spooky undead and Revercily Conjure them… but that will be later in the future.

     "Master, Senior! It seems that the reinforcement has safely passed to Kynesgrove and the supply lines were secured."

     "Good! I think we can go and watch how the battle unfolds now. Jon, what will you do with these two little swines."

     Jon smirked at Gils and Kalf who turned pale from his ruthless smile.

     "Simple! She told you that she won't let Jull kill you but she said nothing about me…" Jun said as he evoked two Flame magic spells on his hand.

     "... Two little swines, I will huff, and I will buff, and I'll blow you both up."

     *BOOM*

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     158 Troubled Times 5 : The Grove of Kyne!

      The assault of the Bloodsails and the Blackrocks was a very rude and reckless aggression, the damage that they caused in Eastmarch by making the mammoths go berserk will surely have a harsh consequence if they can't defeat the Firemanes once and for all and make the victor claim as the one who was provoked and all that.

     It is hard to make such a claim but no one was a pushover to join such a reckless fight even though a Holy Ground that is called the 'Grove of Kyne' or 'Kynesgrove' may face some damage. The final say, however, is for the Firemanes as long as they are the victors.

     In Kynesgrove, a small and peaceful holy order dedicated to honoring the Goddess of the Storms, Kyne, existed for a long time and called themselves the 'Keepers of the Grove'. They were also the same cult that Jon encountered one of their priestesses early in his first travel when he entered the Eldergleam Sanctuary.

     This priestess was standing with Patriarch Tormund and was discussing how to defend the holy place from harm by the coming aggressors.

     Meanwhile, Jon and his party arrived at Kynesgrove after they joined up with the Firemane reinforcement led by a woman.

     She is one of the most elegant ladies known among the clans. Her black hair and red dress that were always in the clothing style of her mother clan, the Moonblade, as well as her iconic moon sabers were all there. Her appearance and Alina's resembled each other a lot.

     Once she reached her husband while being followed by Jon's party, that got new additions such as Wulfur and Nefertiti, she greeted the priestess.

     "Sister Danica, fancy seeing you."

     "Matriarch Jenna! It is my pleasure."

     "So… what did I interrupt?"

     "We were discussing a plan to face the Bloodsails before they reach Kynesgrove. It would be a disaster if the Shrine of Kyne got harmed." Tormund said.

     "It indeed is! We, the Firemanes, always take pride at being a part of the Keepers ever since we arrived here. We will surely protect the grove." Jenna assured Danica.

     There was someone outside the discussion that completely lagged when he saw Danica. It was Wulfur.

     "Jon, isn't that the priestess from that day in the Sanctuary?"

     Jon looked closely and the name Danica hit a strong bell in his mind. He suddenly grabbed one of the Firemanes that was close to him and confirmed something.

     That was Danica Pure-Spring, one of the game's characters and the priestess of the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun. And as it seemed, she is part of the order the of the Keepers. He knew it from the start that the order of the Keepers is surely connected to both the temple of Kynareth and the Eldergleam Sanctuary. Not that it matters to him anyway but it was a good encounter and extra knowledge that may serve him in the future.

     After a long discussion between the elders and the representative of the Keepers. It was finally decided that the main force of the Firemanes will move outside Kynesgrove to face the Bloodsails and secondary force will have to protect the village from any rear attack. There will be a third force that will go into the grove itself and protect it alongside the priests and the acolytes from the Keepers of the Grove.

     The third force will have two leaders and they are Vladimir and Jon who have enough experience in leading troops than anyone else between the younger generation. Jon, of course, was introduced as Jon Dare, the Thane of Winterhold.

     The preparations were all complete and the teams started taking positions.

     ***

     The night has passed and the second day arrived. After dawn, the bright sun illuminated the world and it was another magical morning.

     Following Jon was his team usual team that included Alina, Jull, Wulfur, Bjorna, Ragnar and some other youngsters and Clan Troops that witnessed Jon's abilities on many occasions.

     Alina was walking with Danica who started talking how awesome and blessed Alina is as one of the favored by Kyne and offered as it seemed that the two are close. Jon also discovered that the Keepers of the Grove is an order made of Druids and a lot of Firemanes joined it throughout the generations. It was also the order that guided Ve and Tormund Firemane to the new land that they occupied as their home after driving out a cult of Hircine and some Hagravens that plagued the area. That makes the order a long life friend to the clan.

     One more interesting thing that he managed to understand that the order has a lot of Druidism techniques that fit someone with the talents of Alina. Nurina and Jon would most certainly encourage her to pursue the path if he found it as interesting as it sounded. His hunting teacher always spoke of Druids and it was something he always wanted to see himself. Still, Nurina decided to stay in Kynesgrove and provide support to the second team that will defend the village as it is was the team with the least chance to get in any battle and she wasn't interested anyway.

     As the third team of Jon and Vladimir moved into the grove, they arrived at a small area where standing stones and a beautiful alter that were all made by the people who lived there, these were the priesthood from the 'Keepers of the Grove' order. In that place, the party offered prayers to a shrine in an altar made of branches and it was dedicated to the goddess Kyne.

     Alina acted as the leader of the prayer and hurriedly offered her prayers in a devoted manner then touched the shrine. A sparkling light came from the shrine and embraced Alina who glowed for a second and returned to normal in a second.

     "Amazing! She got a blessing! Kyne is with us."

     Ragnar, who was mostly silent, was greatly moved. Jull, Bjorna and some other girls all surrounded Alina and started around of talking and congratulations in a girly way that was just all of them speaking at the same time.

     Jon was smiling as well and didn't say anything. A blessing in this world wasn't as common and as easy to get in the game for anyone in this world. However, when it comes to Jon, things get rather a little strange as he himself is aware of it. Jon wasn't a believer of any of the pantheons of this world but he had a favorable impression of Kyne (aka Kynareth), Ysmir (aka Talos), and Shor (Aka Shezarr aka Lorkhan). So all he did was to pretend to be praying then touching the shrine as the others did before him.

     Without any expectations whatsoever, the shrine gave the same sparkles and Jon started glowing more than Alina herself who was called a 'favored child by Kyne'.

     'Damn it! I never prayed for anything and I always get a blessing! Every damn time.' Jon thought to himself.

     The others weren't really expecting to come across another blessing on the same day and lagged for a second.

     "As expected from Senior!" Alina reacted first and seemed to be excited.

     "Yeah yeah! Thanks for the blessing."

     Jon always gets annoyed because every time he gets to pretend to pray for gods he doesn't even worship and gets a blessing anyway. Happened with Talos, Mara, Kyne and every time he gets to touch a shrine. The reason was probably that he recognized the existence of the Et'Ada who are viewed as gods to the mortals or maybe a privlige for the damn Dragonborn.

     Anyway, each time he causes an uproar but it may be useful for the moral of the men this time so he just reacted with a smile and was seen in a more favorable impression by the ones around.

     After he managed to calm down the fanatics around him, he started sending patrols and managing the area he was appointed to calmly. He spread a lot of Familiars to monitor the situation and talked with the priests to show him around.

     As he was accompanied by a young acolyte, he saw the beauty of the place from its the rolling hills, to its the majestic trees. The lake filled with cool, clear water. The sun seemed to paint the area with highlights of brilliant gold, the shrine was breathtaking, sitting upon a rise and dominated by many standing stones carved with holy runes. The place truly seems to have been kissed by Kyne's icy breath with the beautiful mix of Spring and Winter all in one place.

     "If we had a normal grove like that in Winterhold… Sigh! No one would have suffered in the winter for food and wood." Jon spoke his thoughts out.

     "It is forbidden to seek harm to any tree in the grove while the fruits that grow here are free for anyone within reason of course." The acolyte said. "But you can ask Sister Dancia to spare some of the seeds if you want to grow a grove by the place you live. The Firemanes take some seeds from time to time."

     "Seriously? I will have to trouble you then."

     "No problem, truly."

     It seemed like an opportunity for Jon to make a new project and he wouldn't miss that out. The seeds that would be given from this grove are mostly blessed and will have a strong energy to grow normally in a harsh place like Winterhold.

     After some time, Jull came running with her patrol members.

     "Jon, there is an update on the situation!"

     "Report."

     "Some of the scouts reported movements. It seemed that the fight has started at the front."

     "After a bloody while. Have the enemies sent any force to attack anywhere near our area?"

     "No."

     "Not yet I suppose. You, call for Vladimir and tell the others to get be on standby. And Jull, I want you on a Flame Atronach Hawk to watch the north."

     Jon started giving a series of orders to the clan soldiers with him and to Jull.

     If the Bloodsails so much decided to attack the Firemanes from the back or a send a small unit to wreak havoc from behind, he will be there waiting for them to mess up, he and Vladimir had around 50 Foot Soldiers and 8 Mages so it was a good chance to show off his commanding skills.

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     159 Troubled Times 6 : The Battle of Kynesgrove

      The fight took place on the road north to Kynesgrove, the Bloodsails didn't expect the Firemanes to come out to fight while the mammoths are rampaging around, the thing that they didn't expect even more was that the Firemanes were in full strength and weren't in any disadvantage.

     It vexed them a lot that even the Blackrock force was not complete. Some of the Blackrocks were to make an ambush and cut the reinforcements and the supplies of the Firemanes long enough to take out their elite members with numbers but it seemed that it wasn't successful, not even a bit.

     "Damn you, Firemanes! You will pay no matter what!" The Patriarchs of both the Bloodsails and the Blackrocks were in 'it means war' mindset and to fight no matter the consequences, they had the advantage of the high ground and the numbers.

     With all of the Bloodsails' first class forces and the reinforcements of the Blackrocks, it was around 1200 men ready to fight. The Firemanes can't muster more than a mere 500 men without the help of the Moonblades, from them there were a total of 100 to secure the supply lines, the medical team, the grove, and the back of the main force on the side of the firemanes.

     Even though the Firemanes were lacking in numbers but they were having the advantage of the quality and the advantage of the ground. The Firemanes were a fighting force that was mainly made of Riders and Beast Riders, add to it the new Flame Atronach Horse that started to get popular between all of the Firemane members that can cast magic. The mages team on the Firemane force were all Flame Atronach Horse Riders which made a triggered a big trauma between the troops of the Firemanes.

     To them, the Flaming Steeds are the symbol of the most infamous 'Thane of Winterhold' who murdered a lot of their brethren and showed his fangs on many occasions. It also confirmed to the Firemanes and the 'Thane of Winterhold' are in cahoots.

     At the center of the Firemanes' force, a meeting was being held.

     "Jonhild's idea of conjuring as many Flame Atronach Horses as we could is really working!" Tyr said.

     "The kid likes to play mind games a lot. Not that it shows effects many often but he knows how to taunt people." Skadi replied.

     "Enough admiring that brat. I have sent some of my men as normal travelers to hire any mercenaries from Windhelm. Should we start an early assault or wait for a better chance?" Sigurd Moonblade, who joined the Firemanes lately, took part in the discussion.

     "I think our chance is very good now. We still have some trump cards we left to whip out those low lives."

     Everyone looked at the hooded couple on the side. These two were as calm as ever but they were a vengeful duo that has a long and personal hatred to the enemy clans.

     After a short discussion, the sound of war drums echoed in the veracity and the horn was blown. The blood of the men started boiling and the battle formations were formed.

     ***

     On a higher place, a Flame Atronach Hawk was flying over the battlefield and a girl was watching everything from up there.

     Jull who followed Jon's order and became his eyes over the battlefield was observing everything closely.

     The enemy clans had big numbers. This was the biggest gathering of people in a wild area she ever saw in her life. Add to that the amount of undead that was summoned by the Blackrocks, the Firemanes seemed to be in a great disadvantage.

     The Firemanes forces were around 200 infantries led by Patriarch Tormund and 100 riders led by Njord. The foot soldiers were are shield bearers armed with swords and axes and the riders were all carrying spears. The road to the Kynesgrove was not wide so if 50 men stood shoulder to shoulder, they would most certainly block it. The Firemanes' infantries stood shoulder to shoulder in for rows to face of the coming force.

     The riders, however, were more flexible and made four teams stood in front of the infantries. Their role was still not clear yet to Jull.

     The six teams each of 200 men and started to march in waves.

     In response, two of the Firemanes' cavalry teams got ready to attack and the other two moved to the flanks. Once the first wave started, the two cavalry teams charged ahead.

     Noble Horses, Great Bears, Direwolves, and some other strange rideable beasts were what made the Firemanes riding unit unique and dangerous. Once the enemies saw them charging recklessly ahead. They stopped their charge and stood in an anti-cavalry formation where they point their spears and halberds up and stick their ends to the ground. It was the only way to stop this type of force.

     The Firemanes, however, were no pushovers. They were beastmasters but their bonds wouldn't let them put their beasts in such a dangerous situation without calculations. Once they were about to clash, they made some sharp turns to the left and right after fainting their charge. Their purpose was to completely eliminate the enemies charge.

     The strategy was still reckless as their backs were open and they could be surrounded any time now but soon the next phase started.

     Behind the infantry lines, stood a small mage squad led by Jenna Firemane herself.

     "Give them hell!"

     With her strong shout, all sorts of Flame Magic spells rained down on the first wave of the enemy lines.

     It was a total obliteration.

     In the span of five seconds, the Firemanes used their mage squad as if it was some bombardment unit and a lot of Fireballs exploded on the battlefield causing more than 100 casualties.

     The sound of the spells exploding overlapped with the voices of screaming and the voices of cheering.

     Two squads were moving behind the first wave that got nearly annihilated but their movement slowed down after the bombardment started. In response to it, a third squad of light infantry joined and it seemed that it was a long ranged archery squad. This is the second wave of attacks and it was advancing towards the Firemanes.

     Patriarch Tormund noticed the movement and ordered a defensive formation to protect the Mage Squad and ordered the cavalry to retreat immediately. Before anything could happen, the third and fourth raw in the Firemanes' infantry squad switched two bows and started shooting at the survivors of the first wave.

     This wasn't really a wise move for someone who was looking from the side but it changed the movements of the enemies dramatically.

     The second wave first two squads that were made of infantry were the closest to the first wave's squad. From the point of view, the bombardment with magic is too overwhelming to go against but arrows can still be blocked with shields.

     One thing in common between the Firemanes and the Bloodsails in this battle was closeness the blood ties between their troops. The first wave had a lot of family members to the second wave! Sons, fathers, brothers, cousins, friends… It was too heartbreaking for them to see their kin die like that under the heavy bombardment of magic.

     When Patriarch Tormund ordered to switch from Magic attacks to Arrow attacks and with the retreat of the cavalry, he intended to plant the illusion that the Mage Squad ran out of Magicka and they can't shoot magic anymore. He also showed a petty movement like trying to annihilate a fallen enemy with arrows and his actions seemed desperate and forced. All of that gave that illusion.

     In truth, it was all a trap.

     Once, the Bloodsail made a firm belief in the illusion, they ran to protect their brethren with their shields from the Firemanes' merciless arrows.

     It was a perfect response and the arrows were blocked by the second and third infantry squads of the Bloodsails. The archer squad didn't act and remained in the back to make sure nothing happens but suddenly it all went down in a single second.

     The bombardment from a while ago made a large cloud of dust and caused the view to be hard but it didn't block the very unpleasant sound that came afterward.

     From the flanks of the second and the third infantry squads of the bloodsails, a lot of noises came.

     "Riders..."

     As one soldier shouted, his head was smashed by something heavy.

     The third and fourth cavalry squads of the Firemanes that didn't participate in the provocation maneuver attacked the Bloodsails from the left and right. A second later, the first and the second team of cavalry that was ordered to retreat turned around and charged at the Bloodsails' infantry too.

     A 100 cavalry and around 400 infantry were a bit ridiculous in the eyes of some but Jullanar was opening her eyes wide from the scene. The cavalries charge was devastating and that was all to be said.

     When someone mentions the Firemanes' cavalries, one should remember very well that the Firemanes ride beasts and not so ordinary horses. Each unit in the squad was counted as two because the beast or the horse was not just carrying the riders but were also fighting with their spiky armors, fangs, claws, and hooves. Even the Flame Atronach Horses were adjusted to cause a Flame damage to the foes around them.

     "Put all that aside, the 'Cavalry Charge' itself was so devastating that it sent the first layer of enemy defenses flying right over ten meters." Jullanar was analyzing the situation from above.

     She kept looking at the man who was ordering the Firemanes around and felt cold shivers in running through her back. She looked closely at Patriarch Tormund and gulped her saliva.

     "These Firemanes are all monsters. That old man looked like your average Firemane but he played the Bloodsails around like little babies. What of Nirn is wrong with these people?"

     Jullanar remembered the struggle they had to go through just to face the threat of the pirates and how many men they had lost during the days of establishing a foothold in Winterhold. In the last battle when Jon sank two ships and entered from the Sky like a hero, it was all like a fairy tale after that even though many people died and many got crippled.

     On the contrary, Tormund Firemane led his men in a very efficient way and obliterated the Bloodsails without even making a single move himself. The losses in the Firemanes lines weren't even a thing to be mentioned.

     Jullanar realized the meaning of Jon's words that day.

     'I strive to be the best leader I can possibly be as this world doesn't need a hero, it needs a professional!'

     Little did she know that Jon learned those world from a video game even though he was serious when he said them.

     And little did she know who was the terrifying person that was leading the Firemanes.

     Patriarch Tormund lacked a bit in appearance as he wasn't as tall and large as even his children. Compared to his cousin, Jonrad's father, Ve Firemane, Tormund wasn't really as flash in the terms of power and magic but he was the one that led the Firemanes into victory after victory for more than seventy years and survived the prosecution of the Clans sixteen years ago even though he failed to reach Hilda without the interference of the Greybeards. A terrifying existence only is known to few people.

     There were many people who sought his advice and hoped to be allied with him. This was a great advantage he could use to attract allies but the policies of the clan held him from having too many debts.

     This, however, never stopped some people from trying to curry favor to him even by force.

     Like what happened in this very second.

     *BOOOOOOO*

     The sound of a horn was heard and it came from the north behind the lines of the Bloodsails and the Blackrocks.

     An unexpected fourth party was announcing his entrance to the battle.

     "Sigurd! Could it be your men have managed to find mercenaries this fast?" Tormund asked Sigurd.

     "I doubt it! They should be arriving at Windhelm if they were riding in straight line…"

     "... Hmmm! I smell trouble."

     In the air, Jullanar was watching the situation by a 'Far Sight' spell and held her head after she realized what was going on.

     "Jon won't like this at all!" she exclaimed to herself then began to land in front of Tormund Firemane and the rest.

     "Grandpa!"

     "Young Jull! Speak, what did you see?"

     "Troops carrying the blue banner of a bear! It's Ulfric Stormcloak!"

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      Jon's front started to get active too as it seemed that the Bloodsails has spared their cavalry to wreak some damage in the small villages around Kynesgrove town.

     The cavalries of the Bloodsail were so miserable compared to an average Firemane scout. Actually, none of the hidden clans can be compared to the Firemanes in terms of quality when it comes to the quality of its troops, even the Imperial Legion elites can learn a thing or two.

     Yet, despite being a hidden clan, the Bloodsails performance was merely so. It was as expected from a clan that most of its activities were naval skirmishes and surprise raids. In an open battlefield, they got broken very fast.

     Jon didn't act most of the time and only gave commands to chase the raiders and kill them. The raiders came from the west which means they had crossed the White River and were really preparing to give the Firemanes a headache.

     Still, all of their plans went into disarray as Jon's men were expecting them and even ambushing them. Jon foresaw their raid through his Familiars of course.

     As he was riding a Flame Atronach Horse and used a 'Bound Bow' to hunt down any enemy that would stray away, he saw a Flame Atronach Hawk approaching him.

     "Jon, there is an update on the situation."

     Jullanar jumped down and walked near to him. After getting the report about how half of the enemy force was crushed and the party crusher that just arrived, Jon went into a moment of silence.

     'Big Bad Ulfric himself? That means some serious complication even though we are going to have a sure win.'

     "Is there any further instructions from Grandpa?" Jon asked.

     "He said that if there are no problems on your front, then he would need you to secure the back of the main force and protect the mage squad."

     "Easy! We just need to finish all the Bloodsails left in this area and go right away."

     Jon and Vladimir met and started hasting the plan. There will be a lot of trouble later so playing time was over.

     Around half an hour later, all of the bloodsails raiders that were about 50 were annihilated with the air advantage that Jon abused too much. No matter how good the cavalries were, being attacked from the air is not something any kind of fighting unit is trained to face in that day and age. With the Firemanes' young generation elites, all the work was done.

     The party then turned around and headed north after leaving a message for Nurina and Keepers about the update in the situation.

     ***

     After Jullanar departure to inform Jon with the new instructions, the elders of the Firemanes made a quick meeting on their mounts.

     "Ulfric Stormcloak seems not to be hostile to us."

     "Of course he wouldn't. His family and ours share a lot of history."

     "It is not that I am doubting his intentions but he is not attacking the enemies either."

     "He is the Jarl and this is his land, the situation was getting out of hand already."

     "He also can't risk his troops aimlessly without reading the situation. Normal soldiers are not really a good match against a soldier from the clans."

     "We also have an early advantage but half of the Bloodsails is still there and the Blackrocks still have a horde of undead waiting."

     After they summed up the facts, Tormund started giving a new series of orders.

     "We were on defense long enough. Now it is time to attack… Change the formations!"

     With his orders, the third and the fourth rows of the infantry started retreating with speed, the went behind the Mage Squad and came a minute later. Each one of the soldiers was riding a horse and pulling another.

     The troops of the Firemanes changed from 100 cavalries and 200 infantry to 300 cavalries that were ready to charge anytime. The mage squad was already mobile on the Flame Atronach Horses that passed down by Jon.

     The movement of the Firemanes caused a cloud of dust to form and cover the scenery behind them. It wasn't intentional but it would be handy later on.

     On the other side of the battlefield, a figure stood tall between his men and looked at the situation while narrowing his eyes.

     "It has been fifteen years since the last time we saw something like this." The man spoke in a deep voice.

     "Jarl Ulfric! You sure you want to be here at this time of year? The other Jarls should be heading to Solitude right now."

     "It is of no use to me anyway, Galmar. We wanted to make a statement last year but it all went for nothing. Still, I am seeing more interesting things over there. How on Nirn can I miss that?" Jarl Ulfric replied to his right-hand man, Galmar Stone-First.

     Over the battlefield, there were a lot of hidden clans' fighting forces that were battling. Jarl Ulfric came here to witness something and to make use of the situation if a chance came by.

     Still, some strange things appeared in front of him today that made him a bit hesitant on how to move.

     "Jarl Ulfric, I heard you were asking for me." A young voice came from behind Ulfric.

     "Ah, Ralof! I think we want to ask you about something, what do you think of that?"

     Galmar brought Ralof to stand beside him and Ulfric then pointed at the Firemanes' troops across the battlefield.

     Ralof looked at the Firemanes but he couldn't point out anything other than the varieties of the beasts they were riding.

