I stared at the clear sky. I can't believe we got caught at the border again. I looked to my left were the Khajiit was slumped in a sitting position.
His choke collar was bright as day, though his pale fur didn't do crap to hide the black mettle. It made me think of the twin collar I wore, a sign saying we're were literally chained together.
Oblivion I don't even remember the last time I was allowed to be more than 7 feet away from him. It's been about three years since I was chained to this perverted kaaz.
"Your friend seems out of it." Said the nord across from the Khajiit.
"Not much of a Fahdon as a pain on my ass I can't get rid of." I replied.
The Nord looked confused.
"Fahdon that's a strange word." He inquired.
"Krosis I tend to speak in Dovah tongue." I replied.
When he still looked confused I cleared it up.
"I studied the dragon tongue with the greybeards."
His eyes sparked with awet.
"I've never heard of an argonian meeting the greybeards." He replied.
"My visions peaked their interest." I muttered.
The khajiit decided that right now was a good time to wake up.
"This brings back memories." He muttered.
"Yeah to bad you were out of it for most the ride, there's our stop." I informed him as the new Helgen came into view.
"Coincidence?"
"Not sure, but this time there is no dragon to save us."
"Well V you could always call Odahviing."
I scowled.
"Would you quite it with the nicknames." I groaned.
"Maybe if you were the dark seducer armor your grandmother used to own."
I glared at him.
"I only wore that once." I growled.
"Yes and it gave a great few of your bosom, a view I wish I could see every day."
"Hide your friend Kaaz." I grunted looking away.
"But he misses the view." He laughed.
"Damn you to oblivion J'daro." I muttered.
Meanwhile the nord struggled not to snicker at our conversation.The rest of the ride was quiet. It seems things repeated themselves, like history was trying to replay the day Alduin attacked Helgen two years ago. It was almost just like that day, but Alduin was dead, and once again Imperial officers executing stormcloaks. The cart came to a stop, like two years ago we hopped of the cart, me and J'daro last off. It turned out the captain as she called put names, this was way too familiar, what are the odds that this happens twice in a lifetime? My thoughts were interrupted when J'daro elbowed my ribs to get my attention.
"Lizard, for the last time give me your name." The guard with a book in his left hand demanded.
"Vulsossil."
"Surname?"
"Don't try to ask, it's a touchy subject." J'daro quickly replied, saving the guard from certain death, though not his eyes from my glare.
We were pushed into the small crowd of Stormcloaks, all of which awaiting their deaths.
"Seems familiar, doesn't it Princess?" J'daro whispers.
"I know, either history is repeating itself, or another pain on my ass is going to show like Alduin and you with your stupid nicknames." I muttered back.
He chuckled "You know you love me, you just don't admit it."
"Yeah I love you, you giant pain my ass" My voice was thick with sarcasm
I debated on what to do, more accurately who to call, Durnehviir could easily scare the citizens and distract the Imperials, though he can't stay for long. Odahviing would also scare them, and is a close friend, but casualties would be high and Helgen may be abandoned for good.
"The Cat!"
"That's me." J'daro muttered
"Funny, you helped save there asses and this is what you get."
"There are worse ways to go, that is if we could be decapitated."
I rolled my eyes.
With a bored face J'daro faced execution, and just are luck it was more than 7 feet away from each other.
The familiar tug at my neck tried to drag me forward, and it stopped J'daro from advancing.
"Oh that's right, we can't be more than seven feet away from each other." He gave a smug smile.
I could hear the gasp of the stormcloaks, and see the shock on the imperials faces.
For now there was a physical chain from my neck to J'daro's, starting and ending at our neck irons.
"It's them."
Oh right I forgot, there was that rumor that the slayers of Alduin were chained together by a magic chain.
"I can't believe this, the dragonborn is a beast!" That comment never got old.
"We would like to stay and chat, but we have a busy schedule, sorry that you ended up with another corrupt general but we should get going." I said as I winked at J'daro.
He smiled as he looked up. The next words I shouted startled all of them.
"Odahviing!" His terrifying roar followed.
"Dragon!" the guards shrieked as they ran for cover.
My red friend flew in from the north, scorching Helgen like Alduin had done two years ago.
"Nu!" I shouted in dragon tongue, not intentionally.
After three years of being stuck with me J'daro understood some of what I said in dragon tongue, but not much. He hit the ground to avoid a blast of fire from above. Grabbing the chain between us I pulled J'daro back towards me, he was covered in dirt but then again we aren't the best of friends.
"Come on kaaz, let's get out of here."
With that I rushed to the wagon, J'daro dusting himself off and following.
A chest was always on a prison wagon, and the one on the wagon we rode on held most of our gear. J'daro got his daedric armor and akaviri Katana I had enchanted for him. I still had Northwind, my grandmother's akaviri katana, and her dark seducer armor, my sun hollow arrows and Auriel's bow, my amulet of akatosh my father said belong to his father, it was shaped like the altar of akatosh, which carried a vial of my grandfathers blood. Sadly, my shrouded armor was missing.
