Pyres of Blacklight

The morning before we set out a letter came in, bearing the banner of House Redoran. Viran gave it to me, assuming it was for me, but I had doubts. Sure, I helped at Solstheim, but... I had no real relation with any of the Great Houses – save for Telvanni.

Impatiently, I ripped the envelope open and read the content aloud so he could hear it, too. "Glorfindel Telvanni – Girethi, you are cordially invited to a summit at Rootspire. Bring your high elven companion with you. It's urgent you attend. The meeting will be held at 12th of Morning Star, Turdas in the noon. Signed... bla bla bla. I hate those officials."

I didn't like the sound of it. Cordially invited to a meeting... something like special guests?

Has Neloth told them about the Heart? ...about us?

Feeling extremely anxious, I turned to my altmer lover. "What do you think? Should we go?"

"Bad idea. Neloth must have told them – they want to punish us. After all, they would have loved to seize the power themselves. I knew the old dunmer couldn't be trusted. As soon as we show up at the funeral, they'll nab us as common criminals. I won't let them capture me – capture you. We've been through some serious shit. We have to leave Morrowind."

I didn't want to leave before I attended Lord Vivec's funeral or at least paid my respect, but... he has the truth of it. I don't like this oficially looking letter. Stinks of deceit. "I... you're right. We'll go to... where?"

"Skyrim obviously."

Smiling, I latched onto his arm. "With you? I'll go anywhere."

A soft chuckle escaped his mouth, letting me cling to him. "So, we have to prepare... for our journey I mean. I should go and pack our stuff..." I mumbled, unhappy that a stupid letter changed our plans.

"By the way, where is your sister and Viran?"

"Oh, they went to visit a friend of father's. They'll stay the night there, too."

"So... they left us alone. In this huge house." The smugness was impossible to miss, along with the implications.

"Are you... suggesting something?"

"Hm... maybe later. You know, it has been a while since I cooked something. What do you say?"

"You want to cook? Now?"

"Why not? We'll be gone after we eat."

This mer is really something else. First he speaks some suggestive stuff and then wants to cook. "I'll go and pack for us. It shouldn't take me too long. I'll see you later." Tiptoing, I kissed his cheek.

I was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, locking our lips together. When he released me, that superior smirk was back. "Stop being so shy. We're both grown men. Even your family expects us to have more intimate contacts."

My cheeks were positively red. "You heard us?"

"Forgive me, but these walls are really thin. It's not my fault."

Biting into my lip, I tried to shake off the shame and a feeling settled in my gut. Something about the way Viran asked me when we'll... well – have sex and then left the following morning was suspicious.

They left us alone so we can... oh my. Or they just wanted to visit old Agnis so much. Or they killed two birds with one stone. Cir and Viran wanted me to get laid. There can be no doubt of that. I buried my head in hands, unknowing if I should thank them for this rare opportunity or not.

A pair of ambers gazed at me worriedly. "Are you okay? You look as if you saw a ghost."

"I'm fine. I'll come and find you once I'm done with packing." I forced my legs to move, focusing on walking normally, but I failed. Close to the door, I hit a chair and knocked it over. Why do I have to be such a klutz! I put it back in place and waltzed outside, feeling Ondolemar's eyes on me.

Inside my room, I collapsed on the bed, letting out a long sigh. "Can I be more transparent? Might go on my way and write sex deprived on my forehead to make it easier, right?"

Ondolemar walked in, folded hands and grinning. "No need for that. I have eyes, Fin."

Divines, must you hate me so much? With minor dread, I raised my head and saw the altmer, wearing that smug like second skin. "Did you follow me here to torment me?"

"No, to have chat. Serious chat."

His grin vanished, waiting for my response. I prodded on the bed, sitting up. "Sit down."

He complied, immediately going for my hands, holding them. "I have a serious question for you. Where do you see us together in five years? Twenty? Or hundred?"

I didn't plan so far ahead and it must have shown on my face because he snorted. "Of course, you live only in the present, seizing the moment. But most people want something stable in a relationship. A bond. I am not so different. Now answer me. Do we have a future together? Us two?"

"I... want to be with you. You know that. And I can't imagine a future without you."

"Then, you're not just using me, are you? Playing mind games, get what you want and toss me away?"

My eyes widened at what he said. For what kind of scoundrel did he take me for? I may be a thief, but I am not a heartbreaker.

