So, basically what this is is a small three-chapter thing with a different chapter for each character and a short story about them with their best friends in the factions they are apart off. As in the previous story featuring all three Dragonborns, Cry will be going first, with her best friend, Farkas!

Friendship!

"Hah! There's one, right there! Come on Farkas; if we kill it, we'll finally have enough pelts to get that gold from that one lady who hates bears!" Cry says, pointing to the bear several yards away who was grabbing snowberries off of a bush. Farkas gazes skeptically at the furred creature, eyeing its sharp claws.

"C, I don't know if that's a smart idea. You know how this kind of thing usually ends. You decide to fight something, you get hurt, and Vilkas gets mad at me. I don't want to deal with him for the second time this week," he replies after a moment.

"Ah, you big baby. Are you a Companion or a mouse?" Cry taunts, pulling her Skyforge steel great-sword off her back.

Farkas puffs out his chest. "I'm a Companion, and as your Shield Brother, I must suggest that you don't try to fight the bear."

"It's not like it's a giant! We've fought bears before!"

"Yes, and you're still weak from your last expedition."

Cry flinches at the reminder, a familiar pain going through her side. She shakes it off and swings her sword. "If you don't want to help me, that's fine. But all I'm saying is that if we kill it now, we won't have to worry about it later."

Farkas sighs before pulling his own great-sword off his back. "Alright, I'll do this with you, but if something goes wrong, this is your fault, okay?"

Cry grins. "Agreed. Now, I'll go up behind it and try to take it by surprise, and if I get in trouble, you come in a help me finish it off."

"This is going to end terribly," the Nord grumbles as the Dragonborn crouches and sneaks forward, coming up behind the bear. Sticking out her tongue, she raises her sword above her head, ready to bring it down on the animal's back. Suddenly, the bear turned, raising up onto its hind legs threateningly and looming over her. Cry suddenly felt extremely small.

"Uh oh…" she lets out quietly.

Before she could move out of the way, the bear is pushed away from her by a very large mass of black. Cry squeezes her eyes shut, freezing in place. "I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm so dead…"

"Cry!" Her eyes pop open, and she sees Farkas crouched in front of her, silver eyes wide. "Are you okay? Are you breathing? Say something to me, please!"

"Y-You just saved my life," she gasps.

"Yeah, I did! And you know why? Because that's what friends do. They keep you from killing yourself in a stupid way!" he exclaims.

Cry sighs shakily, and clambers to her feet. "Then I guess you're the best at what you do, huh?" she asks.

"Well, that's 'cause I'm your best friend, right?"

Cry smiles again, picking up her sword and sheathing it on her back. "Yeah, you are. C'mon, let's go back to Whiterun to tell Vilkas how you saved me."

"Good, maybe it'll keep him off my back for a while," Farkas replies.

"Let's hope so."

Holy shit that was short. I hadn't realized how freakin' short that was. Damn.

Oh well. It happens.

Hope y'all enjoyed, and I'm hoping I will have a Ziris inspiration next, because she hasn't been in a story for a while.

T. Hanks for reading!

I'm outtie five thousand for now.

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