     Ulfric and Galmar seemed disappointed for a second but it was rather normal.

     "Have you been training your Aura lately, boy?" Galmar asked.

     "Eh, Ah! Yes. I trained." Ralof replied and was a bit taken aback.

     He was chosen by Galmar along with other talented young soldiers to become officers and were told that they will be trained on some ancient martial tradition called the Aura. It was a bit hard to understand but Ralof was training as he was told.

     "If you were training then use it the way I taught you. Focus it on your eyes and check the Firemanes again."

     Ralof was embarrassed as he wasn't really good at this. In truth, Ralof was a talented young man but wasn't as near as a hidden clan youngster. He learned the Aura by joining the personal force of Stormcloak family and was considered a good talent. Still, in comparison to the generation that fought in the Great War and the hidden clans' younger generation, his talent was mediocre.

     Anyway, He tried to look once again with the Aura he trained after doing what Galmar said and his vision became clearer, he could better and his sight reached further.

     "Ar, are those… the horse-like Flame Atronachs?"

     "Yes, it is that. Now, can you tell us about how much your investigation reached so far?" Ulfric asked.

     Ralof was taken aback but he managed to calm himself and reported all that he knows.

     The Flame Atronach Horses appeared in Windhelm and were connected to the appearance of a young man called Darth Vader. This young man killed one of the strongest Pit fighters in Windhelm and escaped the city on one of those beings. Ever since this accident, the investigation became the responsibility of Ralof and he was to find this Darth Vader as Jarl Ulfric has developed an interest on him. Yet after half a year of looking around, the results only took them to Winterhold to the creator of the spell itself, the rising star of the north, Thane Jon Dare.

     Ralof and Jon were friends and Ralof tried hard to keep the relationship strong but Jon was a hard person to track. If not for him appearing the same time as Darth Vader in Windhelm, Ralof wouldn't have known where to look.

     Anyway, the case was complicated and Ulfric himself knew that it wasn't an easy thing to achieve so he didn't blame Ralof's inability at all and even invited him to join the Stormcloaks' secret force.

     But the appearance of the Flame Atronach Horses today took the case to a whole new level. This will be a hidden clan matter and Ulfric will be the one doing the labor to dig out information himself.

     Ralof listened to the discussion between Ulfric and Galmar and even was allowed to say his opinion. It showed how much Ulfric valued young talents himself and he learned a lot of information.

     Right now, the whole point of discussion and the reason why the Stormcloaks were halting their movements was the appearance of the Flame Horse Atronachs as well as many other names that came to their minds like 'Jon Dare', 'Darth Vader', 'The Dare Dragon Company'... etc.

     During the conversation, Jarl Ulfric pointed out the Firemane Chargers and highlighted them as the strongest force in Eastmarch as they were about to swoop the Bloodsails and the Blackrocks from the face of Nirn right now. His only regret was that he couldn't find the Firemanes in the bad state he hoped them to be in so that he can jump in and offer them the helping hand they need.

     He could only block the escape path of the Bloodsails and the Blackrocks with the excuse of 'not letting troublemakers do as they want in his hold'.

     'So this old man is still doing fine! How much should I have to wait for that old fox to die? By Talos, he looks younger than me.' Ulfric sighed to himself as he looked at Patriarch Tormund from afar.

     "Eh, Jarl Ulfric… I am not sure what am I seeing is true or not but… What is that?" Ralof, who was looking away from the battlefield pointed at something and asked.

     Galmar was the first to look and he didn't seem to understand what is going on as well. Ulfric who saw their reactions used his Aura and focused his sight at the direction they looked at. It wasn't something he would have imagined to see but it seemed that the Flame Atronachs weren't just horses anymore.

     "A bird-like Flame Atronach? And people on top of them?" Ulfric exclaimed.

     "People? Flying?" Ralof wondered.

     "Isn't that against the law of the Empire? The Levitation Act…" Galmar looked at Ulfric and asked.

     "The Empire? I don't think such a law will be active anymore? The Firemanes are showing some good signs."

     It was true, the law of the Empire forbade all levitation magic but that didn't stop many people and it included the Firemanes.

     Will the empire see that as a provocation?

     On top of the Flame Atronach Hawks, Jon, Wulfur, Alina and Jullanar were joining the attack from the air. The Firemane Chargers saw that scene and were fired up even more. It was a crazy daring move and everyone was so hyped from it.

     Jon who was grinning widely didn't want to make it a normal aerial attack move as he planned for something crazier.

     "Okay, guys! We are doing it."

     "Don't do this, brother! I still haven't said goodbye to Bjorna."

     "Jon, I am too young to die."

     "Senior, I never imagined myself to say this but I hate you."

     "Shut up, you bunch of cowards. This is the pinnacle of personnel modern warfare. We are doing the 'Winner Winner Chicken Dinner'."

     "It is more like a funeral that what will be there for us."

     "Don't worry, guys. These Flame Atronach Hawks were remodeled by Nurina to just reach 500 meters in altitude. It will be alright… probably!"

     "Just?!"

     "500?!"

     "Probably?!"

     "Buckle up, boys and girls. UP WE GO!"

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     161 Troubled Times 8 : Skydiving Was a Bad Idea!

      The flash entrance to a battlefield by four Flame Atronach Hawks surely took everyone's attention. The Flame Atronach Hawks only meant one thing and one thing only…

     Jon Dare is here!

     Everyone who was affiliated with the Hidden Clans that were involved in with the recent trouble around Winterhold will surely know that these are the birds were the harbingers of disaster that caused a devastating loss to the 'Blood Horkers' and completely removed the Bloodsails' influence from Winterhold.

     Now, and with the appearance of these Flame Atronach Hawks, the scene took a rapid turn to the worse for the eyes of the Bloodsails.

     "Bring them down. Before anything else… Bring these damn things down." The Patriarch of the Bloodsails shouted at his men.

     The archers that were on the second wave attack have fully retreated and tried to intercept the four Flame Atronach Hawks. In response, Jon and his team flew even higher. Not a single arrow could catch them. The four kept flying higher and all the parties got concerned. The Firemanes thought it would be dangerous and the Bloodsails felt that the disaster may be scarier.

     "Give me that!"

     One of the strongmen among the Bloodsails took a spear from one of the soldiers and aimed at the flying atronachs. He then activated his Aura and focused it all on his right shoulder and arm. Once he locked on one of the flying atronachs, he threw the spear with all the power he could muster.

     The spear flew forward leaving behind an afterimage and closed on the flying atronachs in a second.

     "INCOMING!"

     Jon shouted as he detected the spear and all the Flame Atronach Hawks performed a maneuvering spin in the air dodging the incoming attack. The target of the spear seemed to have been Jull's atronach but thanks to Jon's warning, everyone one pulled it out untouched.

     Jon took the chance to use the telekinesis spell 'Grab' and caught the spear that flew behind them and started to pull it to him.

     On the other hand, and due to Jull's vengeful nature, she would never such a thing go. As soon as she stabilized her Flame Atronach Hawk, she took out her lever-action crossbow and opened the fire of retaliation.

     Even from her distance and altitude, he bolts found its target like a charm. The first bolt hit the man's shoulder, the second pinned his left foot, the following few claimed the life of all the guards around him.

     "Fuck! Shield him!"

     The Bloodsails' patriarch shouted frantically and ordered the guards to protect the man with shields as it seemed that the man was his direct descendant. However, Jullanar was shooting arrows filled with decisiveness and power. The lever-action crossbow that was designed by Jon, built by Wulfur and enchanted by Alina's wind magic was so fearsome that it could rival a sniper rifle in Jon's eyes.

     The luck was on the Bloodsails' man who was being protected right now as he managed to be saved in time. Jullanar clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction but Jon didn't let the chance go. He was still holding the spear with telekinesis and he aimed it like that. He then launched the spear with all his power at the man.

     Meanwhile, between the Bloodsails' ranks, the patriarch was checking on his son that barely made it back and turned around to look for a healer but he heard a weird sound that made him look back at his son once again.

     The scene he saw almost made his hair go all white. The spear that his son just threw a while ago was penetrating his son's skull from the back and coming out from his mouth pinning into the ground. The son's eyes were still open and he was looking upward, it met with his father's line of sight and the atmosphere around that scene.

     Up in the air, Jon was still going higher and higher followed by his team.

     "How much altitude is that?"

     "We still aren't there yet."

     Their flight speed wasn't slow and Jon was aiming for a very strong attack. The Firemane Chargers were a few seconds away from clashing with the enemies front lines.

     Just as the two forces met, the charge of the cavalries was too strong that it caused the first and the second line of defense to get sent flying and the Firemanes themselves were using the waves strategy and kept a charge after a charge.

     Meanwhile, Jon has reached the highest altitude his Flame Atronach Hawk can reach.

     "Senior, this is too high!"

     "Don't worry, Jull and I have done something similar before."

     Alina didn't speak more when she learned that Jullanar and Jon had done that madness once. She would be damned if she can't do what Jullanar had done with Jon.

     Jullanar and Wulfur were a bit silent but both were on the verge of crying. Wulfur had his reasons to try this move-out and Jullanar wanted to refute that the time when they got down from the 'Throat of the World' they were gliding.

     "Okay! Here weeee GOOO!"

     ***

     The scene from the ground looked crazy. Jonrad, Hilda and Sigurd as well as most of the main Firemane family held their breath.

     "These kids are crazy!"

     That was the idea most of them had in mind.

     Jon idea was a skydiving attack. Jon turned the four Flame Atronach into their attack mode which is the suicide attack. The four of them were supplied with enough Magicka to turn into four 'Meteor' spells and were all sent down.

     Jon, Jull, Alina and Wulfur were performing a skydive right at the moment.

     Jon had given them a brief introduction of how to perform a low altitude skydive and they were ready mentally for it at the beginning but now things turned different.

     "THIS IS AMAZING!"

     That was not Jon. That was Alina.

     She was going on spins around herself while immersing herself in the feeling of being in the air.

     Due to the use of magic, the rules of the normal skydiving weren't applied here. Alina used the Wind Magic to gather as much wind as she could while going down.

     "If you need more Magicka, I'll supply some to you."

     "Yes, please."

     This part of the attack was totally depending on Alina. She was using her magic in a style that was going to cause a disaster if she casted it in normal circumstances but Jon provided the mean to do it.

     Alina was gathering a lot of wind with this skydiving alone. And to tell the truth, Wulfur and Jullanar were her mostly for fun and to provide support later.

     On the ground, the onlookers were watching the skydive while not being able to do anything. It was a daring move and its effect was something that they were trying not to imagine.

     *boom* *boom* *boom* *boom*

     The first thing that touched the ground was the four 'Meteor' spells that went down with speed. They targeted the right flank of the enemy forces and that was the part where the undead horde of the Blackrock clan was positioned in.

     From the eyes of the onlookers, the whole black was covered with flames. As if hell itself broke open in that place, the Flame Magic 'Meteor' spells caused a large explosion that wiped out any and everything where it landed.

     The explosion took everyone by surprise.

     It was far from the Firemane Chargers but they felt the effect of the explosions and some of the week steeds couldn't calm down after what happened. Even the coming charge of the Firemanes stood still far away from the site and most of the guards gulped on their saliva.

     Still, the big attack hasn't arrived yet.

     The other flank where it was mostly made of Bloodsails' infantry, they started to notice the change above them.

     "Look, at, that!"

     "... Ysmir!"

     "Is… is that, really happening?"

     Above them were the team of four skydivers that was going down at a crazy speed. Alina in the center while being supported from all directions and above her head was what can be described as a 'Piece of the Sky' or what would Jon describe as an accumulated air after being gathered all the way down and got pressurized to the max of Alina's ability.

     "Senior, I don't think I can hold on much longer."

     "Fine, we will land down in 3… 2… 1… NOW!"

     Just as there were less fifty meters from the ground, Alina released all the pressured wind she could contain with here magic and with the supply of Jon's Magicka. The target was the whole flank of the enemies forces.

     Just as the pressured wind ball struck down, a massive wind happened.

     "SENIOR! WHAT T!@ #@$%^ IS THAT?"

     "... Damn! Hold tight!"

     The Air Blast was far too strong than Jon anticipated. He could only reach out to his team and try to take the impact as one heavy object.

     Still, the blast that successfully took away the whole flank, blasted some away, and made some into a meat-paste, that blast itself sent Jon and his team away.

     'Dammit! I should have seen that one coming.'

     Jon made preparation for landing and used 'Featherfall' spell one everyone in his party, they landed safely a couple of seconds later.

     "Oh boy!"

     But it seemed that the place where they landed was the center of the enemy forces.

     A pale old man stood looking at Jon directly in the eye while holding a bloodied spear in his hand.

     "YOU… YOU… GIVE ME BACK MY SON!"

     "... Shit! Skydiving was a bad idea!"

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     162 The Power Couple End of the Volume

      The fight kept going in the front. Now that the two flanks were crushed, the forces of the Bloodsails were facing a grave danger. But there were a certain four reckless brats in much greater danger right now.

     "YOU… YOU… GIVE ME BACK MY SON!"

     The old man charged at Jon with all his power and aimed the spear at Jon's heart.

     "Disperse!" Jon shouted and the trio around him jumped away.

     Jon couldn't afford to evade escape as the man was going to chase his friends instead. He had to face him head-on.

     Jon's best option was to block the spear so he used 'Bound Shield' spell on both hands and two spectral shields appeared.

     The old man was shouting in anger but his moves were skillful and magnificent. Every time he stabs or swings, Jon would be sent a few steps to the back.

     'Fuck! What a monster! I can't even counter-attack!'

     It was too troublesome to move already and Jon felt numbness in his arms. Each attack he received was akin to the anger of the grim reaper. One misstep and he would lose his life.

     The man swung the spear left and right, Jon could duck and jump rather than blocking but he suffered some scratches. The Bloodsail patriarch was so determined to kill Jon no matter what. Once Jon showed a small opening, a relentless stab tore throw the air demanding the life of Jon.

     "Got you!"

     But it seemed that Jon showed an opening on purpose!

     Once the old man stabbed and also exposed a part of his defense, Jon managed to teleport behind the man and use a close quarter flame magic spell to attack the man. The spell was called 'Flame Claw' and it was one of the things that Jon learned from Jonrad. It was equivalent to Jon's 'Thunder Cookie'.

     Once the 'Fire Claw' was unleashed, it would tear through anything and everything. Jon expected to see some blood but the scene didn't come as he hoped.

     The old man managed to block the 'Fire Claw' by only his arm. His arm seemed to have been reinforced by a purple Aura.

     Jon wasn't sure what happened but that Aura seemed too dangerous to touch, he jumped away and faced the man carefully.

     The old man didn't seem as maddened as before and closed his eyes letting out a breath then opened his eyes and looked at Jon once again.

     "I have fought the cursed Firemanes for many years. I have tasted all kind of Flame Magic the Firemanes could do and survived a hundred battle against them. Yet one time, there was that brat who injured me with his Flame Magic. He is being called the King of Ash and is one of the Bloody Names in my clan. I knew his fire too damn well… But who would have thought that there will be another brat like him."

     "..." Jon didn't respond to the old man's remorse about the past and focused on recovery.

     "You are Jon Dare! The cursed Thane of Winterhold. Hmmm… Jon, isn't it? I see…" The old man looked around himself and saw the state of his troops. It was a mess and every one of them moved forward to stop the Firemane Chargers who were but a few seconds away.

     "A boy who will be born between the Blood and Fire. Carrying the wrath of the unspeakable anger that soars the sky. These were the words, weren't they? After all those years… You were alive all along! We couldn't kill you… no one could! The Firemanes hid you, didn't they? The cursed child."

     Jon looked at the man and realized that his identity was exposed so he didn't need to worry from then on.

     "Not really glad to meet you. Name's Jonhild."

     "Yeah! I know… We kept paying the price of chasing your mother for five bloody years! Every time we faced her cursed fleet, she would scream 'For Jonhild!'... Every damn time! Your name holds a meaning in the sea, they say once it was heard, the sea's water would turn red after the massacres your maddened mother would commit."

     Jon raised his brows, he didn't understand why Hilda was called 'The Bloody Hilda' and considered the name a bit disrespect for his mother compared to his father's cool name but it seemed she deserved it some way or the other.

     "I guess there is no room to talk now! We knew too damn well that if you survived, then all the enemies of the Firemanes would be destroyed."

     "And look where it has gotten you!"

     "Hehe! True… still, don't mock fate, boy! Fate favors the strong. Once you are not the strong anymore, Fate can abandon you on a whim."

     "... What, do you mean?"

     The old man laughed and his Aura intensified. He stepped forward towards Jon who stood his ground and released his Aura too.

     "It means that as long as I kill you here and now, the Fate will backfire on your clan and my clan will thrive."

     "Crazy old man!"

     "Die!"

     The Bloodsails patriarch said something vague then charged at Jon with a heavy killing intent. Jon who was recovered for some time used all his power to unleash the best magic he had and took out the Skyforge Saber from his side.

     The old man stabbed at Jon's face and Jon deflected it with the back of his blade then used Lightning Magic to counterattack but the old man evaded the lightning before it was even cast.

     "Damn! Was that Haki?"

     "DIE!"

     "I am not going to do so just because you are telling me too."

     Jon was counter-attacking with magic and jumping around while healing himself with Magic. Not everyone may have noticed but Jon's vast Magicka Pool and his overall control were noticed by some people around.

     Alina, who was fighting back to back with Jullanar and Wulfur while trying to open an escape path, halted for a minute and was kept looking at the high-speed battle that was happening not far away from her.

     "So that is Senior when he is fighting seriously?"

     Jon was indeed using the privilege of his ridiculous amount of Magicka to turn the tide to his favor but it was clear how the old patriarch of the Bloodsails was a skillful fighter.

     A bit far away, Ulfric Stormcloak and his people were watching from far away. Ralof's eyes were open wide, he realized the difference between himself and those crazy four youngsters who were fighting in the middle of the enemy forces on their own. More to that he felt one of them was very familiar.

     "That one over there… that is Wulfur!"

     Ralof recognized Wulfur right away.

     "Who is that?"

     "It is Jon Dare's teammate from the tournament."

     "Ah! There was that one indeed. Where is Jon Dare then? Wasn't he announced as a new member of the Firemanes a month ago."

     It would have been fortunate if it was only the Stormcloak who watched the battle closely. In the dark corners of the area, some eyes and ears were watching the situation closely. It was lucky they couldn't hear the conversation of Jon and the Bloodsail patriarch but they were still paying a very close attention to the result of that fight. Jon Dare was a hot topic between many powers right now.

     Back to the fight, Jon used every trick in the book against the old beast that didn't let go of him. He also noticed that the old man started to use his bloodline power.

     The bloodline power of the Bloodsails is known as the 'Blood Boil'. It can make the body stronger and the recovery faster, it may affect the sanity a bit but it was a great ability.

     Jon could trap the old man a few times using some rune traps on the ground but the endurance of that old man was ridiculous, he could pressure Jon to a corner no matter what Jon tried.

     "Damn you! Just how much can you withstand, you fuckin masochist?"

     Jon's attacks have indeed landed on the old man but the later was as lively as ever and attacked left and right without slowing down, it was so annoying to fight that old man like that. Jon's speed was his only remaining advantage but his Stamina wasn't as good as his Magicka and his healing magic couldn't restore Stamina like Alina's.

     'Sigh! What is left I can use?' Jon asked himself.

     In his state, the Thu'um was not the best idea. The Thu'um words he can use were all 'Area of Effect' attacks, and right now he was surrounded with both allies and enemies.

     'There is that thing… But I am not good with it just yet.'

     Jon remembered some of Jonrad's and Hilda's words about how to use his Bloodline Limit, his bloodline limit should be identical to Jonrad's but it was not an easy thing to wield.

     He looked right and left and saw that the Firemane Chargers were closing in but the enemy ahead was much closer. His Friends and loved ones were all around him.

     Jullanar, the feral girl he tamed, was fighting like the beast he trained her to be. Alina, the girl he fancied and made a strange connection with, was an all-rounder magic turret. Wulfur, his brother and partner in nearly every crime, was switching between weapons and sticking them in the bodies of his enemies like nothing.

     'Oh boy! They are good.' Jon smiled helplessly and shook his head.

     "Guys, will hunt lots of dragons together!" Jon who was started smiling said something really weird.

     "Just kick that old man's ass first!" Wulfur who was in the least dangerous situation refuted helplessly.

     "Got it! Sorry old man but I will do a very boring thing right now. I am going to defeat you with the 'Power of Friendship' like those lame ass animes."

     ***

     "Oh! So he is finally using it. That was a bit fast!"

     In some place, a serpent, a fox and a scarab spoke all at the same time. A figure appeared from the shadow that resembled Jon came out and sat around them.

     The four then spoke one more time as if they are one.

     "It looks way better than what I anticipated."

     ***

     Jon's hand evoked Flame Magic once again.

     The Flames on Jon's hands were not the usual Flame Magic he used, they were a bit white to blue with a hint of reading. It looked like the flame of a Bunsen burner but it was clearly being controlled by Jon.

     "Come at me!"

     Jon taunted the old man and the man wasn't even willing to stand back. It was then when Jon cast his magic normally.

     The Flame that would take a bit to penetrate through the Aura was spreading through it like fire and oil. Not a second passed and the old man felt how strong and heavy these Flame was.

     It indeed was like that day.

     The same Flame that killed one of his sons ten years ago when they tried to take revenge on the Firemanes. The infamous Ashen Flames!

     The old man realized what happened and there was only one thing in his mind right now.

     "RETREEEEAT!"

     Jon's flames have returned him to his sanity and reminded him of the disaster that there is no way to avoid now.

     He didn't think of it but he knew the Firemanes too damn well. He knew about them and their guardians. If it is like that then the boy in front of him was just like his father, someone that the Dragon Guardian recognized.

     It was unrelated to how he found out Jon's identity at first but those with the Dragon Guardian's protection are not to be messed with. Even though the cub in front of him was not yet the full-fledged lion to be feared, a cub was still a lion. He alone may not be enough anymore. If only he could spread the word, the old enemies of the Firemanes would rise up one more time like fifteen years ago. He only needs to make the news go around.

     Just as Jon's first attack was over and the next was in the way, the old man whose body was clearly suffering a lot of burns jumped away and was about to run.

     "Did I say you can run? WULD NAH KEST!"

     Jon knew he was an advantage and used the 'Whirlwind Sprint' Thu'um to charge past the old man and block his path.

     "A voice master! Kid, I admit that you have grown too much. More than that is dangerous."

     The old man tried to gamble on one last attack then make a run for it but amidst the chaos, something happened.

     ""HAAA!""

     A strong 'War Cry' sounded and a large white wolf came out charging followed by a Flame Atronach Horse. On the wolf was a raging woman with a red fluttering hair holding a big axe and bloody red Aura was enveloping her. One the Flame Atronach Horse was a man holding a golden sword and his Aura was dense and resembled a real fire that covered his whole body and made him look like the Atronach he was on.