"NO! Azura, I am not using you! I love you! I want us to live together."

Earnest words seemed to convince him as he hugged me. "I am sorry, I just needed to confirm your motives. Understand, I've lost so much... If you left me, I'd be..."

I cracked a smile. My silly mage. I am not going to abandon him. I snaked my hand on his waist, inching closer. Boldness took over my rationality. "I really want you to bed me now." I whispered, afraid of his answer.

The amber in his eyes turned a darker shade, his jaw clenched, breathing accelerated. "You promise you won't leave me after this?"

"Well, if you do horribly..." I said jokingly and he jabbed me in ribcage. "Ouch. It was a joke, Ondolemar. I am never leaving you alone. I promise."

He let out an exasperated sigh into my ear. It send shivers down my spine. "Are you sure you want this? We can wait."

"For what? For another catastrophe that keeps following us wherever we go? I want you to take me. "

Without a word, he brought our lips together and inserted his tongue into my mouth. Surprised, I yelped, weak in legs and grateful we were on a bed already. I fear my legs just now turned to ash hopper jelly.

Ondolemar's fingers found their way under my dunmer outfit, caressing my abdomen and then went much more down, to my muscled stomach. I closed my eyes. Oh god. We're doing it. Really doing it. How many nights have I dreamed about it and now, it's happening.

He stopped and I re – opened my eyes, blinking in aroused confusion. "Why, why did you stop?"

"You closed eyes and I thought you were terrified or uncomfortable... I am not about to take advantage of you if you don't want it now."

I placed his hand over my chest where my heart was buzzing with the excessive excitement. "Does this sound like I want you to stop?"

"But still... wait, hear that?" He stood up and went to look out the window, his eyes widened in instant. "RUN!"

Alerted, I rolled out of bed, grabbing onto my weapons. If something scared him this much, it must be something else. We jumped out the open window. I wanted to stop and look what the hell is so important that we stopped at foreplay, but he wouldn't have it, grabbing onto my hand and running so fast.

I risked a glance back and saw that something was falling from the sky and it will make impact too close to our house. I yanked my hand from his grasp. "Wait a minute! It's my home!"

"No! We don't know what that object is. It could be a explosive contraption!"

"Or something or someone who needs help. We have to turn back, while it's still in air."

A loud echoying crash confirmed that thing or what it was landed. Dusty ash covered our field of vision. It was no use, ash got into our eyes. It hurt like crazy. "Ouch! Dammit! I can't see!" Rubbing eyes angrily, my sight returned to normal as the ash settled down again, a huge pit to the northeast of my family house.

We shot glances, unsure of what is going on.

"Okay, that was weird."

I nodded. "Sure was. Let's go and see!"

He grabbed my sleeve. "Did you hear me? What if it explodes in our faces?"

"We don't know that. And it's too close to my family estate, it's on my family's estate. It's my responsibility to see what crashed here. Or who."

"There is no talking you out of this foolishness. Fine, but I'll go first."

"Alright."

We strutted to the huge crater, I had Mace of Molag Ball and he had Keening. Approaching warily, step by step, we made it to the tip of crater. Looking down dropped our jaws. A huge dragon I knew too well was bleeding out to his death. Without thinking, I plopped down to him. "Fin!" Ondolemar called out to me, but pure terror flooded in my veins at the sight of my parent figure, near death.

"Krosis. I made it after all. They... the secluded elves on their isle are going this way. "

"Don't speak! I'll help you!" I put my hands over his fatal wounds on legs, casting Healing Other. "Please, help me!" I screamed back at Ondolemar who after a brief pause jumped down, kneeling next to the dragon's belly where it had been hit the worst.

"It's no use. I am different from humans, Dovahkiin. Listen close. They are almost here. Hundreds and hundreds are on the doorstep, coming to wage war."

"With who?" Ondolemar stopped the healing process after the dragon told him and I reluctantly kept my hands away. "The leaders of Morrowind. They want to kill them, defiance sentenced your kin to untimely death. For them, you're dead."

"Are you sure? And why are you so badly injured?"

"I was flying back to report, when they spotted me. I got too careless, flew too low and mages, thousands of them blasted me to the ground. Dovahkiin, they are coming to destroy your homeland."

My eyes widened after the realization kicked in. If what he speaks is true, then... war is inevitable. I must protect Morrowind, its innocent people from them. Thalmor of Aldmeri Dominion.