"Damn." I muttered.
I looked at J'daro, who was already fully armored and ready watching me.
"Turn around." I bluntly ordered.
He snickered but listened.
I tugged on the only armor I had left, the dark seducer armor that showed way touch of my body.
The helmet fit nicely but couldn't hide my very hair like feathers that were long enough to reach the end of my back.
I turned around, my sword strapped to my left side, arrows on my hip, and bow slung around my torso.
J'daro's eyes were locked on my chest, and they traveled up and down my form. He obviously approved of my armor. His eyes rested on my chest again.
"Keep your eyes off of my breast, this is not the time or place." I said as I pushed passed him.
Now there was one thing that wasn't in there. My father's journal, it was the last thing I had of him.
"Dovakiin dii fahdon, okii kaal"
Odahviing cried.
A battle cry letting any dragon in earshot know a battle with me in the mix is near, and also because they wanted a signature of war, males.
An arrow flew past my ear, the whizzing of its passing was annoying.
"Rok watch where you're shooting!" I had to duck to avoid the next one.
J'daro drew his his sword, and ran to the gate. The chain pulled me to follow him, for good measure I readied auriel's bow,with sunhallowed arrow strung and ready. Houses were on fire, people where scorched, and despite the attack imperials were still battling stormcloaks as they tried to escape.
J'daro was bashing the Helgen gate, with shoulder, sword, even his open lock spells from the oblivion crisis.
Nothing seemed to be working, so either that was one tough gate, or it was enchanted to keep it in place.
"Damn it, move." I yelled as I fired my waiting armor at the lock.
With a sudden flash the door was blasted off of its hinges, J'daro hissed in pain as the holy light burned him.
"I told you to move." I said.
"Hey! I can't let you traitors leave!" One of the imperials shouted, drawing his sword.
"Just great." I muttered as I drew another arrow.
One arrow less later, there's a new burning corpse on the ground, only burning in whitish fire. No questions asked, J'daro took this time to rush out of helgen. Running side by side me and J'daro fled the burning ruins of Helgen.
"You know this is a record of leaving burning towns." J'daro said, not really breathing as we ran.
"Yeah, three towns, although two of the times were Helgen, also it's not like we tried to burn the first one down the first time, and the hall of the vigilant may not count." I reply.
We ran until Helgen vanished into the distance. Once we were safe, we stopped to process what had happened.
"Okay, so we just went through another trip through Helgen, witch was barley even rebuilt, and most of those people didn't recognize us by face, since when in oblivion does that happen?!" J'daro yelled.
" I'm not sure, but if I had to guess, either history is repeating itself, or the town is haunted by the old residents." I answered.
"Ok, I know ghosts exist, because I almost got a job for one of a sexy dead maid, but why would an entire town be haunted?" He questioned.
"I'm not sure, and why did you have to bring up that story, you know it disturbing, besides it only gave you a hickey." I said as I rolled my eyes.
"It was a hickey is a good place, only wish she hadn't vanished before finishing. " He muttered the last part.
"I heard that." I comment.
"You hear everything!" He yelled in frustration. I elbowed him as I passed by.
"What was that for?"
"For bringing up another one of your many sex stories at this time." I replied not looking back at I continued teords whiterun.
"You could have just said it annoyed you! " He shouted as he followed.
"Why? there's no fun in that!" I shouted back.
"Fine, so where to next?" J'daro grumbled.
"Straight to the point, that's unlike you, but anyways, we're headed to whiterun, my dad's journal has an enchantment that acts as a fail-safe, if anyone touches it without may say it automatically teleports to the last home I was at, I'm pretty sure that a guard touched the book and the fail-safe activated sending it to Breezehome in whiterun, that was the past home I was in before we headed to Cyrodiil." I answer.
"That was a long breath. " He simply muttered.
I rolled my eyes yet again.
Without stopping for breaks we reached Whiterun in a few hours. The jarl knew of my work with dragons, so he should understand the attack on Helgen this time. I can't recall how many times I have walked up this road to the gate, the guard nodding to me and simply walking to my house. I remember when I bought the house, it was after I convinced Mirmulnir to back down, it was hard for the guards to understand that he wasn't a threat. Long story short I scared that dragon to the bone. I was now standing inside Breezehome.
"Must have been to deep in my thoughts." I muttered.
"Where you lost in memory or in a trance?" J'daro inquired
"Memory."
With that I climbed the stairs and into the master bedroom. There was the chest my dad's journal was… hopefully. J'daro was downstairs still, probably looking around for valuables.
After taking 5 minutes of searching I find it, or I think I did. The book was leather bound, a lock strap keeping it sealed. There was a design of the empires sign, or there was supposed to be.
Instead there was a picture of a flower, half full of life and color, half black and rotten, dead as the old dwarves. This wasn't my father's journal, this us what I was using his journal to find.
A book of untold secrets, and an untold past, my only lead to my past, and the truth behind the thalmor. This was my grandmother's journal.