     Just as they passed past the old Bloodsail Patriarch, he was cut to shreds and burnt to ashes in less than a second.

     The show of power was simply… terrifying!

     The onlookers in the shadows, the onlookers on the peaks, Ulfric and his goons, Jon and his team, and those who witnessed the last charge, they all witnessed the Power Couple of the Firemane in their best conditions fending off a youngster from their clan and luckily, they were oblivious enough to forget about Jon right now.

     This news is much more important than anything right now.

     The Bloody Hilda, the King of Ash… They have reappeared in public.

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     163 Developmen

      [A week later!]

     Somewhere in this world, a man sat next to his wife in the garden of their home. The man was listening to some report that was carried by his most trusted aide.

     "Speak, Falk. What happened in our realm that made these guys send us a red letter."

     Falk Firebeard nodded and opened the letter that was sealed with red wax. A minute later he approached the High King and started whispering.

     "You said Jon Dare?"

     "Yes, the Thane of Winterhold, Jon Dare in the flesh was at the between the Firemane and Bloodsail clans. The rumor of him being adopted by them is true. And he disturbed our plan in Winterhold magnificently."

     "Sigh! Such a talent and it goes for the hidden clans… again." The High King sighed deeply.

     "Aren't you satisfied with what you have now? You know my clan with always support you." The queen whispered to her husband's ears and he broke into a smile.

     "Yes, I know." He spoke in a soft tone and nodded.

     "Thank you for the report, Falk. And keep an eye on the situation."

     "By your will, my king. Anything else."

     "Hmm! Don't give the people of Winterhold a tough time at the docks. Tell lady Vittoria Vici to keep the relationship peaceful with the Dare Dragon Company."

     "I will see to it at once."

     ***

     In a quiet room near a fireplace, a woman sat in her elegant Battlemage robe. She was reading a report from a long time ago regarding some incident about the Great War. A man wearing a similar robe knocked on her door and before entering and handing her another note.

     "Madam Emissary, here is the report regarding the situation in Eastmarch."

     "Thank you, you are dismissed."

     "By your orders."

     The man turned around and left.

     The woman opened the note and started reading it carefully, she read it one more time and sighed.

     "Estormo."

     "Yes, Madam Emissary."

     "Go and summon Ancano. It seems the matter regarding Winterhold will give us a headache sooner than expected."

     ***

     In a closed room inside the Palace of Kings in Windhelm, three men were discussing some matters.

     "This will give us a great advantage in the future, now that Skald gave us his allegiance, Korir will soon come running to our door." Galmar Stone-Fist said while waving around the letter that was just delivered.

     "I still don't think so." Jarl Ulfric spoke in his deep dignified voice.

     "Why is that, Jarl Ulfric?"

     "Don't you understand, Winterhold is not the realm of Korir anymore." Jorleif, the steward of the palace, replied to Galmar.

     "Not the realm of Korir, isn't he the…"

     "The Dare Dragon Company is the one with the final say in Winterhold. Our spies have already confirmed that all the hold guards are loyal to Jon Dare and Korir is currently his puppet too. In fact, Solitude has tried to interfere lately and it was said that Thane Erikur had a candidate that he wanted to push to the Jarlship to keep Jon Dare in check but that man disappeared before even the spies of Solitude reach him." Jorleif said what was in the report.

     All the concerned forces in Skyrim has also received a similar report.

     "So this will leave us to do what?" Galmar asked with annoyance.

     "We will wait and see. Jon Dare is a major power now, not someone we can look down on. His allegiance is useful but no one had any plans regarding Winterhold to begin with. Either he wants to play the game of politics or keep to himself, it is all up to him. The plans will go as usual for now." Ulfric said and left the room.

     ***

     Another conversation around the same topic in the Bards' College.

     "Headmaster Viarmo. Did you call for me?"

     "Yes, Lisette. Please come in."

     "Was that Thane Erikur that walked out pushing everything in his way just now?"

     "Yes, it was him."

     Lisette giggled and shook her head helplessly.

     "What then? Is he kicking us out of the building?"

     Viramo furrowed his eyes and glared at Lisette whose behavior was a bit casual. High Elves like him don't like to be talked to like that. Still, Lisette behavior has changed a lot in the past year that he would always glare at her and she would say nothing.

     "Sigh! He is disturbed by some matter in Winterhold and Eastmarch. Wants us to investigate it for him."

     Lisette wasn't wholeheartedly interested for many reasons. She has lost a lot of her respect to the man in front of her since she started becoming one of his birds following the events of the last year.

     "Anyway, it will be your assignment." Viarmo said.

     Lisette seemed to be annoyed and wanted to refute but Viramo's words made her freeze.

     "Your old friend, Jon Dare. He is doing some daring moves in eastern Skyrim, and it seemed that he had brought down a big project that Erikur had in mind for Winterhold."

     Lisette, whose face was motionless with uninterest, became wide awake and listened to Viarmo carefully.

     "What is he doing?"

     "Hmm! He has involved himself with the great Nordic clans."

     Lisette had some knowledge around the topic due to her nature of work. She then asked about some details and Viarmo didn't hide anything that may make her interested.

     Lisette thought for a while and made a natural face.

     "Maybe Winterhold can be interesting after all. I think their big inn has no proper bard right now. If a town has grown so much then its inn will also grow bigger."

     Viarmo smiled and didn't say anything.

     "Before you go, how is Jon Dare's friends that we have here?"

     "Svidi is a creative bard, she is an interesting person and one of the best we have. Jon Battle-Born doesn't lose to her even though his style is too… classic, according to how Svidi described it."

     "Hmm! So, how long will it take them to graduate then?"

     "Less than a year."

     "I see… That indeed is a record. You may leave now."

     Viarmo watched Lisette going out and returned to his book right away.

     'Sigh! How long will it continue? This peace…' That's all he could think about.

     ***

     "Sigh! This place is so boring, and the food is so bland."

     Jon was whining about the food.

     "Hooman! Give me."

     "... Yes yes, here you go, your Meowjesty."

     The food of Jon was eaten by Nefertiti again.

     "Jon, Ongeim has arrived." Jullanar came into the room and reported.

     "Let him in."

     A while later, Ongeim came in the room wearing a black cloak.

     "Boss, did we really have to meet that way?"

     "It is okay, I have business in this city and we have to keep a low profile after the recent trouble."

     "I see, here is a report from Elishka and the things you wanted from us."

     Ongeim took out a note and a small chest.

     "I see, you can sail to Winterhold any time you see fit. We will leave Windhelm and will take the road back home."

     "As you see, Boss."

     Ongeim said and left the room.

     In this room, a few figures were gathered around some table, they were Jon, Jull, Wulfur, Alina, Nurina, and Nefertiti.

     "So this is…"

     "The 'White Phial' and the ingredients to fix it. I will go out tonight and attempt some experiments with a friend."

     "And the note?"

     Jon opened the note and skimmed through it with his eyes then grinned and shook his head.

     "What is that?" Alina asked.

     "It seemed that Elishka's girls have discovered some people trying to stir trouble in our town. The troublesome people were showed out and the source of the noise was taken care of." Jon said the burned the paper to a fine powder with his Ashen Flame.

     "Show off!" Nurina snorted in disdain. Jon was not humble at all about the new power he possessed lately. The Ashen Flame was the core-power of the Dragon Guardian and a mutation to the normal Flame Magic. It worked the same way but was a bit costly on Magicka.

     "Still, give us details." Wulfur was concerned about the matters in Winterhold.

     "Some people from Solitude came to stir trouble and find an excuse to replace Korir with a new Jarl using our popularity. Elishka found the guy who was being supported and made him disappear… at the bottom of the sea."

     "I see… who was the unlucky soul?"

     "Kraldar."

     "Kraldar? Wasn't that the unremarkable guy who always tried to make friends with Arch-Mage Savos?"

     "Yep, that's him."

     Actually, Jon was already very cautious about Kraldar. That man was a citizen of Winterhold and one that could live an easy life during the past times. His family used to be powerful nobility in the past but nothing was left after the Great Collapse to be proud about anymore.

     Also, one more remarkable thing about Kraldar that he will be appointed the Jarl anyway if the Empire won in the next Civil War.

     Anyone should have had a positive view about Kraldar but Jon knew a small piece of information that made him very wary of Kraldar.

     During the Civil War, if by any chance the Empire took over Winterhold then lost it to the Stormcloaks once again, Kraldar, who is the Empire's agent, would simply withdraw from the town and would go to live in Erikur's house in Solitude.

     Now, this is a very dangerous piece of information for Jon.

     Erikur is one of the people that Jon don't like and he is associated with the Thalmor. Having a tumor like that is something that Jon wouldn't want to have in his turf. The simplest way was to eliminate him a long time ago but he wanted to keep Kraldar monitored to get as much information as possible.

     "Well. He was of no use anyway. I better get going now."

     Jon stood up, wore a dark cloak and a hood, then carried the chest and went out. Nefertiti jumped in hid herself in his clothes to go with him.

     He left directly to the 'White Phial' store.

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     164 Repairing the White Phial... and some other crazy shit!

      "Welcome customer, may I interest you in some of our potions or ingredients? We have a new hair potion if you are missing on some hair, or a skin potion for…"

     Quintus, who was behind the counter, switched to salesman mode.

     "Quintus, it's me." Jon replied while sighing.

     "... you are?" Quintus didn't seem to have recognized Jon.

     Quintus is an Imperial young man from Cyrodiil who works at the White Phial alchemy store. His master is Nurelion, a High Elf who is obsessed with a certain artifact also known as the 'White Phial'. It is a legendary bottle, forged in the days when Skyrim was just starting its turn to ice. A small container, made of the magically imbued snow that first fell on the Throat of the World. It is said that the Phial will replenish whatever fluid is placed inside of it.

     Jon has met with Quintus half a year ago to make a deal with him about the 'White Phial' as Jon has already recovered it but it was broken. Jon needed someone knowledgeable about the White Phial to fix it for him.

     Of course, due to Jon's sudden growth and all, he was hard to be recognized by anyone he met before now. Even some of his old acquaintances had problems trying to recognize him.

     Jon had to show the 'White Phial' to Quintus and come up with a story to explain how he got this puffed up. Quintus, who was one of Jon's fans in the arena, became very excited after Jon's transformation. His champion is now stronger than ever in his eyes.

     "So, how is the new High King Tournament this year?" Jon asked.

     "I am afraid that it was too underwhelming that the High King himself was too lazy to attend it, let alone other Jarls. Last year's competition was that of true champions, Sir Jon. I hope for some champions to rise up and make some change."

     "You don't need to worry. Next year, I will arrange a team from Winterhold's best and make some challenges. The High King Tournament will be on fire next time."

     "Sir Jon, your words are like the warm fire in a snowy night to my heart. I will wait with my all."

     Jon was serious about that matter too. Only a competition can bring out the best of talents and a strong competitor roaming around will sure attract the eyes of the people and challengers will appear to fight him.

     Also, Tamriel Continent had a tradition. Arenas and competitions are a necessary part of life. Some may argue but Jon knew very well that the first game of the 'Elder Scrolls' game series was called 'The Elder Scrolls: Arena'. It was supposed to be a tournament based game at first before it would come as an RPG but it was said that Winterhold would have a team called the 'Annihilators' and every city would have such a team. The reality wasn't much different as each city has its Arena or Fighting Pit so it was still a very solid tradition.

     "Enough with the fights now. We have a more important matter."

     "Ah, indeed! This way, Sir Jon." Quintus led Jon in the back of the store and they arrived at a laboratory.

     "This is my workplace. I have asked my master about some Enchanting techniques and arrived at some good answers."

     "Good, let's start."

     The laboratory had a proper Enchanting station and some excellent Alchemy tools. It was a good opportunity to compare skills and exchange ideas between the two people around.

     Nefertiti was allowed to laze around. As a smart cat, she wouldn't go on tables and push things on the floor as long as she is fed. So she was left on guard duty.

     The work was about how to fix the 'White Phial'. The main three ingredients were the Powdered Mammoth Tusk, the Briar Heart, the Unmelting Snow from the Throat of the World, and most importantly the White Phial itself.

     To restore the White Phial, the Unmelting Snow was the necessary part to remake the broken part of the White Phial. The Powdered Mammoth Tusk would be mixed with the Unmelting Snow as it was an ivory that is as hard as iron but the Giants have found ways to make it yield. They're able to grind it down so fine that it can be infused into the lattice of packed snow. The finished material has the delicate nature of fresh powder snow, but the strength of the hardest steel.

     The last thing was the Briar Heart and that was the most complicated process.

     The final tempering of the Phial was performed with a type of old magic that's been lost since the Dragon War back in the Merethic Era*. The nearest modern incarnation of it is the strange rituals practiced by the Forsworn. With the heart of one of their Briar Warriors. The Briar Heart was necessary to lock the Phial's magic into its physical form and complete the missing part of the enchantment through it.

     [A/N: *The Merethic Era is the era before the First Era and it resembles the Prehistoric Period as it was the first era were mortals started to dominate the world after the Dawn Era which was considered the Age of Gods. It lasted for 2500 years as far as the sources recorded and it ended 4446 years from the current novel date: 4E-197.]

     It took Jon and Quintus almost all the night to prepare all that.

     Jon's original goal was the part where the Briar Heart is to be used to reveal the enchantment of the White Phial. What he was after from the very beginning was not the White Phial as an artifact but the truth behind its magic.

     Jon has indeed studied the White Phial all that time. He understood the basic principle about how it works. Actually, he knew it from the start as his 'One School Theory' had some similar basics to that magic.

     This enchantment could be said as the only way to secure the new source of power Jon was after from the beginning.

     Once everything was ready, Jon and Quintus started to apply the mixture and perform the enchantment. It took them quite a while until they reached the final form that they were after.

     "Is it fixed?"

     Quintus was worried and looked to Jon who was silently looking at the White Phial.

     The crack that was on the side of the Phial has indeed disappeared and left no trace except a small area on the outside of the white bottle that made it appear to be a newer spot that the rest of its body.

     "I think there is only one way to find out."

     Jon grabbed a potion from nearby and dropped a few drops in the White Phial.

     "... the records say that it at least needs a day to refill itself. Do you think it will be possible to…"

     "It is possible." Jon replied and looked meaningfully at the White Phial then grinned. He was sure that the theory of the White Phial he had in mind was true.

     He then held a journal that was written in Arabic and started to add his notes with a lot of excitement. The enchantment was nothing but a miracle in his eyes now.

     How was it?

     The White Phial is a bottle that refills any liquid that gets dropped by instantly amplifying and purifying it.

     Was that something possible by normal means?

     Of course not. In the eyes of the people in this world, this is akin to 'Creating Something from Nothing'. But Jon knew better that it is impossible to do such a thing.

     Creating something from nothing is something that only God can do. The White Phial was no holy artifact and like any other thing, its function still followed the 'Laws of Conservation of Mass and Energy'.

     To put it in simpler words, this White Phial didn't create something from nothing, it consumed energy and converted it into matter.

     To a modern person, this was a mindblowing matter.

     Can energy be converted into matter?

     Yes, energy can be converted into matter with mass M=E/c^2. Although, It would take a huge amount of energy to get a tiny mass. For example, to make a glass of water, you would need 2.2468 × 10^16 J of energy. That is the equivalent of detonating over 250 Fatman bombs.

     But this White Phial could do it! This thing would make the Superpowers of Earth go on World War 3 to seize such an artifact.

     And now, it belonged to Jon.

     Jon confirmed the theory by sensing the Magicka around the White Phial and sensing how much energy was being sucked in. It was, by all means, RIDICULOUS.

     He would throw up if he had a less profound sense of the Magicka between Heaven and Earth.

     After analyzing the enchantments on the White Phial one last time. He arrived at the final result.

     What he was after all along can be created!

     The White Phials wonder was in its power to convert Energy to Mass but what Jon needed was the mean to take Magicka from the surroundings and trap it into the enchantment.

     Why was so wondrous in Jon's eyes?

     The answer was another question; what is the only other thing that has the exact same function that can absorb Magicka and store it or trap it?

     The answer was: Living Beings.

     Not only them, the Daedra too could do the same function even though their lives are a matter of argue between the scholars for the nature of their souls but that's a matter for another discussion.

     Back to what is important, the Living Flesh can absorb Magic from the Heaven and Earth and store it.

     No other scholar has reached the conclusion about the ability of the White Phial to have the ability to do such a thing other than Jon. With all that in mind, Jon could now move to the next stage.

     The creation of the new 'Power Source'.

     "Quintus, thank you and deliver my thanks to your Master. Give him the White Phial and tell him I will be rude and visit him in the future to do more research. Excuse me now, I have a very important matter to attend to in Winterhold."

     Jon took his things in a hurry and carried Nefertiti then ran out of the store.

     "Hey, Sir Jon! Wait…"

     Quintus called for Jon but the later moved in lightning speed and disappeared in thin air leaving the White Phial in Quintus's hands.

     After teleporting away, Jon smiled and giggled. His gain this time was very huge. He copied most of the Enchantments on the White Phial and was very sure of his achievement.

     Still, he had to let go of the White Phial to gain something much better.

     'Why not hunt two birds with one stone when there is an opportunity?' He thought.

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     165 Nurina“s Trauma

      "Still, I am not sure which is more amazing…"

     "Creating something from nothing can't be amazing because it is simply impossible. But converting matters and energies is the next level shit… ouch! Hey!"

     "You kiss your mama with that mouth?"

     "... Stop casting spells out of nowhere… and drink your tea before it gets cold."

     "Oh, thank you… Shit! It is cold…"

     Tsk! This woman is a hypocrite.

     I keep explaining modern theories to her and I get a 'Telekinetic Slap' in the end.

     Well, at least the road is not boring. We headed out of Windhelm earlier this morning and some new faces joined us. These were Patriarch Sigurd Moonblade and some of his men as well as Freyja and Bjorna who were on a mission to Morthal.

     The Moonblade Clan's stronghold is located in Winterhold. It is exactly in the western region of the hold south to Snowpoint Beacon and Hob's Fall Cave. It is a very rocky area on a mountain but I was aware of it because it is an area that Alina asked me not to send people there.

     Anyway, Sigurd was glaring at me all the time lately. For some reason, that old man didn't give me one chance to have a proper conversation with Alina.

     This daughter-con old man is getting on my nerve.

     "Father-in-Law, would you like some herbal tea?"

     "....."

     "Father-in-Law, are you okay? You seem a bit dejected."

     "... I, will, murder, you!"

     The man gave off a scary aura for a second but there was someone who was giving him the 'I dare you' smile behind me.

     I love it when Nurina is on my side. I can just go and kick a dragon's butt without worrying about my own.

     Anyway, after we reached the southern crossroad in Winterhold after two days of riding, we went to the north and the Moonblade with the Firemanes kept riding west.

     Alina joined her father and rode to her clan with him, she hasn't returned there for some time so Nurina gave her a vacation for a few days.

     Now, heading north to Winterhold town were Nurin, Jull, Wulf and me. This is basically our territory so we were taking it easy.

     Still, something weird occurred… the wind howled and snow started flying everywhere.

     "A storm? Well, this is Sun's Dawn (February) after all. Let's find cover."

     "We are in the middle of nowhere!"

     "Whistling Mine and the new village are just one hour ahead, we can make it."

     We all were riding Flame Atronach Horses so it wasn't a tough trip anyway but the Snow Storm started affecting the performance of the Flame Atronach Horses.

     "Okay, I am doing it… LOK VAH Koo... *cough* the last word is so damn tricky!"

     I had to use the 'Clear Skies' Thu'um to put down the storm but I haven't made any progress with the last word 'Koor' which means 'Summer'. Mostly because I haven't seen a real summer in a long time and it is hard to pull its effect out. Also, the word was so damn hard to use as a Thu'um.

     Some words of power are harder than others to master and 'Koor' is the hardest one so far.

     Anyway, the snowstorm returned once again after a minute.

     "We will arrive shortly anyway. Let's pick up the pace."

     I encouraged them to go ahead and tried to use the Thu'um one more time…

     But…

     I couldn't shout!

     Nurina looked at me and tilted her head.

     "Ehem! It seems that I need some more time." I said while smiling awkwardly.

     "You never needed that long to rest from two words." Nurina said and seemed a bit worried.

     "Never mind it! We can reach Whistling Mine normally now. Let's hurry."

     I tried not to worry her but I felt strange myself.

     Wulf and Jull nodded and rode faster ahead, Wulf had his bear cub tied carried on his back and Nefertiti chose to ride with Jull for some reason.

     Nurina and I were riding slowly in the back.

     ***

     Time passed and the storm became stronger, I tried to use the Thu'um one more time but with no result.

     "Okay, this is not good!"

     "What?" Nurina replied.

     "I can't use the Thu'um. I don't know why but it is not coming out."

     Nurina rode closer and held my shoulder. She let her Magicka flow into me and tried to check something.

     She then opened her eyes wide and looked at me.

     "Jon, you have been 'Silenced'!"

     "Silenced?!"

     What is she talking about?

     No one can 'Silence' me.

     'Silence' is a spell that locks the magic of the target. Through it, the target can't use any form of magic or anything related.

     But, I can't be Silenced! My Magicka is far too strong to get (normally) Silenced!

     "What is going on here? How couldn't you feel yourself being silenced?" Nurina asked me and seemed worried.

     "I don't know! How couldn't you feel any magic being cast around?"

     "....."

     This wasn't a good sign! I looked around but…

     "Where are Jull and Wulf?"

     Nurina also looked around and didn't spot anyone.

     The storm was so intense for us to see more than ten meters ahead.

     "Here, you are good to go!" Nurina removed the 'Silencing' state from me and cast protection around us.

     We were on high alert and started looking around with caution.

     Suddenly!

     *thud* *thud*

     We both fell on the ground!

     "The hell!"

     I was shocked… we weren't attacked! It was only our Flame Atronach Horses getting dispelled.

     "The fuck is going on! Show yourself, scoundrel!" Nurina regained her balance and lashed a Lightning spell in anger that moved like a whip around us... but it also got dispelled.

     Shit!

     Silencing me without me noticing! Fooling Nurina's magic sense and dispelling her magic!

     "... Who on Nirn can do that?"

     I asked Nurina who was back to back with me but I got no answer.

     I looked at her and found her frozen in a shock with her eyes wide open.

     "It wasn't easy, you know… Locking his magic and sneaking on you, girl."

     Following where Nurina's eyes were looking, the source of the voice appeared from the snow storm.

     It was…

     … a normal Dark Elf woman in some unremarkable clothes?!

     What is that?

     "Long time no see, girl!" The woman walked forward and Nurina was still frozen in shock.

     She was a Dunmer with the same grey skin and red eyes but her hair was ashen grey. Maybe due old age but her movements weren't that of an old person. Maybe that's her appearance!

     "... Jon." Nurina spoke in a weak voice

     "What?"

     "... Run!"

     ***

     "Run!" Nurina said in a scared manner.

     "Huh?" Jon's thought process was still in a bewildered state.