Paarthurnax let out a guttoral groan. "Nust los fin tahrovin Taazokaan fen luft fod Morrowind mah. Qahnaar niin. Fah zu'u ahrk fah hin reyliik, Dovahkiin."

"Laat los bo fah fin Thalmor suleyksejun. Zu'u vaat nau dii zin ol aan dovah zu'u fen lost dii nahkriin fah hi, Paarthurnax."

"Pruzah. Ruz dii dinok fen ni kos fah nid. Dovahkiin, hi lost aan ofan do Thu'um, kod nii wah viik hin hokoron. Zu'u fen mul hi naal dii rii se dii wuth zii. Ol do nu, hi loost fin du'ul se Thu'um suleykaar med neh us ahrk wah nid saraan. Daar los dii laat ofan, fahdon. Hi neh morah do zu'u ol do aan sunvaar, nuz aan mun. Zu'u fen morah fron se faal tiid mu sov nau Monahven."

Tears streamed down my face, as my mentor was dying, like all the other dragons, he was giving me his wisdom of ages, willingly. Only bones were left of once the noble dragon whom I looked up to give me advice when I needed it. He was gone, just like that...

I absorbed his soul, soaking in the uncanny power that seeped from Paarthurnax's soul, now mixed with others' and mine as one.

Fucking Thalmor. They almost ruined lives of my friends, kidnapped them and now they come to our abode with violence in their war stricken minds. Violence. When will it end? I wanted some peace and quiet. And it wasn't on the agenda. Will it be ever?

Ondolemar came to stand with me, hugging me. I sniffled into his robes, crying. "I'm sorry. He was unlike others."

"When will they stop? Is nothing sacred to them? Tell me, how far does the plan for world domination go? Killing every race, taking their lands as their own?! Tell me!" I was venting out my anger on him, being the former Commander of Thalmor, now exiled thanks to me.

"We cannot take them on by ourselves. The letter you got this morning must be for the war council. The Great Houses already know of the Aldmeri Dominion's attack, wanting to enlist help from us. I didn't think I would agree, but this is OUR fight, too. They exiled and humiliated me, wanted to hunt you down for your unique power and were it not for our interference, they would have gained the Heart of Lorkhan and their armies would be unstoppable. We have to leave immediately. Tarrying here would do us no good. Get all your equipment and some potions, I'll prepare a portal for us in the meantime."

I moved, but stopped mid – tracked. "What? Portal transportation magic? You can do that cool thing? That's even beyond the skill of Master Neloth and Divayth, for sure. When did you learn such a cool spell?"

"When we absorbed the Heart. I've never been to Blacklight, but let's hope knowing the name of city will suffice. Get movin'!" He commanded, uttering words in some language I didn't understand ( high elven, perhaps?) and I glanced back one more time at the bones of my mentor and my mage.

He's right on that.

I ran inside, dashing to my room first to grab Wraithguard and Auriel's Bow with Sunhallowed Arrows and some Daedric Arrows I left here last time upon my visit, then went digging into the chests for stamina, magicka and health potions. Then I stashed them all in my backpack, heavy with the potions. Ondolemar didn't need weapons – besides, he had Keening. Is there any stronger weapon, besides Sunder, of course. Also, his perception of magic was tenfolded after absorption – I figured because he gained that incredibly cool and handy portal ability. Wondering if he managed to open it, I ran outside just in time to see shifting in time and space and a flick of yellow blinding lighting had me shut eyes for a second, when I opened them an image of a city with smoke and fire appeared before us.

He stood beside me. "Is that it?"

"I think it is, but do you see the flames? What's happening?!"

"Stop panicking and take my hand. I don't want us to get separated by accident inside the portal." He grabbed onto my hand so tightly, it was kind of hurting, but I'll manage. Ondolemar worried about us getting separated? Now I was worried a tiny bit.

"Is this portal safe?"

He grunted. "It's my first time using it. We'll just have to see. We are in a hurry."

Without further ado, he yanked me inside the yellow shimmering image of a city we presumed to be Blacklight, illuminated red by the fires and smoke. As soon as we entered, a strange sensation washed over me – it was as if I just bathed in icy cold water and then went into the core of a flaming volcano. Uncomfortable experience.

Reappearing, he finally let loose, both of us taking in fresh air, still shaken up about our travel method. "I hate portals as of now." I proclaimed, my stomach protested and if I doubled over, I'd barf. Ugh. Calm down.

Ondolemar gaped at something in front of us, jabbing me in the ribs to get my attention. "Hey, stop it or I'll throw –-"

My upset stomach seemed like the least of our worries.

On countless stakes around us were burned corpses, the flames still licking the lifeless frames of the poor souls, air stenched of burnt meat and smoke was endlessly rising from all sides.

"What the hell is going on?!" I yelled out, but no one was outside in the streets. The usually busy big city streets were empty, safe for us.

Ondolemar wandered closer to one stake and examined the corpse. With a frown and possibly disgusted, he stepped away. "An elf, burned. Something fishy is going on. We'd better see what is going on. Very carefully."

I nodded, pulling the Mace out of its sheathe. The mage by my side also pulled out the legendary sword, one hand enveloped in freezing cold as we abandoned the marketplace marred with stakes, going up the street.

A group of Ordinators waltzed before us, their attention was focused on us. They raised weapons at us threateningly, as did we.

"Are you with House Dres or Telvanni?!"

They must be blind. I was wearing the House Telvanni Robes Neloth gave to me, also the shiny trinket tied around my neck was invisible?

"We are with House Telvanni." I stated and they lowered their weapons, relieved. "Azura be praised! You're the ones we're supposed to look out for! Master Neloth and Lord Fyr asked for you and your companion. Come, before more soldiers come!"

Perplexed as never before, we shot glances and decided to follow closely after the one Ordinator of War that looked like the guard captain. "Give me a situation report. What is happening here?"

We walked/ran and in between the captain told us of the treachery of House Dres. "They wanted to sign the treaty with Aldmeri Dominion in the name of all Great Houses without consent of other four. When the other Houses found out about the betrayal, they had majority of noblemen and noblewomen of House Dres burned at stakes as traitors. However, they gained the upper hand. The last remnants of Dres family are holed up inside Rootspire, holding the heads of House Redoran, Sadras and Indoril captive. They laid in ambush and now they are threatening to kill them if we don't agree to the signing with Aldmeri Dominion. Only House Telvanni didn't attend the council as they waited for you to come, my lord."

Holy... I have no words. "So that letter we got... it was forged... a trap."

Caught by surprise, the captain turned. "A letter? I was with Master Neloth and Lord Fyr the last few days day and night and I never saw either writing a letter, but they have been expecting you. Lord Vivec's funeral was yesterday."

Oh, I missed it. "I... see. Enough talking. We're walking targets. Lead us to Neloth and Divayth Fyr and we'll see." I laid a command on the captain and he picked up pace, zig – zagging between the buildings as we climbed higher and higher, the pyres were and less and less until none came into our sight.

Captain of Ordinators led us into a small house, urging us to in. Once inside, it took some time for my eyes to adjust from the bright on the outside to the darkness. Was this a trap?

Massive magelight was cast, blindingly bright. Ondolemar gasped in surprise, when we saw Master Neloth, Divayth and... some unknown elf who looked like an altmer, except the face structure was foreign, no to mention his eyes...

"There you are! Finally, what took you so long?" Neloth asked of us.

Besides him, the strange elf stepped forward, eyes stopped at me for a moment, then it bore into Ondolemar. "So you're the replacement Eredin is after... interesting." He was staring at him like.. I don't know.

I stood between him and my lover. "Stop ogling my lover. What's your deal?"

The stranger chuckled. "Your lover is safe from me. I am Ge'els and I come from another world, I know it's hard to believe. Besides your world, Tamriel, there are many others. I am one of Aen Elle, also known as Alder Folk to...the less sophisticated. My friend, who is king in my world betrayed my trust and lied to me, killing our former king. He's always away, so I am his viceroy in Tir ná Lia... beg your pardon. You don't know what I am talking about, do you? I will put it this way – your lover is in mortal danger. King of Wild Hunt, Eredin has joined forces with your race of elves similar to ours, the Altmer, more precisely the Aldmeri Dominion, as I've been informed by these gentlemen." He shook his head in Neloth's and Divayth's direction briefly, before turning back to stare at us. "I've been informed of the treachery in this world by one house or is it House. Wild Hunt's king is and was the king of altmer for hundred and twenty five years and I didn't even know it. That's why he wasn't as often back as he should. Deception is his second name. He killed an elven sage I considered ally once, a witcher... again, you don't know that term, a "friend" then and the sage's ward killed herself to save her world from annihilation by a prophecy. So, Eredin needs someone who has the skills to relocate his massive forces in one go. He had his eyes on your lover for some time, after the Lady of Time and Space, Zireael as we Aen Elle called her, died to save us all. Your world, too was saved by her noble sacrifice. I've come with my forces to help, but then..."