     "I said run! Don't look back and run!"

     "Eh! I don't underst…"

     Meanwhile, the Dunmer woman was watching with an expressionless face.

     "Are you two done?" She spoke in a bored manner.

     Nurina and Jon got tensed up and looked at the woman with worried expressions and seemed to have been ready to go on a fight any time. Difference is… Nurina was very aware who was she up against.

     "You will never get your hands on him." Nurina was trying to protect Jon with a desperate look on her face. She was resolved to go all out.

     "It is a matter of whether I can or can not, girl."

     The old woman waved her hand and both Jon and Nurina got blown away from their places in a second.

     The woman looked at them then sighed and shook her head, she then walked towards them once again.

     Thirty meters away, Jon and Nurina landed over each other and seemed all beaten up.

     "This *cough*... Who is that monster?" Jon stood up while staggering.

     "If you already know that she is a monster then hurry up and leave."

     "The fuck are you talking about? I am not leaving! And weren't you the one who should have been the monster around these parts? Why is there someone who is kicking you around like that?"

     "Tsk! Here she comes."

     Jon and Nurina got into battle mode once again and used their best spells to get ready.

     "I will take left, you go right!" Jon said and started to open the close the gap between himself and the woman with his hammer in hand. Once he was five meters close, he teleported to the right (contrary to what he said) and swung his hammer.

     "A shameless attack, huh? You taught him that?"

     The woman didn't even look at him and took out a sword out of nowhere and blocked his hammer with ease.

     Jon was shocked of the woman's strength but he already expected this woman to be a freak who can play with Nurina around. Once his attack got blocked, his hand moved to the Skyforge Saber and drew it in an arc towards the woman.

     She snorted in disdain and twisted the hand that was holding her sword then used it to block the saber too.

     She was blocking Jon's two trusty weapons with one hand and one weapon.

     Jon was vexed as he didn't seem to be able to push the woman at all so he twisted his waist kicked at the woman's head from the back.

     The woman simply moved faster than anything Jon can do and was just behind Jon, she then used the side of her sword and smacked Jon's butt with it sending him away.

     "Where did you find such a big child? He is so persistent."

     The woman asked Nurina who was for some reason unable to move or talk.

     "Oh, sorry!" The woman noticed the abnormality then flicked her finger dispelling the paralyzing state from Nurina.

     "You crazy old hag! Why don't you just die?" Nurina, who got freed, released her magic in a massive Lightning attack.

     "You know my family, little girl. We never die." The woman waved her right hand coolly and blocked all Nurina's magic like it was nothing.

     "Just get swallowed in Oblivion already!" Nurina put more effort into her magic and launched it like a bomb.

     "Been there… boring by the way." The woman was blocking Nurina's massive spell like it was nothing.

     "FUS RO DAH!" Jon returned to the battle and shouted the 'Unrelenting Force'.

     The woman clicked her tongue and moved away from the shout's path.

     "This kid is indeed troublesome. To make me move twice?! Who is he to you, girl?" The woman looked at Nurina while aiming a spell at Jon whose instincts told him that he is fucked up if he moved.

     Nurina looked at the woman with absolute anger and shouted.

     "Alfe, that's my son!"

     The atmosphere settled down for a while and became a bit awkward.

     "... I see!" The woman nodded her head canceled her magic.

     "I think we have a lot of catching up to do." The woman said and waved her hand. Both her and Nurina disappeared from sight. Jon all left alone!

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      Jon was all left alone!

     His sense of crisis was giving the red alert.

     'Fuck me! We got defeated! And Nurina got kidnapped! This is officially the worst day of my life… The fuck did just happen?'

     A strong state of denial controlled Jon's mind and tried to calm himself. It was the first time in his life to see the person who he looked up to the most get disadvantaged in Magic of all things then get kidnapped also by Magic. This was way beyond his comfort zone.

     He never imagined anyone with the power to surpass the strongest mage he knew, and Arch-Wizard of all beings… and one of the most talented ones.

     His eyes were moving around like crazy trying to figure out what to do…

     'Okay! Let's calm down. Calm down. Take it easy! The woman, she wasn't trying to harm Nurina. She was just, just screwing around with us… She was serious but she wasn't murderous. Okay, this is not bad! A good start…"

     Jon was calming himself and started rewinding what happened in his mind.

     'Okay, First thing first! Nurina knew that woman, she knew her very well. She called her 'Crazy Old Hag'... So this is the Legendary Master that Nurina talks about… If I remember, the description matches. She is a Dark Elf with ashen grey hair. Good! Nurina's master won't harm Nurina... Physically at least!'

     Jon kept coming and going around the place Nurina and the other woman disappeared from. While he was moving around, Jon remembered a part of their conversation.

     'Nurina called her 'Alfe'! Alfe?! Where did I hear that name before? … System, search for 'Alfe' in my memories!'

     No response!

     'Alexa!'

     The system responded and Jon started to check out the place once again.

     <1 Result found!>

     'Show it!"

     The system opened a screen with some explanations. It said that 'Alfe' was a name that meant 'Alpha' in Jon's past life and there was only one person with that name from his memories.

     What was really strange was that this memory didn't come from this life, it came from Jon's past life.

     That only meant that the woman Alfe who has a chance to be Nurina's master was an NPC from the Elder Scrolls game series! Yes, the Elder Scroll game series, not the 'Elder Scroll V: Skyrim'. The memory was related to the 'Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind' and it seemed that Alfe was an NPC from 'Morrowind'.

     The only person was who fit the description had her name written on the system screen with some images from Jon's past life.

     Jon saw these results and froze in his place.

     This person was no ordinary person at all.

     "... Fuck me! Alexa, call The Augur."

     ***

     Nurina and Alfe appeared in a different location, it was a small room with a strange and alien structure. Nurina looked left and right frantically and finally recognized the place.

     "Alfe... No! Where is Jon?"

     Alfe looked at Nurina with a faint smile. She snorted and walked away to a strange looking chair.

     "You haven't changed at all. Still playing around with cute little stuff and pretending to be a mother."

     Nurina got tensed up by Alfe's words and seemed to have remembered something very unpleasant. She glared at Alfe and the air around her changed.

     "Where is he, Alfe? If one single hair of his head got so much harm, you will never see the end of this!"

     Nurina was angry to the limits and the air around her started giving a black Aura. Nurina, who was normally using magic, unleashed a powerful and terrible Aura.

     Alfe couldn't help but giggle with sharp eyes. Her red eyes stared coldly at Nurina.

     "Look at you! You have grown up... a little."

     "Where, is, HE?"

     Nurina held back no more and put all her power into a very strong attack. The attack had both natures of Magicka and Aura.

     Alfe raised her brows in admiration and moved her hand to face the attack with equal power.

     Both forces clashed but Nurina fell short and her attack got handled by Alfe.

     "Nice! Linking the Warrior Energy and the Magicka can be this interesting? Looks like you have made some progress... a pointless one though!"

     After the energy in the room settled, Nurina seemed to be a bit tired but Alfe was completely unscathed.

     "Tsk, monster!"

     "Oh, thank you! By the way, your so-called son is fine. I left him behind."

     Nurina heard Alfe's words and relief appeared on her face. She sighed and her tensed Magicka calmed down.

     Still, she didn't let her guard down and glared at Alfe once again.

     "How did you find me?"

     "News tend to travel, dear. House Telvanni has eyes and ears everywhere. How hard it is to not know about an Arch-Wizard in Winterhold's College?"

     "... And what do you want?"

     "Nothing really, I was just doing some business in the area when I sensed a unique presence so I just went to take a look."

     "You are telling me that you are causing this mess because you only got interested after finding me?"

     "Huh? No."

     "... What?"

     "Not you."

     "Not me?"

     "Disappointed?"

     "Screw you!"

     "Hehe! I am talking about the boy."

     "... About Jon?"

     Alfe nodded.

     Nurina felt a bit conflicted but she managed to look composed.

     "What attracted someone like you to Jon?"

     "You make it sound like a bad thing."

     "You know what I mean."

     "Hmmm! My father has seen a lot of that kid's kind but I only managed to meet one and hear about another. Not that I was interested at that time but meeting him was just a confirmation."

     "Confirmation! What are you talking about? What is do you mean by kind?" Nurina stood up and urged Alfe for an answer.

     "Let's say that from all the children in the world, you picked up a boy with the fate to be a Hero." Alfe said something as if that was some big deal.

     "H- Hero? We already know about that?"

     "... Really?"

     "Yes, Jon is related to a prophecy that he will find three Elder Scrolls and he is aware of it."

     "Oh! I see, you got it all wrong." Alfe dismissed Nurina's words as if they were nothing.

     "What do you mean by 'got it wrong'?"

     "It is normal for Heros to be related to the Elder Scrolls. Majority of the scholars argue that any proclaimed hero with no Elder Scrolls in their tale is not really a hero. Just some powerful person! It also doesn't mean that anyone related to an Elder Scroll is a Hero. A Hero or Heroine is a mortal blessed (and cursed, from another point of view) with a special Fate and the ability to rule their own Destiny. Heroes are closely related to the prophecies revealed in the Elder Scrolls, but are not bound by them. They often grow to become far more powerful than most other mortals." Alfe said while searching between some books on a table beside her.

     "Wait! They rule their own Destiny? Didn't you say that Grandmaster himself can do that too?"

     "True. Father is too strong to be bound by the rules of the world, there is a certain threshold that needs to be passed to ignore the restrictions of the world."

     "So, what does any of that have to do with Jon?"

     "Simple, as his so-called mother, what do you think of his talent and power?"

     Nurina thought for a while.

     "I think he is not yet a Master Wizard. Last year, he achieved a very rapid growth as he was focusing solely on studying and creating spells. He is halfway through the rank of an Expert Mage. His combat skills fall less behind."

     "Hmmm! So Magic is his strong point?" Alfe asked.

     Nurina shook her head.

     "He is talented in the Thu'um, the Ancient Voice of the Dragons."

     "Is there a talent in the Thu'um nowadays? Last I heard was that only Dragonborn can be talented in such a thing."

     "You saw him perform it!"

     "Well, I didn't expect anything less from my grand-disciple. He is your disciple, right?"

     "My Legacy Disciple."

     "Pffft! You have a legacy? Girl, how old are you this year? 200?" Alfe held her stomach and started laughing.

     Nurina seemed dissatisfied about her master's reaction and but she didn't say anything. It was rare for Alfe to laugh anyway.

     "So, back to the topic. You said his talent was the Thu'um? Hmmm! He is sure a Nord, if he is Dragonborn then the world will face a lot of trouble, and if he appeared in Skyrim then that means that Skyrim will be the center of the attention the next few years."

     "Just get to the point? What will Jon do by controlling his Destiny? You made it sound like something scary?"

     "I don't remember teaching you that so listen closely. Controlling one's own Destiny means that there is no plan for the person himself. He is a rogue and an irregular in the world, he can break the World's law itself. Fate and Destiny are the restrictions made by the World or the Gods to bound people from destroying the world or causing too much trouble. Once this restriction is broken, the person has no limit to his growth or power just like my four thousand years old Father. The World tends to cleanse itself from those irregulars with all sort of ways, like striking them with Lightning in the middle of the day or causing a great accident to kill them through it. Most die before even breaking through the restrictions but rarities like my father and some of the Psijic Monks exist."

     "WAIT just a minute? Are you saying that Jon will be killed by the World because he is getting too strong?" Nurina panicked and was about to jump on Alfe and hold her by the nape of her clothes but she managed to stay still.

     "Well, the World isn't really that blind. Heroes are an exception! You see, Heroes are the ones that save the World from falling into chaos. That is why the World itself allow a chosen few of the irregulars to exist as the so-called Heroes..."

     "So this means that…"

     "Don't interrupt me, you brat!" Alfe got a stick out of nowhere and hit Nurina on her head.

     "Sorry, master." Nurina's old habit kicked in and held her head while apologizing before remembering that she was on bad terms with Alfe.

     "Sigh! Here where I bring you the bad news. Once the heroes finish their trials and complete all the labors… the World turns on them and forces them to make a choice… You read the stories… you know how it ends."

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      "Once the heroes finish their trials and complete all the labors… the World turns on them and forces them to make a choice… You read the stories… you know how it ends."

     Alfe's word kept ringing in Nurina's head. She, who looked youthful despite her two hundred years of age, seemed to have grown old all of a sudden.

     Alfe still looked emotionless despite her disciple's heartbreaking expressions. She then sighed and spoke.

     "That is why I asked you how strong he has become. To those who are Heroes, the stronger they get, the nearer the time of their trial starts."

     Nurina could barely hold her tears and cleared her shrugged throat.

     "Last year, he left Riften at the rank of 'Apprentice Mage'. Once he traveled through Skyrim, he had a fortuitous encounter and grasped some basics of the ways of the Psijics. He then started focusing his all on how to increase his power and learn how to control it but he faced a certain dilemma with his vitality, he found a way to cure himself and achieved a certain degree of balance and was recognized as an 'Expert Mage' lately."

     "All that in one year! Well, as a disciple of yours, he indeed shows a good promise."

     "Still, he was very well versed in the Thu'um. His talent is shocking."

     "I don't want to jump to conclusions but there is a chance that he may be a Dragonborn. If that's the case then I won't be able to answer as many questions as the people who are well versed in the Thu'um itself."

     Nurina understood what Alfe was trying to say as she was very aware of Jon's reincarnation and the Dragonborn prophecy. However, she chose to keep such information from Alfe as they are not her secrets to reveal.

     "Hmmm! I understand but let's focus on Jon's power for now. You said that the faster it increases, the sooner his trails become. What does that mean?"

     "It is not that hard to understand. Think of it as the World knows when such a disaster shall strike, the World prepares the Heroes to face it so their increase in power is mostly dependant on how the World needs them to be. There is no limits or boundaries to tell how strong a Hero can reach as long as their trials require them to be that strong. But we can tell that the trial is drawing nearer as long as the young heroes are growing stronger."

     "But when Jon finishes the trials, won't that mean that he will meet his demise?"

     "Probably."

     "Which means it is not a certain thing, right?"

     "Yes, he can find a way. You know that my Father has cured the Hero of Morrowind of the Corprus Disease by stopping the negative effects and allowing the positive effects of the Corprus to remain. Normally, immortality was one of the positive effects of the Corprus."

     "Are you saying that the Great Nerevarine is still alive until this day?"

     "Who knows? Just a few days before the Oblivion Crisis, he said he is going on some journey across the ocean to go and visit Akavir."

     "Akavir?!"

     "Point is that I don't know if he is alive or not, you can try and ask my father but he will not answer it."

     "Figures… Grandmaster always valued the privacy of his friends."

     "Another example was the late Champion of Cyrodiil or what people know as the Hero of Kvatch. He had three trials against the Daedric Prince Mehrune Dagon, the ancient Immortal Umaril the Unfeathered, and the Daedric Prince Jyggalag. During the last trial, the Hero was chosen to be Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness, to protect the Isles of Madness from Jyggalag, the Daedric Prince of Order. Sources say that the Sheogorath was actually the cursed form of Jyggalag and the Hero managed to remove the curse from Jyggalag and thus keeping him free from becoming Sheogorath again. Jyggalag, again free to wander Oblivion in his true form, disclosed his story to the Champion and named him the new Prince of Madness before departing."

     "... You mean that the current day Sheogorath is…"

     "The Hero of Cyrodiil."

     "Wow!"

     The story was not known except to a select few, even a great character like Nurina didn't know that such a thing happened. She would be really mad when she finds out that Jon knew such a story from before as he himself has seen it from the eyes of the player character during the even of the 'Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion', but that's a story for another time.

     "Point is… the last known two Heroes managed to defy the world by an extreme action. I am not sure about the Nerevarine but the Hero of Kavach ascended to become the Mad God. Not a bad bargain in my opinion." Alfe said and waited for Nurina's answer.

     Nurina fell into deep thinking and nodded.

     "So, you are saying that Jon's alarming increase of strength may mean that his trial will start sooner but it also means that he needs to become much stronger to be able to resist the retaliation of the World when he finishes his trials."

     "I am glad you caught up."

     "And that means I need to put him on the toughest training course I can provide…"

     "Now now! You are completely looking at it the wrong way here." Alfe stopped Nurina before thinking about something weird.

     "What do you mean?"

     "If you tried to interfere, you may end up hindering his path."

     "What are you talking about? I have watched over him since he was less than a year old. I have taught him everything there is about Magic."

     "Sigh! Girl, you are deeply emotionally involved with him. Not only you see him as your disciple but as your son as well."

     "... I don't understand? Isn't that the point?"

     "Of course not! Listen, you dumb fool. Heroes pass through nine stages in their lives. They are; the 'Call to the Adventure' when Heros get the higher calling to stand up and fight the injustice, the 'Training' when Heroes acquire a new mentor and gain a hold of their power, 'Crossing the Threshold' when Heroes claim their first success and realize their fate, the 'Road to the Trials' when Heroes start their long journey to harness their power for good, the 'Belly of the Whale' is when Heroes face something up and beyond what they were prepared for like when people try to use them or when they face something undefeatable, the 'Seduction' is when Heroes get lured to do something they regret later on and through it wisdom can be gained, the 'Atonement of the Father' is when Heroes achieve something great and get ready for the final phases of their journey, the 'Apotheosis' is when the Heroes finish their trials for good, and finally the 'Ultimate Boon' and that's when the tale ends about how the Heroes lived happily ever after."

     "So, where I come in is the second stage, the 'Training', right? I am his Mentor."

     "You are an idiot through and through. The boy didn't even get his Calling yet. What makes you think you are to be his mentor?"

     "Eh! But I…"

     "Didn't I just say that your interference will hinder him? You raised him since he was less than a year old as you said. Don't you see? That child is brave and all but he grew up while being protected by you. He became fairly decent in terms of power and normal dangers can't affect him but he grew up safely."

     "Wait! Is that my fault now?"

     "Whose fault is it? If he doesn't suffer, he won't learn any life lesson that makes him stronger both in mentality and reality."

     "You don't know Jon."

     "And you don't know shit!"

     "....."

     Alfe and Nurina started a staring contest but it was Nurina who averted her eyes away at the end.

     "... Dammit! What should I do?"

     "You just simply have to let him go? Order him to go on a journey to widen his knowledge and experience new things."

     Alfe suggested nonchalantly while looking away.

     Nurina, however, looked at Alfe and narrowed her eyes.

     "... The same way you let me go?"

     Alfe closed her eyes and didn't respond.

     "Why are you telling me this anyway? Of all people, I expected you to care the least about Jon. The things you've done to me in the past… I've never forgotten them."

     Alfe shook her head helplessly. She looked at Nurina's eyes.

     "You were five, right?"

     "Huh?"

     "When I took you in, you were five. It was in the red year when Vvanderfell erupted. If I remember correctly, you were drifted on this island and barely lived. Uupse insisted that she can save your life and nursed you back to health. Yet all you wanted was to go back to your family, both you and I remember how that ended up."

     It was Nurina's turn to be silent.

     "Well, I appreciated the respect that you showed back then. You were not a bad talent yourself. It made me think of how it…"

     "Old Hag, I have heard that story like a thousand times already."

     "Really?"

     "Do I need to mention that I lived through it too?"

     "Oh! Well, I was about to mention the parts that annoyed me the most? Like your overflowing motherly instincts." Alfe said in an annoyed tone.

     Nurina seemed to have remembered something unpleasant.

     "And when you killed Darla, remember what you said?"

     "Dear, having a pet doesn't make you its mother. You had to learn that."

     "By killing a pet… of an eight years old kid?"

     Nurina's eyes were glaring daggers at Alfe who was not affected even feeling bad.

     "You were always a cold-blooded hag!" Nurina said that and walked away to the door's room.

     Once she reached it, she remembered where she was halted her pace. To get back to where she left Jon, she needs to teleport a distance that was beyond her power.

     She wanted to look back at Alfe and tell her to get her back but she just stopped without turning around.

     Alfe was grinning because of the situation and wanted to tease Nurina.

     "By the way, when I appeared before you and that kid, did you think I was going to kill him too? You are 196 this year, I allow you to take a son or whatever, you know." Alfe started mocking Nurina.

     "Cold Hearted bitch!" Nurina cursed without looking back.

     "Well, it is hard to catch up on any emotions when you are born as the eldest daughter and from a jar. If you want hugs, you can go find Uupse or Beyte. Delte went out on an errand."

     Nurina snorted at Alfe's words.

     "I'll go pay respect to them and to Grandmaster Divayth as well."

     "He's busy!"

     Nurina didn't reply and went out of the room.

     ***

     A while later, Nurina returned to Alfe who was waiting with a book in hand.

     "How was it?"

     "Good, Grandmaster gave me some candy."

     "Be careful, it may be some hundred years old sweet bar or something."

     "... I'll keep that in mind. Can I go back now?"

     "Winterhold?"

     "Yes."

     "Well, I have some business I need to do around the place so we will be going together. Why do you live their anyway?"

     "That cousin of mine, you remember him? Savos."

     "Ah! That unremarkable and untalented kid."

     "Well, he happens to be the Arch-Mage of Winterhold so he gave me a place if I give some classes per month?"

     "Wait! That Savos… it the Arch-Mage of Winterhold?"

     "I know, right! Can you believe it?"

     "Damn! Who got kicked in the head by a donkey and allowed him to be an Arch-Mage?"

     "Don't ask me. Let's just go."

     Alfe nodded and was about to wave cast a spell but suddenly she stopped and opened her eyes wide.

     "Impressive!"

     Nurina was about to ask but she suddenly felt the changes in the space around the room.

     "Wait! Alfe, is someone teleporting here?"

     "Not just teleporting here. Someone actually managed to trace my magic and a reverse it to find their way to this room. Reverse a spell created by a 4000 years old sorcerer? How exciting!"

     Alfe was totally excited about whatever or whoever that was going to arrive. Nurina understood the meaning of Alfe's words and hid behind her.

     'This must be some other insane monster! I want no part into this.' She thought.

     A few seconds later, a third figure appeared in the room.

     It was a well-armored person holding a strange cylinder object in his hand. He looked around and his eyes landed on Alfe!

     "Alfe Fyr! I know who you are and I am not afraid of you. Where is Nurina?"

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      "Alfe Fyr! I know who you are and I am not afraid of you. Where is Nurina?"

     The armored person set his eyes on Alfe and aimed the cylinder object at her.

     "Oh boy!" Nurina realized what is going on and broke into cold sweat.

     "Oblivion take me! Did that kid just teleport all the way from Skyrim to Morrowind by reversing my spell?"

     "... Morrowind?" The armored man tilted his head not understanding what is going on. He then realized that the strange shape of the room around him and looked left and right.

     It seemed as if he was in the inside of a tree with all the organic walls around him. The place really felt pretty much alive.

     "Welcome to Morrowind, brat!"

     Ten seconds of silence followed Alfe's statement.

     "EEEEEEEEH!?"

     And Jon normally freaked out! He looked left and right and checked the place around him again. Jon has never been into one of these houses before but he pretty much had an idea what was that. He is inside a Telvanni tower.