We just stared blankly at the elf Ge'els, the flood of informations made my head spin. At least my upset stomach calmed down.

Divayth sighed. "House Dres has gone under. We need a distraction to enter the palace from the severs and take them by surprise. We cannot lose the heads of other Houses, not while Aldmeri Dominion and that Wild Hunt is marching on our doorstep. We have to act quickly. My friend, you and Ondolemar are the ones caught in the middle of this. You decide. We charge or make a distraction?"

Ge'els, Neloth, Divayth and the captain of Ordinators all blankly stared at us, waiting for my, or Ondolemar's response. Neither came as we gaped at them.

The strange elf of Aen Elle put a hand on my shoulder. "I am a strategist and I think a distraction is the safest bet. My men and some of those soldiers posted by the walls can take the severs. Only question is, who'll serve as the distraction?"

Ondolemar stepped forward, my heart fluttered in my chest. "I'll go. Together with Glorfindel. They are expecting us to come. They even sent us a fake letter to come to a council as guests."

Ge'els nodded. "Then you're set on your path. We'll give you five minutes before we sent out soldiers. We are also coming along. No objections?" He glanced at Neloth and Divayth who both looked like they saw better days, illuminated in the magelight, I saw they had deep circles under eyes. When was the last time they slept?

"No. The sooner, the better. We can unite and face the threat with numbers."

"But... if they are after me, I should leave Morrowind." Ondolemar protested. Ge'els shrugged. "Eredin is after this world. He wants it. Your appearance here isn't coincidental;neither is mine, but we share an enemy in Eredin and his Wild Hunt and Aldmeri Dominion. We must stop him and kill. He deserves no better for lying to our people and murdering our former king. He was once someone whom I counted among my trusted friends, but the sage and "friend" opened my eyes. Eredin was after a powerful artifact and you know what I am talking about. Your gift stems from that."

Did all diverse universes know about us and the Heart? ...From where?

"You are very well informed... sir viceroy. We have little time for idle chat. We'll talk later, after House Dres is taken care of." I moved towards the exit, waiting to hear Ondolemar's firm footsteps, but no one moved in the room except me. I glanced over my back long enough to see Divayth giving to my mage a... I have seen this before. A sigil stone? To let my slightly progressing irritation be known, I groaned out loud. That did it. Ondolemar turned on his heel, storing the sigil stone in one of his pouches very carefully.

With a bemused look, I walked out to the abandoned streets with my high elven lover following close behind as we ran to the mountain top, to the place where the Great Houses have hold council over the passing and fading ages. Rootspire.

I didn't know if this Ge'els could be trusted. But he was so similar to all high elves – haughty, confidence brimming from him like water from a spring, and also, deep wisdom. I had to ask, even knowing it was distracting; him and me both.

I stopped for a moment – we needed to catch our breath, so we hid behind a few crates with ash yams, panting. We slouched next to each other. "I wanted to ask about what that Aen Elle elf said. Have you ever seen your king back in Alinor?"

He was surprised – his pupils were so wide, but returned to normal soon. "You know my family didn't have an especially high standing. I got my rank of Commander later on. You know why. The fucking prophecy and Absolon's plot addled with fear. So no, I never saw the king in person. Only ones might have been Elenwen and Absolon and they are both dead."

"True, true... so no one we may know of could know. I hate being in the dark in such big events, but I guess we'll find out soon enough if that Eredin fellow is king of Third Aldmeri Dominion and that Ge'els' homeworld."

"Don't worry. We have massive help and unlike a month ago, we stand a fighting chance with an army. And if bad comes to worst; I'll protect you." Ondolemar's sultry voice and the squeeze of hands was enough to give me courage, facing the unknown. "I know you will, as will I do my damnest to keep you from harm."

He leaned in and pecked my lips. "The tower won't scale itself, let's go." Ondolemar rose up, holding a hand out for me. I took it, he helped me up and we made our way to the colossal gate of Rootspire, the gate was broken down with battering rams, scattered around the heavily damaged gate. We exchanged a confused look.

House Dres came prepared, from the looks of it. Time to step up our game, then.

We contemplated if we even should enter – the two of us alone, when someone grabbed onto my shoulder. I yelled out and Ondolemar plopped a hand over my mouth, muffling my girly reaction (damn it, I hate when someone does it). "Why are you standing here? We have to take command in there." Ge'els had appeared before us, in tow with Divayth and Neloth and four Ordinators, plus the captain.

I shook down Ge'els hand. "We were about to enter. Anyway, shouldn't you be taking the sewers?"

"No, too risky for just two. We'll storm the place together." Divayth said.

"The more the merrier!" I added and Neloth and Ge'el rewarded me with odd stares.

Awkward stares were interrupted by a dunmer running past us and nearly into me. We collided and the dunmer landed on top of me. "Ugh... who... are you?!" The woman stood up on her own feet, dusting herself off and begrudgingly stared at me as if I stood in her way on purpose. "Hm. Telvanni. I have had enough. I am of House Redoran, Nissale. I slipped away and some guard may be on the way to recapture me. Quickly, dispose of 'im!"

Guard in the plate of bonemold emerged from the darkened halls. I readied the Mace and Ondolemar the frost spell, but the guard was smashed through with a... spectral magic sword, held by the viceroy of Tir ná Lia, Ge'els. The woman was blushing severely as he laid the dead guard on the cold tiles. Then he proceeded to kiss her hand and she blushed even more madly. "Lady, you shall remain with me by the gate in the meantime. It's too dangerous for you to be alone."

She batted eyelashes at Ge'els and he smiled. "I... thank you. I'd like that... I mean, I don't mind staying with someone so strong and capable until the situation is under wraps... will you save my father and other heads of Houses?"

"That is why we're here, Lady. Once the area is secured, my friends will send someone to fetch us and we'll rejoin them and your father."

She nodded, still baffled with the viceroy. He's so suave. Women must be swooning as he passes in his homeworld.

Ondolemar snorted and grabbed onto my hand. "We've delayed long enough. We have a more serious matter to attend to. Get movin'!"

I happily obliged, getting sick at the sight of the dunmer woman who was starting to drool, holding onto Ge'els who seemingly enjoyed it. Now I snorted as we ventured deeper into the halls of Rootspire, the spiral tower of countless councils. This is where Neverar, his wife Almalexia, Lord Vivec and Lord Sotha Sil planned how to take on the Dwemer in the old, ancient past. In a moment, we'll be standing on that sort of historic space.

But first... to get rid of the last remnants of treacherous House Dres.

TO BE CONTINUED?

Translations: (used site Thu'umdotorg, so it might not be 100% accurate and I SUCK at Dragon language)

Paarthurnax:

"Nust los fin tahrovin Taazokaan fen luft fod Morrowind mah. Qahnaar niin. Fah zu'u ahrk fah hin reyliik, Dovahkiin." ( They are in danger Tamriel will face if Morrowind falls. Vanquish them. For me and for your people, Dragonborn.)

Glorfindel:

"Laat los bo fah fin Thalmor suleyksejun. Zu'u vaat nau dii zin ol aan dovah zu'u fen lost dii nahkriin fah hi, Paarthurnax." (End is coming for the Thalmor dominion. I swear on my honor as a dragon I will have my vengeance for you, Paarthurnax.)

Paarthurnax:

"Pruzah. Ruz dii dinok fen ni kos fah nid. Dovahkiin, hi lost aan ofan do Thu'um, kod nii wah viik hin hokoron. Zu'u fen mul hi naal dii rii se dii wuth zii. Ol do nu, hi loost fin du'ul se Thu'um suleykaar med neh us ahrk wah nid saraan. Daar los dii laat ofan, fahdon. Hi neh morah do zu'u ol do aan sunvaar, nuz aan mun. Zu'u fen morah fron se faal tiid mu sov nau Monahven.(Good. Then my death will not be for nothing. Dragonborn, you have a gift of Voice, use it to defeat your enemy. I will strengthen you with my essence of my old soul. As of now, you possess the power of Voice powerfully like never before and with no waiting. This is my last gift, friend. You never thought of me as of a monster, but a person. I will think kindly of the times we spent at Throat of the World. )