     Telvanni towers were a unique type of houses located in Morrowind. Rather than being constructed, these towers have been planted by House Telvanni from a special kind of fungi that grows by their special means. These towers were, in the end, some large mushrooms that members of House Telvanni and the people work for them lived in.

     And he found himself into one.

     "Wait a second? What is going on?" Jon was processing a lot of information to the point that his head started giving errors.

     "I am the one who wants to ask you! How did you arrive here?" Nurina walked from behind Alfe and looked at Jon.

     Jon saw Nurina and remembered his objective.

     "Oh, right! I came to save you. Hurry up, teleport us out of here?"

     "... Wha! I can't…"

     "What? You can't? Wait a second… Alfe Fyr, what have you done to her?"

     "I didn't do anyth…" Alfe replied with no interest whatsoever.

     "Denial won't help you! I will avenge Nurina… Vengeance will be swift! Vengeance will be painful! It will be… DELICIOUS!" Jon declared as he moved his armored arms and carried the cylinder object on his shoulder.

     "Get ready! FIRE!"

     The cylinder object started to glow and a lot of Magicka got condensed in its center. Alfe who was normally not interested raised her brows and grinned. She saw a strange magic formation that looked rather creative and connected the armor and the cylinder object.

     She just waved her hand and a thin string of lightning dashed at Jon and struck his armor.

     Before he shows off his new invention, Jon and his armor flew across the room and crashed into a shelf, a mound of books fell on him and he got buried under them.

     "Jon! No!" Nurina freaked out and ran towards Jon.

     "Perfect! Now I have two idiots to take care of."

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     Morrowind, Huh!

     How the hell did I arrive here you ask?

     Well, let's start from the time Nurina got taken away by Alfe.

     The scene unfolds on me standing in the middle of the snowstorm alone like an idiot. I was greatly taken aback by Alfe's show of power and how she managed to even take on Nurina with ease. I mean… Nurina is an Arch-Wizard for fuck's sake!

     When I started rewinding the fight in my mind, it was rather weird how Alfe managed to block my Magic by silencing me. You see, Magicka is one sort of energy and it comes from the Soul which is the source of all energies in the body like the Magic Energy (Magicka), Life Energy (Vitality), Spirit Energy (Vital Essence) and all the other known and unknown energies.

     When mages use a spell like 'Silence', they block the link between the Astral Body which is the container of the Soul and the Physical Body which is the medium to transfer energies in and out. Still, Alfe's spell was rather unique as it blocked most of the energy transferring points between the Astral and the Physical bodies which were rather… Like a piece of art.

     This was above and beyond any magic I know. Normally, it wasn't that hard of a spell but there were some places where I felt like I was rather ignorant about what was going on. It was a strange spell by all means. Even when Nurina lifted my 'Silence' state, it took her time.

     This made me go into an alarmed state about what kind of power that woman Alfe used and where I could actually link her to the name Fyr by the help of the System.

     Alfe Fyr is the Master of Nurina which means she is my Grandmaster. I wasn't sure if I should feel honored or terrified.

     Who is Alfe Fyr you ask? Well, I will gladly answer you.

     First and foremost, she is the daughter of Divayth Fyr, the oldest and the most honorable member of the Great House Telvanni, one of the five greatest houses in Morrowind, the country next door to the east. Alfe Fyr was an NPC in 'The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind' and I heard that she appeared in the 'Elder Scrolls Legends' too.

     Now let's talk about Divayth Fyr.

     He is an absurd being! I called him a 'Being' because the word 'Mortal' is not a fitting word to call a 4000 years old sorcerer. More to that, he was a part of the 'Psijic Order' but he left it because he didn't agree with their teachings. He met the 'Vistage' and the 'Nerevarine', two Hero Senpais of mine that sadly will never notice me.

     Now back to Grandmaster Alfe Fyr.

     Alfe is the eldest daughter of Divayth Fyr. She has three sisters who are Beyte, Delte, and Uupse Fyr.

     Technically, their names are Alpha, Beta, Delta and Epsilon from the Greek Alphabet and you may ask where is the Gamma which should be between Beta and Delta? Well, the answer may be because Gamma was a failed experiment.

     Yes, I said experiment. Why did I say experiment? Well, I am glad you asked because here is the part that will make people get a bit sick.

     The four Fyr sisters are rather weird because as Divayth Fyr himself stated, they are his clones.

     To make it easier to understand, Divayth Fyr successfully cloned himself four times and each time the changed the gender of the clone to make them the female versions of himself.

     I am not sure how to feel about that but I think with Divayth Fyr and his gender-bent clones plus the feminist giants and all the weird people other than them in this world will make it easier for the LGBT community to spread their influence around here… not under my nose though. My motto is 'No vegans, LGBT, and dubbed anime watchers' in my turf.

     Jokes aside, one of the weirder things about Divayth Fyr and his daughters that despite calling them his daughters, he also call them his 'wives'. Not sure what is the reason for that but if you are thinking of I am thinking, then someone has actually found a way to make it the phrase 'Go Fuck Yourself' achievable in real life.

     Anyway, I was not in the right mood to stand here and do nothing, I immediately contacted the Augur and asked him for some help on how to trace a teleportation spell. Also, I had to ride back to Winterhold in less than an hour. I had to conjure a Flame Atronach Hawk and use all the speed spell I have to make it go as fast as possible to Winterhold. A dangerous but effective method.

     Once I arrived, I only needed to drag out an experimental weapon Wulf and I worked on. It was a defect project but It could deal a strong amount of damage. The design was a massive piece of armor made from Orichalcum connected to a power source which was three Black Soul Gems, the weapon that it carried was a magic cannon like the ones on the ship.

     The Augur then arrived at an answer on how to trace a teleportation spell by reading the natural law of the space around the teleportation area which means I had to return to the same spot where Alfe Fyr teleported away to heaven knows where.

     Returning back wasn't a simple task. With the weight of the armor, I had to use a cart and transport it using Flame Atronach Horses… and by the way, Wulf and Jull have barely arrived at Winterhold when I was leaving back to the location once again.

     I had to give a brief summary and apologized to Jull who insisted on following me.

     Anyway, after I arrived, things got rather weird. It was a cumbersome task to read the Natural Law of the Space around the area. The Augur made it sound like an easy task but it was rather so freaking hard.

     Once I made the first contact of the Space Magicka in the location, I felt that it was one long-distance teleportation that I don't know where it ended.

     The Augur told me not to do it but I had no choice.

     Some may argue that Nurina may be in no danger or whatever but those who are aware with Dark Elven nobles should know how ruthless they are. Kidnapping people was actually something they did openly so I had to risk it for Nurina.

     I may not know where will I end up teleporting to but it won't be that far, right? Maybe a dungeon near Windhelm at the very most. I myself can't teleport more than a hundred meters with all my Magicka.

     The Augur suggested to used some Grand Soul Gems instead of my Magicka which was rather wasteful so I brought ten filled grand soul gems with me.

     After I constructed the teleportation runes, I aligned the Soul Gems around it and let the spell be cast.

     But for some reason, I ended up in Morrowind… in Tel Fyr to be exact, home of Divayth Fyr, the oldest known living person in the world.

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      A trip to Morrowind was certainly unexpected. Jon was greatly taken aback but he didn't let the surprise ruin his sense of adventure.

     How usual was it for someone to blink their eyes and in the next second they find themselves halfway across the continent? Even though it was mysterious and all, he still insisted to see the outside of Tel Fyr.

     "This is the Hall of Fyr, and down there is the Onyx Hall. You can only access here through the 'Levitation' spell but I guess teleportation can be counted as ab access." Alfe explained the whole place in a few words with annoyance.

     "Oh! So this is in the Hall of Fyr. How amazing! But to think one of the legendary Fyr sisters is my Grandmaster. I am not sure what is more amazing around here." The sparkling in Jon's eyes was increasing by every realization he comes across.

     "Nurina, you disciple is glowing."

     "Yes, he is always like that when there is a new thing to discover."

     "How could a gloomy kid like you bring up a glowing kid like him?"

     "It depends on the teacher, someone like you wouldn't understand." Nurina replied coldly at Alfe who snorted in disdain.

     "Can I see the place?" Jon asked.

     "Don't climb any higher level than this, beyond this room is Lord Divayth's personal area." Alfe gave Jon a warning before he gets out.

     "Wait! Great Grandmaster Divayth Fyr is here?"

     "Yes, he gave me some candy." Nurina replied with a smile.

     "I told you it is a hundred years old thing."

     While the two Dark Elves started arguing, Jon wandered off to see the rest of the place.

     "So, what do you think?"

     "He is a brat with a good talent indeed. His path in magic may be smooth because his innate Hero ability but he has more to that as you said."

     "Fufu! I am glad you noticed, I raised him to…"

     "Shut up, dear. I am talking about the formation on the armor he came with."

     "Formation?"

     "Didn't you know? He made a runic circle using a magical conductive material. I didn't know where he got the idea from but it is something that is a secret technique between the magic craftsmen."

     "You are talking about these wires coming out from that armor?"

     "Yes, it is not bad but he didn't put any effort to protect them."

     "Maybe because the product wasn't complete yet."

     Nurina started explaining the situation of Jon's inventions and the weird creativities he comes up with. She also explained the situation about Winterhold and how Jon became the king of the turf.

     "For a Hero, he is acting more like a scoundrel. Even though he is doing some good deeds here and there." Nurina said, "Was the other Heroes like that?"

     "Not sure, they all had the same pattern of the Hero thing but it is not really or field of interest, go ask some historian."

     Nurina nodded and started thinking for a while.

     "What about the Heroes other than the Nerevarine and the Hero of Kavach? How did they end up?"

     "Interesting question! Let's see… Many Heroes had an unknown fate as they all disappeared as if Nirn itself swallowed them, the Vistage, Cyrus the Redguard, The Eternal Champion, The Apprentice of Battlespire, The Master Tunnel Rat, The Hero of Dawnstar and the Soul of Conflict. These were the one that got confirmed as Heroes who passed through the nine stages and finished their labors."

     [A/N: All Heroes are from the Elder Scroll game series.]

     "That many? But… isn't there anything that states how these people lived after their labors?"

     "Not a single thing I am afraid. Not even a single person came and claimed to be the descendant of any of those."

     "If I were you, I wouldn't keep this to myself. Make the kid understand what kind of a situation he is in."

     Nurina fell silent but nodded in the end.

     ***

     Later on, Jon returned to Nurina and Alfe accompanied by two Dark Elven women. They both looked like Alfe.

     "So, we have fourth generation disciple, haven't seen one in years." One of them spoke directly to Nurina.

     "Uupse, did Jon cause any trouble?"

     "No, he is as polite as a little child." The other woman spoke while holding Jon's arms.

     Jon himself looked a bit awkward.

     "So, have you seen the place?"

     "Yes, it is impressive beyond belief. The fungi growing everywhere and the Dunmeri style is sure amazing!"

     "Good, I am glad you got along with Uupse and Beyte too." Nurina made a relieved face.

     "Well, he rather asked about something strange." Beyte spoke.

     "The Corprusarium." Uupse said.

     Alfe and Nurina looked at Jon with wide eyes.

     "How did you hear about that?" Nurina asked.

     "Are you kidding me? Those who know about Tel Fyr must know three things; Lord Fyr, the four daughters of Lord Fyr, and The Corprusarium."

     The Corprusarium is an underground series of caverns found beneath Tel Fyr. This was where citizens affected by Corprus can go to live with other similarly affected people to get treated by Divayth Fyr back in 3E-426. It also served as Divayth Fyr's playground.

     Any 4000 years old person [A/N: needs verification if one was found] will soon develop a hobby to pass their time with, Divayth Fyr was a collector and he loved sport, back then the Corprusarium was a dungeon where he hid some of his treasures, he then invited thieves from any place to come and plunder his dungeon… if they could of course. As one can expect, the Corprusarium was filled deadly traps on the standards of a 4000 years old mage and no need to mention the ones afflicted with the corprus who were pretty much like those biohazardous zombies.

     Jon showed off his otherworldly knowledge that made the others shake their heads while sighing.

     "I thought that place will forever be forgotten!" Beyte Fyr said.

     "Forgotten? Why? What happened to the place?" Jon asked.

     "After the events that followed the Corprus disease, the place was cleansed to continue and serve as Lord Fyr's dungeon. Not a few years passed and the red year arrived. We had to clear the dungeon from the traps ourselves to provide the place for the refugees that sought shelter on the island as it was protected by our magic. After that, Lord Fyr tried to open the dungeon again but Morrowind was pretty much recovering from the disaster of Vvardenfell's eruption. Not long later, the Argonians invaded Morrowind and House Telvanni almost got annihilated but most of the Mage Lords managed to survive. Tel Fyr was normally not affected by most of these events but from year to year, people forgot who is the lord of the place and some scum tried to take hold of the place. No need to mention what happened to them."

     "Oh! I see…"

     It indeed was a mess for House Telvanni during the last two hundred years. It faced utter destruction and Jon was very well aware of the stories, he even knew something much better. The last living heir of house Telvanni lives and he is in Skyrim but Jon had no interest in helping the Telvanni or that last heir. More to that, the Telvanni Mage Lords are still alive and that includes Divayth Fyr and Neloth who are both long living monsters.

     Jon started talking with the Fyr sister and showed them a lot of respect as one of them was his Grandmaster and the others were people on par with her.

     "So, I have a question." He looked at Alfe and she nodded.

     "Back when you ambushed us, you used a 'Silence' spell to prevent me from using the Thu'um. Question is; how on Nirn can the connection between the Astral Form and the Physical Form be severed to this extent without killing me?"

     Alfe nodded.

     "Good question… I am surprised that you noticed. Well, the answer is simple and quite boring. From the beginning, I knew which positions should I strike to cut the link that transfers the Vital Essence in and out of your Astral Body."

     Jon was surprised by the daring answer.

     "Is Grandmaster trying to say that you have studied these positions that connect the Physical and the Astral Bodies in the living mortals?"

     "Yes, they were an interesting subject. Did you try to study them?"

     "Yes, I tried hard. Up until now, I only found ten of them and only four are related to the Magic Energy, while the rest were related to the Life Energy and some other form of energy I am not aware of."

     "Not bad but that's still too far from the actual number."

     Alfe waved her hand and a book flew out of one shelf and clashed at Jon's chest.

     "Study this."

     Jon held the book and opened the first page, it gave him that same feeling when Nurina gave Jon spell tomes for the first time.

     "What is that about?" Nurina asked Alfe.

     "It is a book that talks about a network of channels in the body through which Heaven and Earth Energies flows. Just like blood vessels, but for Energies instead of blood."

     Nurina nodded while learning new things herself. For a talented mage, she was never concerned with the training of her energy as it grew stronger with age and skill, unlike Jon who had fetish on training anything that can be trained.

     "Emm! These drawings…" Jon noticed something about the book and pointed it out.

     "What's with them?"

     "Aren't these the Acupuncture Points?"

     To Jon question, Alfe was taken aback.

     "... Only the Psijics of Artaeum call them that. How do you know about that?"

     Jon clearly saw similar drawings in his past life but he kept that to himself.

     "I read a medicine book once that had a similar drawing and called them by that name. Nothing much!"

     He managed to say that lie 'that wasn't completely a lie' as coolly as possible to not draw much attention.

     However, in his mind, a storm was raging around.

     Words like 'Spiritual Roots', 'Spirit Core', 'Spirit Vessels', 'Eight Extraordinary Channels', 'Twelve Principal Channels', the 'Acupoints' that connected them.

     'Damn! This book is a treasure in my hands. This is like putting two jet engines on a dragon.'

     His expressions were mixing between smiles and wonder and twitching from time to time.

     "Yes, he is as creepy as us." Uupse Fyr said and giggled over the fact.

     Unlike Alfe, who was mostly cold and not caring, Uupse was kind and easy going. Beyte, however, seemed to be cunning and crafty.

     "Say, Jon. Would you like to go into the Corprusarium and try your luck?" Beyte suggested in a low tone.

     "Huh?" Everyone in the room was taken aback.

     "Can I?" Jon asked and almost jumped up.

     "No, it is dangerous!" Nurina stood up.

     "Don't worry, last time anyone had been there was a long time ago. Even Lord Fyr isn't expecting any challengers at all. You may take out something good while gaining a chance to pique the interest of Lord Fyr himself. He would be delighted if he finds out about the talent of his latest fourth generation."

     "No, I don't appro…" Nurina was about to break into a tantrum but she soon heard a voice in her head.

     "Remember what we talked about earlier? You are protecting him way too much." That was Alfe's voice in her head.

     "You don't need to worry! You can have this scroll. If you ever face something you can't handle, the scroll will teleport you out to the Onyx Hall." Beyte took out a scroll.

     "It's just a small challenge, kid? Want to show us what you are made of?" Alfe challenged Jon.

     "Well, if it was put that way… then I am in!"

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      Before I go into the dungeon, I asked the Grandmaster Alfe about the place and its layout. I wasn't told much but it seems the place wasn't being maintained anyway.

     When I asked about the Corprus victims that were quarantined in the Corprusarium, I learned that those who were impossible to be cured were all put to a merciful death.

     Still, the one thing I was interested in the most was a certain man called Yagrum Bagarn, one of the inmates in the Corprusarium that appeared in the 'Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind'.

     Why did I ask about that person in particular?

     Well, here where things get interesting… Yagrum Bagarn is the last known living Dwemer. He was a good friend of Divayth Fyr and a very powerful and ancient mage who oversees the Corprusarium. He was sick and his body got bloated from the effects of Corprus disease so he could only move around with the help of a modified Centurion Spider's lower half.

     He wasn't only the last known dwarf, he is also the author of a famous book called 'Tamrielic Lore' and before the disappearance of the dwarves, Bagarn was a Master Crafter in the service of the chief Tonal Architect, Lord Kagrenac, the one that is most likely to be the main responsible for the disappearance of his own race.

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     The reason why Yagrum Bagarn survived the fate of the dwarves was that he was on a trip to an outer realm from Nirn when the accident happened and when he returned, he was all alone.

     This is one of the most heartbreaking stories as for when he returned and started looking for his people, he only got the Corprus instead and lived in a prison-like body as he stated.

     When I asked the Fyr sisters about him, I was received with surprised faces as it seemed that the matter about him was kept a bit of a private matter in this household but I learned later on that Lord Divayth Fyr had taken Yagrum Bagarn to an outer realm for the sake of healing and researching the disappearance of the dwarves. Lord Fyr didn't say anything about Yagrum to his daughters as he seemed to be a person who values the privacy of his friends.

     [A/N: Or rather, as an author of a fanfiction, I don't want to delve into some parts of the lore that I can't really research or explain. I hope the running and coming game series give us some proper answers in the future.]

     As I took my safety measures, I readied myself to enter the Corprusarium. The entrance was just like how it was before in 'Morrowind' the game, just in deepest part of the Onyx Hall.

     Beyte unsealed the door for me and Uupse went to inform Lord Fyr that the dungeon was being challenged by a fourth generation disciple, she was sure he would be pleased and watch from his place. It was his hobby to watch people challenge his dungeon after all.

     I, on the other hand, got a bit nervous after learning that he would be watching. I had to do my bestest under his watchful eyes. But as 'Catatuskr', I had a lot of pride in my skills as a thief. I know some people in Riften who will haunt me if I showed a mediocre performance.

     With all that in mind, I took a strong breath and passed through the door.

     ***

     The Corprusarium. A massive series of caverns under Tel Fyr. The place was dark and was very damp. It seems some parts of the caves have been heavily damaged due to the events of the Red Year around two hundred years ago but it was all still in a good shape. Jon can go all out if he met any enemy without worrying about the structure above.

     The first thing that came to view was the large cave tunnel that had a crazy number of roots coming from above, Jon just took a few steps in and one of these roots suddenly attacked him.

     Calmly, Jon shaped his hand as a blade and used a weaker version of 'Thunder Cookie' to retaliate at the rude root.

     Turned out it was not a root, but some sort of snake that liked to blend in with the roots to catch skeevers and rats. Jon examined the rude snake and judged it is some sort of a creature that is native to Morrowind which he didn't know much about as its scales felt like it was made of bone.

     "The world is big!"

     Jon threw the dead snake with no interest and spread his detection magic through every dangling root or anything that may be of threat. Sure enough, that wasn't the only snake and it seemed to be that there is quite a lot of company here.

     Jon only needed to point his hand forward and shoot a series of Lightning Strikes which were being cast as fast as some machine gun shots. Soon after, some of the small pests around were burst into a nasty goo by the lightning and the others realized Jon as a threat that can't be dealt with and escaped right away.

     Jon was acting as cool and dignified as possible in case he was being watched by some magical mean or anything.

     After he advanced forward while being wary of every step and every shadow, Jon felt some weird movements from the ground around him and halted his steps. He was still standing on his place on his toes when a strange hand came from the ground and tried to catch him.

     Jon nimbly jumped back and unleashed green Madness Aura to force the creature out.

     Strange enough, the creature wasn't affected by Jon's aura and moved in its own pace until it stood on the ground ahead of Jon.

     "An Ash Spawn? What is one of those doing here?"

     Jon recognized the creature right away as it was not from 'Morrowind' (the game) but it was rather from 'Skyrim' (the game) which he was rather more familiar with. It was introduced in the DLC expansion 'Dragonborn' as humanoid creatures that looked like as if been made from earth or rather ash, it also had red eyes and veins all over its body. This was rather a unique ash creature as it appeared after the eruption of the red mountain Vvardenfell and was only seen in Solstheim.

     Jon got confused for a second because there was no news about it being in Morrowind but he decided to go with the 'kill now ask later' strategy.

     The Ash Spawn was a flame-based creature so it used it to attack and had immunity to it so Jon was still mainly using Lightning attacks. The creature was tough and resilient as it may contain minerals in its body so taking in down was a headache with normal means. Jon used lightning attacks to disintegrate the joints of its body and ban it from moving or attacking with magic.

     Soon after, he finished clearing the place after killing a few of the Ash Spawns.

     He kept looking around the area and realized that there were strange stones hidden in the walls and the floor. He carefully dug out one and was immediately understood what is going on.

     "Heart Stones? So that is the reason!"

     The Heart Stones are a mineral only found in Solstheim too. It carried some similar features to the Ash Spawns like having the same origin which was the Red Mountain and the same looks as it was a stone with a hint of red glow all over it.

     "So this is another one of Lord Fyr's trap. I see! He brought Heart Stones from Solstheim and planted them here and provided ash from the surroundings to create Ash Spawns… How cunning! If someone other than me who stupidly charged at the Ash Spawns with their resilient bodies or used Flame Magic at them, it wouldn't have ended well for them."

     There were indeed a lot of traps in the area but it was easy to go past them if the person was on high alert, knowledgeable and resourceful.

     I cleared another Ash Spawn trap, then decided to use the spell that I later learned, the 'Levitation' spell.

     The reason why I didn't want to learn that spell was that how slow it is and it was actually very banned around the Empire. The Imperial Legion considered it a very dangerous spell as it was not that hard to master. A nation like Morrowind gained its independence from the Empire by creating a legion of flying soldiers and obliterated the Imperial Legion, for that reason a low like the 'Levitation Act' was made as humans themselves weren't that great at using Levitation magic.

     I also didn't want anyone to learn that I use that spell even though I can use the 'Flame Atronach Hawk' spell. I know some people who might try to make problems for me if they know I can use it so I kept it for later.

     Anyway, I have decided to learn it recently and this is my first time to use it in action. It consumed a lot of Magicka for sure but I wasn't disadvantaged at all.

     I rose up in the air to avoid all the traps on the ground and eliminate traps without effort.

     I found a some annoying Ash Hoppers and Suicidal Spiders that exploded at death making toxic gases.

     The place was rather more annoying than dangerous but I soon found a real monster to fight. In an area filled with moss and water, a scary reptilian creature jumped out of nowhere and opened wide its massive mouse to swallow me. I instantly teleported away while keeping myself in the air.

     After talking a better look at the thing that attacked me, I felt a sudden headache a soon as I confirmed its identity.

     It is a Kagouti.

     What is a Kagouti?

     Well… it's an ugly bipedal reptilian with no forelimbs. It is just two strong legs, a torso, and one scary head with two long tusks coming from it.

     [A/N: a Kagouti https://ibb.co/GRT9XLd ]

     It is a fierce creature with high hostility and unending hunger.

     I can just teleport away but I found a wooden box stuck to the wall on the other side of the area. It seemed I at least found something but I have to defeat its guardian.

     "Sigh! Very well… come at me, bro!"

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     171 A Small Challenge Gone Big!

      [Nurina's POV]

     We were waiting for Jon outside the entrance of the Corprusarium. He went in there an hour ago and it seemed that there is no problem so far.

     I don't know how exactly did he find out about the Corprusarium and all this knowledge about the Magecrafter Yagrum Bagarn but it clearly had to do with his past life thing.

     To tell the truth, I wouldn't have believed it even if Jon tried to prove it before, but to think it was all true and his soul lived once in a faraway realm. From what he mentioned, that world is knowledgeable about ours and they view the chronicles of the Nerevarine and the other heroes as tales of legends. And so, by using those memories of a past life, he had a great advantage in many things.

     Maybe it is the case with all the Heroes, they get this push from the world to be the best versions of themselves relying on whatever the world can provide.

     Still, Jon is a boy. He even died at a young age in his past life. He still isn't mature enough and makes me worry all the time.

     "Stop sighing already, being a mother is this boring?"

     Alfe was as indifferent as ever towards my worry about the boy. It gets on my nerve but I don't blame her. Being the first born clone to an ancient mage is tough and she had to face it all alone at first unlike the sisters that came after her. This was part of the reason she is not so open to people.

     She, who is my master, is a very stern and strict teacher. She is also known to be the smartest and the strongest of the sisters as she was the one to receive the education personally from Grandmaster Fyr. Even though we hated each other at first, I chose to be her student to prove myself against her.

     Beyte, on the other hand, was the second sister and she knew her ways around Lord Fyr. She learned from Alfe's mistakes and didn't annoy the grandmaster or argue with him. She can cook and sing and do anything that makes Lord Fyr pleased.

     Just like Beyte, Delte was a great help to Grandmaster Fyr. Delte is the third daughter and she is absent at the moment. Haven't seen her in forty years but I am sure she is just the same. The kind and efficient person who solve all the problems and keep everything running.

     The youngest and the fourth sister is Uupse, the one I can get along with the most and the one who saved my life when I was a child. She is a person with a big heart and takes care of all who are around her.

     I was talking with the three present sisters who are my elders in a sort and was offered some Sujamma to calm down my nerves, the Corprusarium is my least favorite place in this house for many good reasons and I never wanted Jon to be down there… but who am I kidding? This kid is going to slay dragons or whatever, right?

     "It has been years since we sat and had a talk like that." Uupse was the one who is enjoying the reunion from the heart, Alfe only joined for the drinks and Beyte is curious about Jon.

     "So, how is our young Hero doing?" Beyte asked.

     "Go upstairs and ask Lord Fyr if you want, he almost fainted from happiness when he heard there is a new challenger and was about to add a few more special traps… barely stopped him." Uupse said something that made me go pale for a second.

     "Well, this is my first time having a fourth generation disciple from my line, I wouldn't want the boy to die that quickly." Alfe said.

     "Tsk, how poisonous can you be, old hag?" I said and was about to clash head to head with her.

     "Now now! Let's enjoy this and wait for Delte, and also we can hear about Jon, I want to ask some questions too." Beyte stopped said to keep me and Alfe from fighting.

     I took the chance to show off how awesome Jon is, I also included Alina to show off how talented the kids I bring up can be. I am the only third generation disciple from the line of Divayth Fyr's daughters so having two talented fourth generation like Jon and Alina was something I can brag about day long.

     "Speaking of which, aren't there other fourth generations other than Jon and Alina?" I asked about something that came to my mind.

     "Yes, there is. Dreyla Indavel has established a magic school in High Rock and had some apprentices who are masters since long time ago. There should be fourth and even fifth generations by now." Uupse said.

     Dreyla Indavel is one of the greatest mages in the world and a known figure in the mage societies. She is Lord Fyr's brightest disciple and she is a really old Arch-Wizard.

     [A/N: from ESO]

     "Delte wanted to take an apprentice once but she couldn't stand how dumb people can be and gave up too early."

     "Oh! Speaking of the devil." As Alfe said that, the space around us distorted and another Dunmer female appeared in the room.

     "You three lazy bums, didn't I say I would need a hot tub as soon as I teleport in… Eh! Nurina?"

     Delte, who just teleported in the Onyx Hall, started cursing around. She seemed to be covered in some sort of a sticky substance.

     "Long time, Delte." I said.

     Delte and I are always on the same page, and right away I conjured a hot water tub for her.

     "Ah! Always the efficient one. I always knew you would be a great mother one day." Delte praised me like she always did.

     "Tsk! You are the one who ruined her with all these motherly legends you tell her." And Alfe was not happy about it as always.

     The story about me and Delte is a bit interesting when it comes to our relationship. Ever since my birth mother passed away during the events of the Red Year, Delte took the role of being a motherly figure to me as she herself was curious about the role and always wanted to know more about being and having a mother.

     Alfe was mostly displeased about it because the mother and daughter play Delte and I were in and she always claimed that Delte was hindering my studies.

     To conclude it, my relationship with the Fyr sisters is unique. Alfe was my childhood bully and later my master, Beyte was the person I learned womanly things from, Delte was the motherly figure, and Uupse was the first person I had a crush on.

     Later on, I learned that Lord Fyr let me live in his tower and be the responsibility of the four daughters for the sake of making them come together and share a common interest. It was an experimental idea in the end and I was a bit offended at first but I owed them a lot so I didn't really try to think about it in the end.

     Delte joined the meeting and Uupse started telling her about what happened until the part when Jon entered the dungeon.

     "HE DID WHAT?" Delte freaked out all of a sudden.

     "... Wait, what's wrong?"

     "He can't be in the dungeon… Not now, the place, it is not safe!" Delte said in a tone that made me worried.

     "It's okay, the kid can handle it anyway." Beyte tried to assure her.

     "... No, you don't understand. There is something in the dungeon, I found it a few days ago and was planning to clear it by the night."

     Delte was a bit panicked when she tried to explain it. It seemed that some Alits and Kagoutis has found a way into the dungeon by the old cave on the Azura coast and colonized a swampy part of it.

     "It is not a problem for Jon you know, let alone an Alit, a Kagouti will be a good challenge." I said as I didn't think it would be much of a challenge.

     "I am not talking about a normal Kagouti here, there is an Alpha Bull Kagouti, and it is the mating season."

     ***

     [Jon's POV]

     I was acting as cool as possible while facing the Kagouti that appeared from the small swamp in the dungeon.

     I decided to use Flame Magic against the bloody thing, I used my Fire Magic skillfully the way Jonrad had taught me and showed the ugly dinosaur who is boss.

     Still, it was too resilient. No matter how many burns the creature suffered, it was still agile and started roaring around as if it didn't receive any hit.

     "Alexa? Is this thing going to last forever?"

     "Okay."

     I cast 'Scan' and the System started analyzing the data on its own.

     "How is it?"

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     Race: Kagouti

     Estimated States:-

     Level: 28

     HP: 64/416

     SP: 21/264

     MP: 36/36

     Weakness: Lightning

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     Oh! Seems good!

     'It seemed to be vulnerable to Lightning. Fine, that's my strong point.'

     I looked around and evoked 'Sparks', the channeling spell of beginners and aimed at the water of the swamp the Kagouti was standing in, I didn't forget to float above the water of course.

     Lightning and water is the worst combination for many reasons and as soon as the spell struck, the Kagouti started shivering and its HP stating going down.

     "Haha! Look at that, you should know who is boss now."

     I increased the output of my spell and the Kagouti was already at its limit when something very very unpleasant happened.

     Roars, similar to that of the Kagouti ahead of me, sounded from around the place. The small swamp started moving and a lot of silhouettes appeared.

     "These are… Fuck me!"

     Of course, a lot of Kagoutis appeared from all around the place. Even the tunnels surrounding the area stated showing some similar reactions on my 'Scan'.

     "Where the fuck did all of those come from?"

     I was a bit taken aback but I was making preparation for a big spell this time. Still, a presence among the Kagoutis made me feel a bit threatened.

     I looked around and focused my vision on the place tunnel it was coming from and…

     "... Fuck you, guys! This is not legal! Against the rules... No one said anything about a bloody T-Rex."

     *ROOAOAOAOAAAR!*

     "Fuck you! I am out of here!"

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     172 Jon vs The Kardashians! cuz why not?

      "This is against the rules... No one said anything about a bloody T-Rex."

     *ROOAOAOAOAAAR!*

     I just saw a very unpleasant thing, apart from the tens of the Kagoutis that appeared after I recklessly electrocuted the water, a very big Kagouti with red scales and glowing eyes came from one tunnel and roared at me.

     The large kagouti was almost five meters big which is two times larger than the average kagouti, one can compare it to a T-Rex because of the size if its mean looking head and its sharp fangs and big tusks.

     "Alexa! What is that?"

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     Race: Bull Kagouti

     Estimated States:-

     Level: 50

     HP: 880

     SP: 632

     MP: 40

     Weakness: Lightning

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     "Fuck you! I am out of here!"

     The best option right now is to run.

     I turned around and just like that… I started running with my all.

     What about the chest in the wall you ask? Well… I think my life is more important right now.

     Even though I was surrounded, it was easy to break free with my speed.

     The idea of facing all that number myself is not that appealing at the moment.

     I picked a tunnel that seemed to be empty and started running… of course, my new kagouti friends wouldn't want to part from me too soon and started giving a chase.

     *KWAAAR*

     *ROAR*

     *FAAAA*

     The damn things made all kinds of noise when they ran, the scariest thing was the Bull Kagouti that broke all the lines and started chasing me ahead of its pack vigorously.

     "Go away!"

     *ROAOAOAAR*

     "No, I am not food you dumb idiot!*

     *ROAAAAR*

     "I said not food dammit... Fine! Take this!"

     The Bull Kagouti was drooling and roaring while it was running and annoyed Oblivion out of me, the only way to retaliate to it is by laying traps. And what better trap than the 'Lightning Rune'?

     I started carpeting the way behind me with a lot of 'Lightning Rune' marks appeared with a glow behind me. Once the Bull Kagouti stepped on one of them, Lightning exploded from the rune with a strong sound… but it was still okay and not even scratched.

     "Damn! What is wrong with that thing?"

     I only had to run and spam runes everywhere from this point on. Luckily, the other Kagoutis weren't as resilient as the big one so they got affected by the magic.

     It wasn't much longer until I started running out of escape routes and really was considering using the scroll that teleports me out of the dungeon but I would be very ashamed if something like that happened.

     It was then when the System gave me a thin glimpse of hope…

     "Fuck yeah! Show me show me show me!"

     "... bad eyesight? A keen sense of hearing… I see…"

     With that in mind, I think I can already deal with whatever that is!

     ***

     Jon was running out options but it was time to get serious.

     "Alexa, play me some music!"Jon gave the order as he started casting 'Magestereo' orbs all over the place and it was all linked to the System.

     ♪Bitch Lasagna - Pewdiepie♪

     "Hell yeah! Let's jump into this!"

     The Magestereo orbs started playing the song as hard as it could and Jon observed the changes happening in the surroundings… sure enough, the Kagoutis started running into the walls.

     Jon laughed and cast 'Muffle' on himself then started going the other way but he suddenly saw two glowing red eyes glaring at him…

     "Eh, Alexa! That last thing you discovered, is it applied on the Bull Kagouti too?"

     "Fuck you!"

     *ROOAAAAR!*

     "NOT YOU… shit!"

     The Bull Kagouti seemed to have no problems with it eyesight, Jon realized the fact but the Bull Kagouti started attacking.

     *Swoosh* *Chomp*

     The Bull Kagouti attacked Jon with a swing of its large tusks and then tried to bite Jon who evaded skillfully.

     Jon managed to jump away and released his Aura and cast 'Energize' and 'Hasten' on himself, his speed reached its peak and the true clash between the Bull Kagouti and Jon began.

     Jon chose to widen the battle area to fight with ease but the tunnel he was in was filled with Kagoutis that were chasing the Stereo Orbs. Jon thought of something funny and manipulated the orbs towards the Bull Kagouti.

     The orbs wouldn't work against such a creature but when it was about to charge at Jon, what faced its charge was its kin. The other Kagoutis mindlessly charged at the Bull Kagouti and blocked its charge completely resulting a massive traffic jam in the tunnel.

     "Sorry, mate! Next time, don't bring your kids to a fight."

     Jon was in a good mood and kicked a Kagouti that was lying on the ground towards the Bull Kagouti that was standing up.

     With no mercy towards its kin, the Bull Kagouti received the flying kagouti with its head and bashed it away.

     "Bastard! That was Sally, your niece!"

     *ROOAAAAR!"

     "You evil bastard! Don't disown your family members that fast… Here, take those three. Kim, Khloe and Kourtney!"

     Jon kicked three more Kagoutis towards the Bull Kagouti.

     *ROAAR!*

     The Bull Kagouti was annoyed and roared then headbutted Khloe and Kourtney away then hit Kim with its tail back at Jon.

     "Damn, you are learning! But..."

     Jon was surprised when Kim was kicked back at him but he performed a 'Matrix Dodge' and Kim flew over him.

     "... Can you do this? Huh? I don't think so!"

     During the 'Matrix Dodge', the Bull Kagouti took the chance when Jon wasn't watching and charged at him.

     Jon realized it but it wasn't too late, he didn't even run to the side but charged head on and slid on the ground bypassing the Bull Kagouti by going from between its large legs.

     Jon who was sliding and the scene was moving in slow motion saw something above him that made him cringe hard to the point that he missed the time to jump away. Still, he managed to roll away and stood up trying to possess what he saw.

     "Damn! You are not a man you bastard? I thought you were the Alpha male of this pack!"

     *ROAR!*

     "Alexa! What is going on here?"

     Jon couldn't help but cringe.

     "This world needs to be burnt to hell before any feminist arrives… Sigh! Fine, from now on, I'll call you Caitlyn."

     Caitlyn didn't seem to be happy about the name and charged at Jon once again.

     ***

     "*Huff Huff* … How long has it been?" Jon said as he was huffing and facing Caitlyn who didn't look well either.

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     "Damn! This is thing is insane!"

     Jon was battling the Bull Kagouti for the past hour and twelve minutes and both started to get tired and bored.

     The system stated that the Kagouti were weak to Lightning Magic so Jon did his best to fight that thing with lightning but it still was a bit hard to penetrate all the thick scales of that creature.

     Jon checked the states of Caitlyn and it seemed that the damn thing was really having a hard time keeping up but the problem was its stamina regeneration that was really exceptional. Luckily, with time and a lot of effort, its stamina started to regenerate slower and slower.

     Jon checked his states too…

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     Name: Jon

     Race: Human (Nord)

     Estimated States:-

     Level: 35

     HP: 125/390

     SP: 112/310

     MP: 268/954

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     'That's it, huh? I still have some Magicka to spare! 'Flash Bang!''

     Jon set the next curse of action and cast a spell right in front of the Bull Kagouti, once it landed, a bright blinding light exploded with a strong and annoying sound wave.

     Jon has already covered his eyes and ears to avoid the spells annoying effect. Caitlyn, however, took all the damage and groaned with a roar.

     "Hehe! Sorry about that but this is the end."

     Jon used the chance to cast the final spell, it would take a bit of time but the spell was already powerful enough.

     "Now, go to hell… Oh shi…"

     Jon, who was about to achieve victory with his trump card spell, was astonished when he saw the Bull Kagouti pull itself out of the flash bang's effect and charge madly at him. It was a desperate attack as the Bull Kagouti seemed to have been really blinded by the 'Flash Bang'.

     Jon tried to cast his spell a bit faster but there was no way, he tried hard to do so but the Bull Kagouti was here first. Its sharp tusks were already piercing through the air targeting Jon's head.

     "Fuck!"

     The spell was interrupted and Jon had to block the Bull Kagouti with his body. He had no chance but to dismiss the spell and hold onto the two big tusks that were aiming at him.

     *ROAAR!*

     The Bull Kagouti realized it has hit something and is it vision became clearer, it saw Jon who was pushing against it with his body while holding its tusk.

     Jon's state was worsening as his interrupted spell's Magicka got backfired at him and he spat a mouthful of blood just like that…

     The Bull Kagouti took the chance to push with all its might but Jon was not that easy to be pushed even by a giant creature like itself. Jon's legs were stuck into the ground while it was trying to resist the Bull Kagouti that was giving all its weight in the push.

     *ROOAAR!*

     "No, you won't, Caitlyn."

     With its mouth free, Caitlyn started roaring at Jon who was right in front of its face. It had no forelimbs to attack Jon with which made Jon very thankful but he was being pushed back towards a dead end at an alarming rate.

     *ROAR!*

     "You mouth stinks dammit… huh?"

     Jon had a sudden enlightenment and looked right at Caitlyn.

     "Roar one more time, please."

     *ROOAAA…*

     "FUS RO DAH!"

     *Puchi*

     A massive flesh explosion happened in front of Jon and blood dyed the surrounding area.

     "Damn!" Jon couldn't believe what happened in front of him. The massive Kagouti got the 'Unrelenting Force' shout through its throat and a large part behind the neck area exploded and got separated the head from the body.

     Jon was just standing there and holding the mean looking big head from the tusks and really felt uncomfortable. He threw it away and sat on his butt.

     "This was… hard!"

     Jon didn't want to do anything anymore and just wanted to rest. From the very beginning, he didn't try to use the Thu'um looking at how destructive and cheaty it is. But in the end, he had to use it in a life or death situation.

     "Phew! I guess I should go back and…"

     *ROAR!*

     *KWAR!*

     "... or not!"

     Jon looked around him and saw two more Kagoutis.

     "... I suppose you must be Kylie and Kendall!"

     *ROAAR!*

     "Just give me a break! Dammit!"

     Jon jumped up and started looked around him for a place to run away. Unfortunately, it was a dead end and the only way out is through.

     Some more presences started appearing on Jon's scan and he caught a sudden headache, it seemed that there is no way but to leave the dungeon empty-handed.

     While he was looking around, he saw a wide enough pipe hole in the cave's wall.

     "Sigh! I guess there is only one option, let's jump into it!"

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     173 A Brief Res

      [AN: This is a lore chapter! And something I wrote because I was in a good mood! The reason I crammed it here was that I really missed the timing when I should have written all that and it is really related to the plot, also think of it as a filler chapter if you don't like lore stuff.]

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     It wasn't that easy to go through the pipe but I managed in the end… barely!

     Was it fun? No.

     I had to fight a feminist of a monster and run away through a bit like a skeever, nothing fun about that.

     I am even more depressed about not finding a treasure so far… I mean, half a day has passed already.

     Through the pipe, I couldn't directly see the end but I managed to tell from the echo that the exit was not far.

     The crawling continued and I took a small rests from time to time but I really hated tight places, I could barely breathe in such spaces especially after my body became larger… I don't hate it but I think my future as a thief got a bad blow after my body became this large.

     The largest build in the guild back then belonged to Brynjolf, but he was one of the top members due to his charismatic nature, connections and his way with words.

     Anyway, I barely could see the light at the other end of the pipe-way, I also heard some strange noises that I didn't really recognize.

     As I almost reached the end, I found it too tight to look around as it seemed that the pipe was broken and then blocked. The place that I could see the light from could barely pass someone with a small build, not a large goon like me.

     "Damn it all! I can't even turn around in this tight pla… oh!"

     I totally forgot that I can teleport… sorry!

     Still, I needed to see where my destination at least, if only I can mark the space like Nurina, it would have been much easier to teleport around.

     Marking and Detecting the Space are the next level techniques I haven't comprehended yet. All I could do now is to wait patiently and circulate my Inner Magicka to absorb the Outside Magicka faster.

     Marking and Detecting the Space are really some absurd techniques. Reality takes form in the Space but both the terms are a bit hard to feel in a material form. As one knows, this world has a lot of realms that got created in the Void by the breath of Kynareth during the trickery of Lorkhan.

     To understand the Space Law of the world, one must understand how this space was formed and how it came to 'be'. To a person who came from another world like me, I have a better understanding of the universe more than any 'ordinary' mortal. But to gain an enlightenment about this world's origin, one must delve deep into the lore and the religious texts that sadly got falsified through the ages by people with agendas like the Altmer who see Lorkhan as an evil demon while the human see him as the father god.

     First and foremost, I am not a believer in the being known as the Et'Ada as gods. The Et'Ada means the 'Original Spirits' that has a lot of power, they are the eldest of all races and the by far the strongest and the most mysterious. This belief is also the same belief that the Dwarves of old believe in as they saw the Et'Ada or the so-called Gods as rivals and didn't really worship anything. I also believe that a great person like Great Grandmaster Divayth Fyr also shares the same belief. He once has aided his friend, the living God 'Sotha Sil', in his fight against the Daedric Prince Nocturnal to defend Clockwork City, the realm of Sotha-Sil.

     So, to summarize it, I acknowledge the existence and the power of the race called the 'Original Spirits' or the Et'Ada but I don't see them as Gods. I know that they like to protect certain groups of mortals that seek gain of them depending on their wishes and moods and they also can gift powers and treasures as well as some strong buffs known as the 'Blessings' but I don't view it in a divine way.

     My view of God is something personal and I keep it to myself.

     Still, that doesn't mean I have any hate or discrimination against the Original Spirits, I don't have a lot of understanding about them but I know how benevolent and malevolent they can be. They are not to be trifled with at all costs but gaining their favor is not so bad.

     Why do I have to mention the Original Spirits when I was talking about space? Well, this is about the very existence of the world itself and as the creator of the world, they are part of it… or its part of them? I am not really sure which one is the part of the other but my bro The Augur once told me that there is a theory that these Original Spirits are all part of a one greater being scholars refers to as 'The World' which is the combined unity of the wills of all the Original Spirits which makes it the set of rules that manages the world. So it is safe to say that the whole thing is too damn complicated.

     So, until my Magicka pool is refilled, let's begin with how did it all start according to the only source we had, the Aldmeri texts which are known as the Events of the Dawn Era. (written by the damn High Elves who hate Lorkhan to the marrow).

     [AN: Dawn Era is the age of Gods, Merethic Era is the turning point of the age of Gods and mortals right before the whole race gather on Tamriel, The First, Second, Third and the current Fourth Eras are the age of Mortals]

     First, there was nothingness, only a chaotic state of non-existence, from which arose two different and similar beings. They are known as Anu and Padomay.

     Anu, also known as 'Anu the Everything' who personifies Order, Stasis and Light. Padomay, also known as 'PSJJJJ' who personifies Chaos and Change. [AN: PSJJJJ is purposefully unpronounceable]

     These two are counterparts, equal and opposite. Being opposite, they have clashed, and being equal, no one could win. After gaining no result of the pointless struggle, the two started to reflect and learn until the two gained an enlightenment created souls for themselves.

     The soul of Anu became 'Anui-El' the personification of the Everlasting Light and the Soul of Everything, while the soul of Padomay became 'Sithis' the personification of Nothingness and the Void. And Just like Anu and Padomay, Anui-El and Sithis are equal and opposite.

     One thing must be noted that these four lack any sort of personality and can't be considered Gods. They are just 'Wills' or 'Natural Forces' even though Sithis sometimes is called the Dread Father and has some cults that worship him like the 'Dark Brotherhood'.

     As two opposite souls, Anui-El and Sithis reached an understanding and created something called the 'Aurbis' which is a fancy word for the 'Universe' to set some rules. No one can tell if the universe they created was intended to be created but that's how things went onward.

     The Aurbis or the Universe was in a chaotic state of changing ever since it was created by Anui-El and Sithis. Being the soul of Chaos and Chang, Sithis was okay with it but Auri-El, who is the opposite of Sithis, was not.

     In order to reach Order and Statis, Anui-El created Auri-El, later known as Akatosh the Chief God and the Dragon God of Time. Auri-El implemented the 'Time' in the 'Aurbis' (Universe) and through that came forth a state of Order and other spirits started to appear, these were the ones known as the et'Ada or the Original Spirits. The Original Spirits, as well as their Eldest Brother Auri-El, decided to stay in this Universe and created some realms and mini-worlds for themselves to be their homes, these places were all summed up 'Aetherius' which is the representation of Heaven created by the benevolent et'Ada known as Aedra, and 'Oblivion' which is the representation of Hell created by the malevolent et'Ada known as the Daedric Princes.

     The one who became angry about this state of Order was 'Sithis' the counterpart of 'Anui-El' creator of 'Auri-El' who made this mess in Sithis's beloved chaotic 'Aurbis' (Universe). Something had to be done and Sithis created itself a soul just like 'Anui-El' and lo and behold, here comes the Big Boss Lorkhan.

     The intentions of creating Lorkhan were clear, undoing what Auri-El has done.

     Lorkhan was at this point, another Original Spirit but his only difference was to spread chaos in the orderly universe of Auri-El. Thus began Lorkhan's Plan.

     Now, here is my theory on what happened from the point where Lorkhan started doing Sithis's dirty work; It is not known what was in Lorkhan mind at this time but one can easily tell that the Original Spirits are more similar to Mortal rather than Forces like the Ancient Four Souls as the first thing they did after coming to being was to settle. If my theory here is correct then at the time Lorkhan approached the other Original Spirits, he liked the idea of existing and having some beings similar to himself. Just like a lonely kid who just came out of a dark room and found himself in a playground full of other kids, no matter what kind of a master plan or an agenda he had, it all will have to wait aside until he plays around with the other kids. Lorkhan also must have realized that he will cease to exist when his purpose is over. More to that, Lorkhan must have met Kynareth, the beautiful Goddess of Wind, one can easily tell what happened.

     Continuing my theory, Lorkhan was having an inner conflict in which he had to choose between sacrificing his new friends for the orders of Sithis, which he clearly couldn't go against, or defy Sithis which was impossible as there should have been a consequence.

     From this point onward, Lorkhan must have confessed to Kynareth about the situation he is in and asked her to help him in the daring plan he is about to do. It was clear that Kynareth joined forces with her beloved Lorkhan in order to find the hole in Sithis orders and execute a plan where Lorkhan and her, as well as all her et'Ada brothers and sisters all, survive.

     Now, here where my theory ends and we return back to the Myth of the Dawn Era.

     Lorkhan's plan was indeed cunning which could protect himself and the others from the influence of Sithis and at the same time is a getaway ticket.

     You see… the et'Ada weren't really that happy about the planes of existence they were assigned to in 'Aetherius' just like little kids who just got new toys ask for the bigger one, Lorkhan used this childish behavior against them and made a grand suggestion.

     'Why don't we all create a bigger plane of existence for all of us to have fun in and fill it with all of our creations and wonders?'

     It sounded like a peaceful and friendly family project to create something fun together which is much better than their dull old planes. The first to agree was Kynareth and even Auri-El, the eldest brother of the whole bunch, was very convinced that's a very great idea and the whole bunch agreed to call it 'Mundus' the Mortal Plane, a place out of Aetherius and Oblivion and also far from Sithis's and Anui-El's direct influence. It is to be noted that some et'Ada refused to take part in the new play and kept for themselves.

     The rest of the merry bunch departed from 'Aetherius' down through 'Oblivion' and reached its edges to the place where only void existed.

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     The rest of the merry et'Ada bunch departed from 'Aetherius' down through 'Oblivion' and reached its edges to the place where only void existed.

     From this point, and in order to create 'Mundus' the Mortal Plane, the et'Ada had to use their powers but there was one thing to be noted. The et'Ada were indeed the descendants of the Four Forces, they were opposite to Lorkhan but they all including Lorkhan were not infinite unlike the Four Forces which means in order to create something, they had to give up some of their powers which means some of themselves. Lorkhan knew about that from the start but he kept it for himself and probably only told Kynareth.

     And clearly, the first one to act was Kynareth. She as the Lady of Wind breathed into the void and laid the foundations to Mundus, after her came the rest of the et'Ada and they all put their power into Mundus and started creating, between them were Auri-El the Eldest et'Ada and Magnus the Architecture of Mundus.

     After creating Mundus and its center 'Planet Nirn', the et'Ada realized what has happened. Lorkhan's plan was to make a cage called Mundus to imprison them in and by it, he can both fulfill Sithis's wish and saves himself and the others but by doing so, it was clear that the et'Ada were going to lose their powers and fall from divinity.

     Some et'Ada who still had enough power managed to use it and followed the lead of the Architecture of Mundus, Magnus, and tore holes in the existence all the way through Oblivion up to Aetherius. This caused the Sun to appear from the place where Magnus used to escape and also caused the Stars to appear from the place where the other et'Ada used to escape. This faction of et'Ada came to be known as the [Magna Ge] which means the children of Magnus. These Sun and Stars are what links the Mortal World Mundus to the higher planes of Aetherius and from which Magicka flows into our world.

     During the process of creating Mundus, the et'Ada that disagreed with Lorkhan's plan and remained away watched the whole thing unfold. They had their own plans and created their personal planes too in 'Oblivion', these et'Ada later came to be known as the [Daedra] or the [Daedric Princes].

     After this point, some may think that there is one more group of et'Ada left but they are actually two, and that's how things got interesting due to the development of my theory.

     Now, as Magnus took most of the et'Ada away and escaped, some remained. Those who remained were the ones who couldn't depart Mundus due to how much power they used or due to their weak nature, and the other group is the remaining powerful gods who cared for their weakened brothers and probably refused to leave without them. The most noted remaining powerful et'Ada were Auri-El (aka Akatosh), Arkay, Dibella, Julianos, Mara, Stendarr, Zenithar, Kynareth.

     Lorkhan was considered a traitor in the eyes of those et'Ada and was to be punished, his punishment was decided in the Adamantine Tower that was built by Auri-El in Iliac Bay. I am still not sure about Kynareth's standing in this meeting though.

     By that time, most of the remaining weakened et'Ada lost their power and fell from divinity become the first ever mortal race known as the Ehlnofey.

     The Ehlnofey started taking sides between Lorkhan and the rest of the et'Ada. Due to that, a war started between Lorkhan and the other et'Ada led by Auri-El. During that time, the Ehlnofey of Auri-El became the Elves and the Ehlnofey of Lorkhan became the humans. The humans were greater in number and Lorkhan's forces pushed Auri-El and his Elves out of Tamriel.

     As Auri-El retreated out of Tamriel, he found other smaller continents like Atmora and Aldmeris to regroup with the other et'Ada and Elves and rebuild power. Also at that time, Auri-El pled Anu to return them back but Anu refused as it has already filled their places with new et'Ada which meant that they are now are all stranded on Mundus.

     Anui-El took pity on his firstborn Auri-El and decided to grant him two powerful artifacts, which are the famed Bow and the Shield of Auri-El, to save the early Elves from the hordes of Men under Lorkhan and thus the Elves started returning back to Tamriel seeking Lorkhan's life.

     The two powers clashed once again and Tamriel was devastated in the fight, time and space were torn apart and the et'Ada fought like no tomorrow. In the end, the strongest knight under Auri-El who was known as Trinimac, the warrior Elven god, killed Lorkhan in front of his army and tore his heart from its body.

     The intention was to destroy the Heart of Lorkhan which was his divine center and by doing so, it would mean that any kind of Lorkhan's aspects would cease to exist. But when Trinimac and Auri-El tried to destroy the Heart of Lorkhan, the heart itself laughed at them. It said, "This Heart is the heart of the world, for one was made to satisfy the other." which probably meant that the moment the heart gets shattered, Mundus itself will return to the void or some unwanted variant of an apocalypse may befall. Auri-El could only fasten the Heart of Lorkhan to an arrow and let it fly long into the sea, where no aspect of the new world may ever find it. Ironically, the heart that landed in the sea created a large volcano around itself and thus the volcanic island of Vvardenfell came to existence.

     It was said that a strange phenomenon happened that day when Lorkhan heart was torn, it was the day when the sky rained for the first time. This was later understood as the tears of the Sky Goddess Kynareth crying over Lorkhan's demise. With that, the early Atmorans recognized the due as Shor, the father of men that got killed by the tyranny of the Aldmer, and Kyne, the mother of men and the warrior widow of Shor.

     As the war was over, it was the time of Men to retreat from Tamriel. Some went to Atmora and some went to Yokuda while it is rumored that some stayed under the rule of Elves but those who departed were never heard of again until a long time later.

     What followed after was the retreating of all the remaining eight et'Ada and the forming of their own plane in the space of Mundus around Nirn thus becoming the planets that can be seen in the night sky and got worshipped as the current day [Aedra].

     Lorkhan's body and divinity also did the same thus becoming the two moons around Nirn known as Masser and Secunda. This was part of his punishment as he was to watch his beloved Nirn from banishment with very little ability to have a say in anything. He is not a [Daedra] or a [Magna Ge] but he was close to the [Aedra] yet he was not one of them, he is a unique existence on his own.

     [AN: Note that Aedra is an Elven word means 'Ancestors' and its opposite is Daedra which means 'Not Ancestors' as they are not a part of the creation of Mundus.]

     Finally, the world gets stabilized and magic mortals start to come in touch with Magic. Thus marking the end of the Dawn Era, the Age of Gods and the Time of Creation.

     This is how the world came to be and how the laws of existence were put, including the Space that I was trying to comprehend by going through that story.

     {And you have done a job well done though! Congratulations!}

     "Oh! Thank you, Mr. peeping Tom."

     {Me? A peeping Tom?}

     "Don't fret over it. You have been called worse."

     {Hm... Can't argue with that.}

     "... So, what brings a shady person like you out of all times?"

     {Well… it looked like you could use a hand, and your thoughts were a bit loud.}

     "Sorry for waking you up, princess. Is that all?"

     {Fufu! I think if I were you, I would pick the Cube.}

     Shadow said and disappeared.

     This annoying fellow is still hanging around for some reason. Seems like he has more freedom than what I already thought of.

     I mean, wasn't my Mind Realm enough already?

     Sigh! There is no point thinking about it now. I have much more important matters to attend to.

     I had to check my status once again and managed to heal some wounds then I was good to go.

     "Okay, let's try that new trick."

     I spread my detection as far as I could and managed to get some sense of the area around me. The place above and beneath me felt like some sort of mazes but I finally started to understand what I should do.

     My detection retreated to the point around my skin then once again started to expand very slowly.

     It was not just slow, it was difficult to control and highly consumed Magicka. My brain was about to get fried from the amount of the information I started receiving.

     The difference between my regular detection technique and this newly developed one is cast. The regular one was fast and efficient, I could reach hundreds of meters with it without having to worry about overloading my brain with information as it was really simple, it was like seeing a ghost of the person behind the wall. But this newly developed technique is totally different, it doesn't just let me tell what is behind the wall, it made me see it.

     Like literally see it!

     This is the famed forbidden technique 'The Third Eye' or 'Eye of the Mind'.

     It can make me see through anything without aiming my vision anywhere. I am currently closing my two eyes but I am receiving a much better vision as if I can see everything around me all at once and in Full HD too. This technique was forbidden because most of those who forcefully used it without training went blind.

     My current goal was to escape this pipe and I finally managed to see beyond it. This is a true form of vision that can let me use the spell 'Teleport' without having to have an eye contact with the target location.

     I was finally able to see through Space… How wondrous!

     With a whim, I was teleported to the place beneath the pipe I was in. Strangely, it was like a well-lit place.

     "This is… a Dwemer Ruin?"

     This was beyond what I expected. I mean, I already have seen part of the place but I never expected it would be a Dwemer Ruin.

     "What the hell does a Dwemer Ruin doing under Tel Fyr?"

     This is a strange place for a Dwemer Ruin to be! It is true that the Dwarves liked to build their cities in mountains and undergrounds but not exactly under an island. But I guess that Great Grandmaster has already claimed this area as part of his dungeon.

     Still, this is officially my first time in a Dwemer Ruin, which is a hundred times more amazing than what I expected.

     The first thing I checked was the walls, the ground and the surrounding area.

     "As expected! The reputation of the Dwemer stones is beyond the understanding of us normal people."

     The technique that the stones were carved with and put together to build this wondrous underground place was beyond any technology this world can offer. Even in my past life, such fine well-cut stones with this strength were crazy rare, and for it to be preserved after thousands of years from the disappearance of the Dwarves without maintenance is still mind-blowing.

     Put the stones aside, the Dwarven metal in the surroundings that decorated the walls is still as shiny as ever. Not even a single sign of rust! Heavy, strong, durable and highly compatible with magic. Everything Dwemer is associated with perfectness and brilliance.

     "Ehem! I let my inner mad scientist go on a rampage just now. I really need to hold it a bit! Calm down… Phew."

     I checked the surroundings again and checked the place with lust one last time… the grey stony walls and the shining bronze colored Dwarven metal were just as sexy as Elishka in my eyes.

     "Dammit, stop! I am a normal person… Not some freak… OH MY GOSH! IS THAT A DWARVEN SPIDER WORKER!"

     I realize that at that time, I was really like a girl in an empty mall during a Black Friday and I was experiencing the climax of not knowing what to pick or do among all the amazing stuff around. So let's skip the part where I started playing with the Dwarven Spider Worker that turned hostile until I had to immobilize it to study it later on.

     [AN: Dwarven Spider served as repair drones, keeping the massive machines in working condition, even long after their Dwemer masters had vanished (which might explain why the machinery in Dwemer ruins still remains functional) a pic https://ibb.co/wgjNHj7 ]

     That time, I swore to have my own Dwarven Ruin just like Lord Divayth Fyr… come to think of it, wasn't that the reason why I am taking over Winterhold in the first place!

     Anyway, I arrived at a room at the end of the hall I was in and could feel some movements from the inside of it. From what I could see, something was being protected in that place.

     I guess I can finally get to work.

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      Jon arrived at a large room with a lot of movement that could be felt inside. Spreading his detection across the room, he could clearly feel the movement in it.

     It was his first time to feel movement with no aura of life with it which made him come to the conclusion that the source of the movement is some Dwarven Animunculi. These things are some automatons constructed by the Dwemer to serve and guard their homes and cities.

     The problem when it comes to detecting the Dwemer Animunculi is that they are metallic objects with no organic components at all. This makes them the complete opposite of the living creature and even the undead who are not that hard to detect.

     It also means that if a Dwemer Animunculi was designed to be hidden then there is no way to discover where it was hidden.

     In the end, A moving Dwemer Animunculi is easy to spot. Still, it doesn't mean that they are easy to kill. These things were constructed which means they can't have a weakness like being stabbed from a point-blank or anything like that. Fighting them from the back won't be different than fighting them from the front but it means you can only give the first strike.

     All in all, Dwemer Animunculi are a serious pain the ass and should be avoided rather than faced idiotically.

     Jon knew all that and he no problem with it at all.

     'Now now, let's see what we have here… the room seems to be 100 meters long and 40 meters wide. Some platforms, eight dormant Dwarven Centurions so better not to wake them up, a total of fifty moving objects which are too small and moving with a lot of sounds, they should be Dwemer Spiders, and finally we have a total of twelve pipes in the walls, if I am not mistaken, these kinds of pipes is the one that the Dwemer Spheres. Not sure how many Spheres in each pipe but I read that they can store up to five. The worst case scenario is eight Dwemer Centurions, fifty Dwemer Spiders and sixty Dwemer Sphere… Damn!'

     Jon started counting the ins and outs and how much can he bypass… also he had to look for the traps and their triggers.

     This room was an open buffet of death traps and Dwemer Animunculi. He had to be the best version of the infamous 'Catatuskr' if he wanted to get this right.

     'Phew, I can see it now. That Cube!"

     Jon also found the 'Cube' that Shadow mentioned. It was on a stone table in the deepest part of the room and was protected by three dormant Dwarven Centurions alone.

     For someone like Shadow to go out of his way and recommend something like that for Jon. It seemed, that there is something very special about that Cube.

     The Cube was simply a 'Dwemer Puzzle Cube' or that's what it looked like, Dwemer Cubes can do absurd things. One of them was obtained in the game and it contained some data to make a bigger machine work, just like a hard drive with a passcode. These things contain a lot of mystery and wonder so Jon didn't question Shadow's advice too much.

     On the other platforms, Jon could see a lot of shiny stuff. Swords that were giving off light, staves with powerful auras, a strange weapon that Jon had a hard boner once he saw it, a Dwemer gauntlet that almost made Jon's eyes pop out from the shock.

     'The hell did I just arrive into? Don't tell me that Lord Fyr's has his own copies of the 'Lusty Argonian Maid' hidden here too!'

     It was a place of many shiny stuff indeed.

     Jon retreated a few steps and hid behind a pillar then started to prepare. He had a small bag with him that contained some of the necessary thief tools he needs. He then took out a potion and drank it.

     This is a something he used to brew and drink during the old days in Riften. He liked to call it the 'Adrenaline Potion' but it was just a regular drug.

     Once all was ready, Jon stretched his body left and right, up and down until he felt like to go for it.

     ***

     The room felt like it had three different sections, each section had a certain quality of treasures on its walls. Jon was aiming for the last section of the room.

     The first section was twenty meters long and it felt like its floor was filled with random mechanical traps. Let alone getting hit by a trap, the idea of activating one meant triggering all the dormant guardians.

     The guardians in the first section were Dwarven Spiders. They are small, arachnid-like Animunculi, and are very common in Dwemer ruins. They can often be found working on rocks or other objects. They can attack intruders using blasts of lightning, or by emitting poisonous gases from a bag.

     Jon calculated the location of the hidden Dwarven Spiders and cast 'Muffle' to hide his sounds, 'Invisibility' to hide his image, 'Hasten' to buff his speed, and 'Levitation' to float in the air.

     He then started to float into the room slowly.

     However, once he passed the door, the 'Levitation' spell was canceled.

     Jon who was mid-air fell on his feet but luckily, no sound came out.

     His heart almost jumped from its place and he looked around frantically, he then came to a realization.

     'A no-fly zone? As expected of Lord Fyr… Still, I should have brought a change with me.'

     Jon was intending to pass through the first section of the room while floating but it didn't seem to be working. He then had another idea and tried to teleport himself outside the room.

     'As expected! Teleportation doesn't work too. Which means if I wanted to use the scroll to exit the dungeon, I need to run outside the room first.'

     It was annoying but Jon understood the rules of the game. He remembered the saying of Lord Fyr in 'TES3: Morrowind' when he said that he likes sport and his favorite sport is to watch people sneak into his dungeon. This must be the most favorite round of Lord Fyr.

     "As you wish, Great Grandmaster. I will entertain you to the best of my ability."

     Jon whispered those words in a low tone.

     Not far from what he is, a Dark Elven man with white hair was sitting and nodding with a smile. Behind him were five Dark Elven women, four of them looked like him and the last one was Nurina. They all looked at a screen like a mist that reflected the image of the room Jon was in.

     Back to Jon, he looked up and down, left and right to see if there is anything that he may use to pass the first section unscathed. The only clue he found was that every tile of the floor was a pressure plate and all had foot marks and numbers.

     Jon looked closely then opened his eyes wide from what he realized.

     "Fuck! Is this... a Master Level Hopscotch?"

     He was right! The numbers and the footmarks on the tiles meant that it was a hopscotch game. The lane of tiles even had branches for those who wanted to pick a treasure from the first section of the room.

     Hopscotch is a popular children's playground game in which players toss a small object into numbered triangles or a pattern of rectangles outlined on the ground and then hop or jump through the spaces to retrieve the object.

     This game, however, had no object to toss, it had a treasure to retrieve and a failure probably means death.

     The footmarks meant that it only can fit the foot of an adult which means boots were very dangerous in such a game. Jon took off his boots right away.

     The first tile required the left foot, so did the second and the third all the way to the ninth. Jon could only do so and jumped on the first.

     'Phew, nothing happened.' Jon was feeling better when he didn't mess this one up.'

     Each tile was one meter in length so it wasn't that hard to jump from a center to the other except it needed a certain accuracy. As Jon was a tall person, he wasn't really disadvantaged in this trail at all.

     He started hopping all the way to the ninth tile, the tenth hop was to be done on two tiles with two feet. Once Jon tired it, he almost felt that he was about to screw it up if a foot landed before the other.

     With all the strength that he could muster, he managed to land with the two feet at the same time.

     "Fuck, a scale!"

     The tenth tiles were connected like a scale, he had to keep the balance between the two while trying to jump to the eleventh.

     "Fu- fu- fu- fu- fuaaack!" Jon was barely keeping the balance and his legs were trying to keep up with the scale movement until he finally jumped to the eleventh tile. As he was about to land on the tile with his left leg, he realized that he got accustomed on the previous tiles where he used his left foot and this on changes to the right foot. He switched to the right foot a femtosecond before the disaster falls.

     "It is still dry down there, right? Phew1"

     Jon took a few seconds to calm down and continued the way to the eighteenth tile were he had to face a scale again then finished it easily this time then passed the twentieth tiles and landed on the threshold between the first section and the second section.

     He looked around and made a crying face.

     His invisibility has long since gone and he only kept the Muffle spell for the sake of keeping silent.

     After complaining for a while, he turned his face to the second section.

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      Thirty meters long this time but it looked rather scarier than the first section.

     The floor was a bit lower than the level of the threshold and was filled with a water-like substance. From the scent, Jon realized that this is a flammable substance. On the corners of the room, very small green flames were being kept lit on a few millimeters above the flammable oil surface.

     This was a clear message, 'make the slightest ripple into the oil and get your ass grilled'.

     Jon had a strong urge to cry but it was already too late. In his life, he regretted giving himself the surname 'Dare' a few times and this is one of them. Still, he had his reputation to live up to.

     Jon checked the place again and noticed that the movements sounds from a while ago came from these sections, there were some Dwarven spiders behind the walls but it seemed like they aren't triggered yet.

     Jon looked up to the ceiling and down on the oily floor and noticed something strange.

     On the ceiling, there was a map for the sky constellations, the 'Mage' constellation was glowing then dimmed after a while, the following constellation was the 'Shadow' then the 'Steed'. With every constellation glowing, some small tiles pop out of the flammable oil pool and then they go down when another constellation glow and another set of tiles pop up instead.

     "So you want me to curse out loud, don't you? Is this a Sage-Level Hopscotch?"

     Jon was infuriated, he was walking on the threshold and grinding his teeth but managed to calm down at the end and started analyzing the constellations.

     They were going around in an orderly fashion and nothing seemed to be wrong with them, each constellation lasted around ten seconds.

     Jon started to calculate the tiles he should jump on and it seemed easier than what it looked like at the beginning. But all his plans went in shambles at the end.

     The reason? Well, it is pretty simple, the 'Serpent' constellation. The same bloody stars he was born under.

     The 'Serpent' constellation appeared between the 'Tower' and the 'Atronach' constellations and lasted five seconds before the circle went back to order once again.

     Jon observed the next circle of constellations and this time the 'Serpent' appeared between the 'Lord' and the 'Mage'.

     "Oh boy! This is annoying!"

     Jon sat down and kept observing for an hour until he understood that the 'Serpent' constellation was random, a pattern didn't appear even after thirty circles.

     Jon gave up and tried to focus on the regular constellations until he decided to give it a try. He waited for a constellation when the 'Serpent' appears as early as possible and his wish came true when it came between the 'Lover' and the 'Lord' constellations. Jon hopped on the nearest tile and jumped as fast and as skillful as he could, there were no feet restrictions this time so it was a piece of cake… until it happened.

     Halfway through, Jon couldn't go forward anymore. The tiles on the right side of the room were rather close to each other but didn't seem to be reaching the second threshold soon.

     Jon was vexed so he tried to return before the circle ends.

     What made the matters worse was that the tiles behind him were getting lesser and lesser until he ran out of foothold. Now with the timer in his mind, he already had six seconds for the next circles' first constellation, the 'Ritual' to come up.

     Once the timer reached zero, Jon jumped towards the place where he knew that a tile should go up.

     It was weird… but the tile didn't show up!

     It didn't come out at all.

     Jon had the spell 'Haste' on him and looked around with panic to only find that the first constellation this circle was the 'Serpent'.

     It meant that the 'Ritual' won't come up for the next five seconds.

     ***

     Jon was in a great deal of trouble. His vision shook and he suddenly wanted to quit as soon as possible but there was no way he could escape.

     He had no options left.

     With the power of his body, Jon managed to flip around in the air and succeeded to cast 'Featherfall' one meter above the ground.

     It was a slow fall but still falling.

     Jon was descending on the flammable oil just like that and he had no choice but to give it his all in his dire situation.

     He burned all his Magicka and supplied the 'Featherfall' spell with all the power he could. His falling speed was reduced but still… was it enough?

     Jon still had one card in his sleeve but he kept telling himself 'Not just yet!'

     He gritted on his teeth and spread his body horizontally to avoid any contact with the oil pool as muc--

     *tink*

     The constellation changed!

     Jon's only thought was how to maintain his position without any contact to the oil pool. He reached his hands towards the coming tile and firmly held onto it.

     With all the power of his body, Jon managed to keep himself standing on the tile with one hand. With his breath turning haggard, Jon gritted on his teeth then pushed himself in the air and flipped his body to stand on a tile. Some acrobatic moves later, Jon reached the threshold once again.

     He just lost all the power in his legs and fell on his face.

     "*sob* *sob* I want mommy!"

     ***

     After he managed to get collected, Jon already came to a better plan.

     When he was standing on his hand he managed to see the tiles from a different angle and understood one bizarre truth.

     The 'Serpent' constellation is not there to hinder the bath, it actually was there to make it easier.

     The 'Serpent', both in reality and in the Oil Pool Constellation, was the longest constellation even though it was made of four stars.

     What Jon had to do was like how it follows.

     He jumped on the nearest tile he could reach and kept waiting in the range of the 'Serpent's' first star. Once it came, Jon had to wait five seconds on it before proceeding to the next, following the same pattern to the third and then the fourth.

     In the end, he finished the second section with the flying colors after spending four circles on it.

     Now Jon stood on the threshold between the second and the third sections.

     He looked at the third section that was around fifty meters in length. This was as long as the previous two combined.

     Jon didn't find any clue on how can he go past this section. He looked on its walls and saw a lot of beautiful treasures that were sparkling like crazy.

     The previous two sections also had treasures but they didn't stand out as much as this section. The artifacts here gave off a majestic and a profound feeling as if they were crafted by a God.

     Still, Jon's eyes were set on the Dwemer Cube that can be carried in hand. Shadow gave a hint that this was the best artifact and it was indeed in the center of the most guarded spot.

     The third section had all the Dwarven Spheres and Centurions staying dormant and waiting, all that with the Cube at the furthermost area in the third section guarded by three dormant Dwarven Centurions.

     The Dwarven Spheres are a common form of the Dwemer Animunculi that have proven to be agile fighters and are much stronger than the smaller Dwarven Spider. Dwarven Spheres patrol ruins in a spherical form until they encounter an opponent. At this point, they will erect into their semi-humanoid form and attack. There are different kinds of Centurion Spheres. Some are armed with an extendable sword and a shield, while others have a crossbow mounted on their off-hand arm instead.

     The Dwarven Centurions are heavily armored gigantic constructs with either an extendable mace on one arm or a hammer on one arm and a spring-loaded spike in the other. Some are even able to emit a scalding blast of steam. They are not as common in Dwarven ruins as the lesser Dwarven automatons.

     Jon only calmed his head and started looking around the place for anything to be wary of.

     He as later amazed when he found out that the whole walls and floors were all trapped with high electrical shock attacks. This was similar to the 'Tesla Tower' project he was planning on but it was rather meant for another purpose.

     'Odd! Now that I look at it, I never thought Lord Fyr would be so obsessed with Dwemer artifacts and mechanisms. He is a sorcerer that devoted all his years to study magic? Why is this obsession with Dwemer tech all of a sudden?'

     Jon arrived at a certain point and inquired on it. Divayth Fyr was indeed not a user of Dwemer technology as Magic was his pride and joy.

     The real trap shouldn't be to awaken the large horde of the Dwarven Animunculi, they are here for distractions.

     Jon checked the nearest Dwarven Centurion with detection and found a lot of its part was actually enchanted with simple enchantments.

     "Let's see, they are Resist Shock Damage and Fortify… Gravity? Why would the enchanter want to Fortify Gravity?"

     Jon started thinking about the reason behind the enchantments and thought of a weird idea. He then took out a small piece of paper from his small bag and threw it into the room.

     "Oh my God!"

     Jon didn't see the paper fall but fly unhindered in a straight line.

     "This is… a Zero Gravity room?"

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      Jon retrieved the paper with 'Grab' spell and sat on the ground thinking what should he do.

     "So the enchantments on the Dwarven Centurions was part of the answer… But a Zero Gravity area is not easy to build with magic. Actually, it is impossible to negate all the gravitational force coming from the planet and then enchant a whole 40*50 meters area with no power source whatsoever… It is impossible even if you are Divayth Freaking Fyr."

     Jon sat on the ground and started making the calculations again and again with every Aspect and Effect he knows of but they were all not possible by 'Mortal Means'.

     "Technically, it is possible to make the Dwarven Centurions resist the Zero Gravity without enchantments! They are dead objects so there is no need to go through all the trouble as it won't affect them anyway because you CAN'T POSSIBLY CREATE SUCH A GRAVITY FREE ZONE WITH MAGIC! IT IS AGAINST THE NATURAL LAW SO THIS IS NOT A ZERO GRAVITY ROOM!"

     At this part, Jon was absorbed in the mystery of the room and didn't even think about the cube anymore. He just sat there and began studying.

     ***

     On the top floor of Tel Fyr, six Dark Elves were watching while nodding.

     "It is true, it is against the natural law. He surely picked that up fast!"

     "Fufu! Don't look down on my apprentice, Beyte. He is not even trying just yet."

     "Said the one who fell on her knees just a minute ago and begged Lord Fyr to take him out."

     "Alfe, leave me alone."

     "I actually didn't think he would be able to kill the Bull Kagouti and even reach to the Puzzle Room, you have a good apprentice Nurina."

     "Thank you, Delte. Sorry for worrying you."

     "Excuse me, Lord Fyr. But how did he manage to reach the Puzzle Room? And what is that Cube he is aiming for?" Uupse asked the Elderly Dark Elf who was sitting on his chair and watching Jon.

     "Hmmm… A dear and old friend of mine built this room with me so we can watch a few good challenges together. The Cube was something he worked on to be something similar to a masterpiece he created long ago. Alas, he passed away before we receive our first challenger." The man spoke in a normal tone that reflected some of his sadness.

     The five ladies were shocked with the emotion Lord Divayth Fyr showed. The man who was mostly indifferent and expressionless was speaking softly.

     "As for how he got there, he used the old big pipe. And the reason behind him targeting the Cube should be… fate!"

     ***

     Back to Jon who was in the middle of a brainstorm.

     He was sometimes writing and sometimes looking around like crazy while counting stuff and making things in order.

     "So it is not a gravity spell as I said, it is simply a levitation spell. But that still doesn't make any sense. The Space negates all sorts of 'Waterwalking', 'Levitation', and 'Teleportation' spells. So how can it be possible that… Oh!"

     Jon jumped up and looked around again.

     "The Space! The answer is the Space!"

     Jon was happy for some reason and he collected the tools he took out and put them back on his bag.

     The answer he arrived for was that the Gravity Law in the room was not enchanted, it was the Space that was enchanted to make anything in the surrounding levitate including dead objects. The dormant Dwarven Centurions were all distractions. A facade to make the challenger not focus on the main issue. Levitation was applied onto space and the Dwarven Animunculi were all here to make it look like they are not flying around because of the 'Resist Gravity' effect. The truth was that they are stuck to the ground and are not going to move by all means.

     The Dwarven Spiders were put behind the walls to make a background effect and distract from focusing on the main issue. The focus tends to flatter away when a lot of threats are around.

     Even the Dwarven Spider that Jon met outside the room was there to give the illusion that they can come out easily so the challengers had to be wary all the time.

     Now, none of that was even the main issue.

     Jon had to find a way to navigate across the levitation area and avoid any of the traps that he didn't even find yet. Still, he had an idea where they are.

     'In the space, just like the enchantment!'

     Jon realized that the traps are not in this version of reality. They were applied on space and designed to be activated once space they are connected to gets messed with.

     Jon spread his detection far and wide then retrieve it and focused it around his eyes. He then opened his eyes and activated his new version of detection, the 'Third Eye' or the 'Eye of the Mind'.

     What he saw next was something out of a fairy tale. It was simply marvelous.

     In the empty place in front of him, a lot of rune circle with all sizes and colors were filling the space.

     It looked like a festival of magic that was about to be unleashed when a small thing is just to touch one of those.

     They were all beautiful magic circles that were imprinted on the space but each and every one of them is deadly without a doubt. One wrong move and death is a certain thing. All these magic traps were all around the third section of the room filling of the space.

     "Hehehe! Now that's what I call a trap."

     Jon shook his head helplessly as he had no idea who to bypass that trap.

     He was lost in its beauty and wonder to the point that he was just simply standing there doing nothing.

     He knew that the moment he steps in there, he will be just moving around with no control over himself in a 'Zero Gravity Mimicking Levitation Space'.

     "Or maybe… can it be another round of Hopscotch?"

     Jon had this funny idea that seemed to be very unreal but when he thought about it, it actually became visible to him.

     'I see, that rune and that rune… shut up! Can it be really done that way?'

     Jon started making his calculations once again and detected the safest route to the Cube.

     "Sigh! Here goes nothing."

     Jon walked into the space and completely submitted himself to the Levitation force. Once he was in, there was no room for mistakes.

     He calmed down and tried to reach clarity then opened his eyes and pushed himself slowly and very carefully towards a certain white magic circle in the space.

     He kept flying slowly until he reached the circle. Once he put his hand on it, he felt like it had a matter and reassembled a platform in the middle of space.

     "Genius!"

     He couldn't help but praise.

     Jon then stepped on the circle and jumped pushed himself through the space towards the other one, and from it to the other the third and the fourth.

     A minute later, Jon was floating in front of the Dwemer Cube.

     "Hehe! Found you!"

     Jon was feeling great but he had to be cautious of any hidden trap around the Cube.

     The Cube was surrounded by a glass container and was locked with a key. The keyhole was protected with magic and could only be locked by a key.

     "... Or our good old lockpicks."

     Jon took out some lockpicks from his bach and isolated the magic in the keyhole from interfering with the picks. Luckily, it didn't require a certain key to open the lock as the lockpicks were already doing their charm and…

     *tink*

     The lock opened safely and Jon could open the display and stretch his hands in.

     Of course, just like any cliche story, once Jon held the Cube in his hand, shit went down.

     First, the 'Levitation' enchantment on the Space got disabled and all the traps on the Space also disappeared.

     Jon who was floating fell on his face.

     "Ouch… okay! I saw that one coming so I won't complain… no, I am complaining! Why are you guys moving?"

     Jon looked around and saw a horde of Dwarven Animunculi swarming from left and right. All the Dwarven Spiders and the Dwarven Spheres, that he assumed won't be moving, all came towards him at once.

     *TINK* *FEEEEEEHHHH*

     *TINK TINK TINK*

     *STOMP STOMP*

     Jon heard a more unpleasant sound behind him and lo and behold the three Dwarven Centurion that just came back to life.

     "So you guys were to come out when the cube is taken? Tsk, how dirty!"

     Jon already collected the prize and was in no mood to stay. The third section's traps were all removed but the 'No Teleportation, No Levitation' rules were still applied.

     More to that, on higher platforms, some new faces entered the scene. A total of ten Dwarven Ballistas came out and aimed their big bolts at Jon.

     "Perfect! I guess, it is time for me to go."

     Jon started walking slowly while smiling to the Dwarven Spiders and Spheres around him. He then broke into running towards the second section.

     All sorts of projectiles were shot at him yet he reacted faster and increased his speed to the limit. With, only a few meters away from the second section, Jon got ready to take the show to an end.

     "Ladies, this is the day you'll always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jon Dare. WULD NAH KEST!"

     ***

     All I can remember next was causing a big explosion after going through the second section with the 'Whirlwind Sprint' Shout and the shockwave sent me flying through the first section.

     I then landed outside it and used the 'Teleportation Scroll' to return back to the Onyx Hall.

     The ones received me were Nurina, the Fyr sisters and an elderly Dark Elf with silver hair that I directly recognized as Lord Divayth Fyr.

     "Apprentice Jonhild Firemane pays his respect to Great Grandmaster."

     I mimicked some of these wuxia novels when an apprentice greats a great master. Divayth Fyr is the greatest master after all.

     "Haha! Divayth Freaking Fyr accepts your respect."

     Oh boy! He must have heard it.

     I felt like being struck by lightning but it seemed Lord Fyr took it as a joke.

     "Sigh… Heroes! They get luckier every century." Lord Fyr sighed and spoke with a smile. "This Cube, why did you choose it?"

     Lord Fyr asked me a question I was really trying to figure out an answer for. I can't possibly say that a creepy incorporeal entity that dwells inside me had the gave me a hint.

     "A creepy incorporeal entity that dwells inside me had the gave me a hint."

     "Ahaha! Amazing, you have one of those." Lord Fyr laughed it off, "By the way, that Cube was made by my dearest friend so I will lend it to you, whoever of us dies first then the cube will belong to the living one."

     Oh! It seems the Cube is really precious and holds a sentimental value for Lord Fyr. I wanted to return it back but I really went through some crazy troubles to get my hands on it.

     "Deal!"

     "Good then. I hope to see you once you have grown into the best promise of yourself. Until then." Lord Fyr said and turned away.

     I was holding myself not to blush the whole time.

     This is Lord Fyr. I don't want to sound like a pervert but when he patted my shoulder just a while ago, I vowed to not ever let anything touch it again. I am considering removing it and keeping it in a museum.

     Once he turned around and left, Beyte and Uupse followed him and I got introduced to Delte who arrived just a while ago.

     After that, Nurina took me to the side.

     "Brat! Do you know what did you just take?"

     She was speaking and beams of joy were shooting from her eyes.

     "Nope, I just felt it is the best thing in there."

     "Damn, you are so lucky. Listen closely, the place you went in was an old Dwemer Ruin that got 'relocated' under Tel Fyr by Lord Fyr and a close friend of his."

     "Aha! I see, so that friend is the expert in the Dwemer artifacts."

     "I am glad you noticed."

     "Hey, was it Yagrum Bagarn?"

     "No, it is not. I doubt that he would want to do anything related to Lord Fyr's personal sport."

     Not Yagrum Bagarn, the last living Dwemer? Then who was it?

     "The room you was in is called the 'Puzzle Room'. It was created by the efforts of Lord Fyr and his venerable friend and you just beat it and took its most important treasure. You brat has beaten the work of Dungeon Master who is specialized in Magic and a Puzzle Master who is specialized in Dwemer Technology."

     I gulped a mouthful of saliva.

     "Damn!"

     I clearly realized what I just did.

     "Who is Lord Fyr's friend? And what is that artifact?"

     Nurina sighed and calmed down then said some words that I doubt my sanity afterward.

     "The friend is Sotha-Sil and the artifact is the 'Haven Cube'."

     [AN: the Haven Cube is inspired by the mod 'Haven Bag by Haishao. Just an immersive and lore-friendly version of it.]

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     I had to make peace with myself first before thinking of what really happened once again. My thoughts were all jumbled up because of what Nurina has just told me.

     The 'Haven Cube' she said.

     An artifact with a ridiculous ability that can be described as heaven-defying and earth-shattering. Not only a sub-dimensional storage but also a shelter.

     No wonder Lord Fyr was reluctant to let me go with it at first.

     Okay so let's sort things out.

     A sub-dimensional storage is a term that can make the world go insane, if it was done by magic then people won't really think a lot about it as the mage who can just create that function by spell is just an entity one shouldn't mess with, but things will get a whole different turn when it comes to an artifact like the 'Haven Cube'. I dare to say that even Emperor Titus Mede II and the Aldmeri Dominion, as well as all the other powers and clans, will go after a weak character like me with all sorts of claims.

     And that's just the start of it…

     This is not just a sub-dimensional storage artifact, it is a shelter, a safe haven. Something that can be accessed with one's own body.

     How ridiculous that is?

     Well… it is very ridiculous.

     The theory about it is probably very relatable to creating one's own realm like a Daedric Prince or and Original Spirit. Freaking Ridiculous!

     And if that is not badass enough, then how about its size?

     Nurina said that the inside of the Cube is 8000 square meters that can be divided into multiple floors and rooms. That's right, the owner can add and remove floors and rooms within those 8000 meters square.

     Not enough? Then how about some history lesson?

     This artifact was created by the one and only Sotha Sil, a ridiculous being among the ridiculous beings.

     Who is the hell is Sotha Sil?

     Sotha Sil, also called Lord Seht, was one of the members of the Tribunal, the divine rulers of Morrowind, alongside Vevic and Almalexia as the three were worshipped literally like gods.

     For his feats, Sotha Sil was called an architect of time, a binder of Oblivion, and the Mystery of Morrowind. He is known by many other titles, such as the Clockwork God, Father of Mysteries, the Inspiration of Craft and Sorcery, the Light of Knowledge, Magus, Magician, Sorcerer, Tinkerer, and later a Saint of the New Temple.

     He was said to be reshaping the world from his hidden Clockwork City, a mechanical city that was physically contained inside a person-sized Celestial-Drome.

     Sotha Sil the Magus was the patron of artificers and wizards and the mightiest wizard and the wisest counselor of the First Council, and also spent time training the Psijic Order on Artaeum. According to the Tribunal Temple Cult, Sotha Sil was the Light of Knowledge and the Inspiration of Craft and Sorcery.

     One thing to take note of was that Sotha Sil and Lord Fyr were best buddies, one was fond of puzzles and the other was fond of dungeons. For them to create a puzzle dungeon together and this humble Dragonborn beats it, I say I am going to brag about that in front of Alduin himself when I get the chance.

     Putting all that aside, I kept looking at the Haven Cube while cleaning it with a cloth and laughing unintentionally, Jull and Wulf were looking at me as if I am sort of an idiot but I skillfully ignored them.

     Oh, right! We returned to Winterhold and we held a meeting at my house.

     "So, you went to Morrowind? Without me?" Jullanar didn't let one off.

     "And met with your Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster who are some extreme beings." Wulf was also disappointed.

     "Sigh! Wait until Alina hears of this, she will be heartbroken to not get that chance." Nurina was consoling them.

     "Hooman, play with me!" and Nefertiti didn't let go of me since I arrived.

     "I love this family atmosphere but can I please focus on how this thing works?" The Cube was left for me to figure out how it works so I took my time studying it, I mostly figured the whole idea about it but had to learn a few things first before fully utilizing it.

     "I am afraid we are not that free. You have a meeting with the head of the Technology Department, Eliel. Then you will have to meet Elishka to sign the financial papers. Also, there is a shipment of horses that will be delivered by the Firemane's Skyfire Company. The Moonblades will send their people to talk with us regarding the future of Winterhold too. The most annoying thing you will have to deal with now is the Imperial Legion that demanded some supplies and the people from Solitude that accused us with tax evasion. The Construction Department wants to get some tasks too and there are some meetings you have to attend." Jull spoiled my mood by acting as my secretary.

     "And we need some funds!" Wulf joined in.