WOW it's been some time since I posted something here. I had an extreme case of writer's block, and then I lost the zip drive with the story on it for a while. Butm better now then never. Here we are with the third installment of Talis' journeys, this time taking her off of Skyrim's shores and onto the island of Solsthiem. As I said in the other two, I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS BELONGING TO THE ELDER SCROLLS SERIES! Enjoy reading this.

Chapter 1: Another Dragonborn.

The plains of Whiterun...

The elk was in her sights. Talis drew Riikreinjun and took one of her arrows. She took a deep breath as she took aim. She fired the arrow and hit the animal. He went down before he even knew he was being hunted.

"Nice shot." A male voice came from behind. Talis smiled as her lover, Tymvir Stormcloak, walked up behind. They ran up to the fallen elk. "Wow. He's a big one." The Nords stared at their prey. "A thought just occurred to me; how are we going to get it back to Whiterun?" He looked at Talis. "You wouldn't have happened to be working on conjuration magic while I wasn't looking, did you?"

"Nope, but luckily for us, one magic I did master was enchanting." Talis said. She reached into her knapsack and placed her Dragonscale Gauntlets and Boots inside, and took out an ordinary pair of boots and leather bracers. Talis approached the elk and lifted it over her shoulders. Tymvir just stared in shock at the sight. "Enchanted bracers and boots. They increase my physical strength." She began to walk back to their home in Whiterun.

Tymvir just stared for a moment. "I need to get some of those."

Breezehome, Whiterun...

Talis placed down her bowl, finishing the venison stew she made. "That was a good meal." Talis said. It was nice to have some alone time with Tymvir. It's been two weeks since Harkon was slain. Serana was adjusting to a vampire free lifestyle, and while Vampires were no longer bold enough to attack the cities, the Dawnguard was still quite busy. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Were you expecting someone?" Tymvir asked.

"No. You?" Talis asked back. Tymvir just shook his head. Talis approached the door and opened it. Standing in the doorway were two strangers, one male and one female. They were dressed in brown robes and wore strange white masks. They looked like they belonged on some insect. Talis could tell that whoever they were, they weren't from Skyrim. "Hello? Can I help you?"

"You're the one they call Dragonborn?" the female said.

Talis began to grasp Dovkaalkrine's hilt. "Yes. I'm Dovahkiin Talis Winter-Blood."

"Your lies fall on deaf ears Deceiver. The true Dragonborn comes….you are but his shadow." The stranger began to say.

Talis glared at the stranger. "What the fuck did you just say?!"

"When Lord Mirrak appears all shall bare witness. None shall stand to oppose him!" The second stranger proclaimed.

The duo readied magic in their hands. Talis drew Dovkaalkrein and Tymvir rushed to her side and drew Kodaavhun. Talis impaled the stranger who pissed her off. "How's that for a 'false' Dragonborn?" She withdrew the blade, and saw Tymvir Stormcloak take Kodaavhun out of his foe. The Dragonborn reached down and pulled off the mask. It revealed a female Dunmer. "Why did these guys attack me? And who is this Mirrak?" Talis asked. She began to dig around the body, taking a piece of paper. She opened it and read it out loud.

"Board the vessel Northern Maiden docked at Raven Rock. Take it to Windhelm, and then begin your search. Kill the False Dragonborn known as Talis Winter-Blood before she reaches Solstheim. Return with word of your success, and Miraak shall be most pleased."

A few Stormcloak guardsmen ran up to them. "Stormblade, Prince Tymvir, are you alright?" The two nodded. Everyone then heard a roar in the skies. "DRAGON!" One of the guards screamed. Talis gripped Dovkaalkrein's hilt. They kept their eyes on the skies. They saw a red dragon land on top of Breezehome. "It's the Dragon from before! The one we trapped!" Talis recognized the Dragon. They met quite some time ago.

"Odahviing!" Talis called out. She turned to the Stormcloaks. "Sheathe your weapons! Put back your arrows!" Talis called out. The Stormcloaks listened to their war hero. She turned her attention back to the red Dragon. "Drem Yol Lok, Odahviing."

"Drem Yol Lok, Thuri. I have come to give you a warning. There seems to be someone issuing a jur, a challenge, to you." Odahviing told the Dovahkiin.

"Hmm. I expected that some Dragons would want to challenge my lordship, just as I did Alduin's." Talis said while crossing her arms. "Let them come. I know how to handle Dragons, as you can testify."

"Actually, the one calling for the challenge isn't a Dragon. Well, not in the sense as myself or the Old One are." Odahviing told Talis.

"So that leaves just one option." She looked at the note she took off of the Cultist. "Could it have something to do this Miraak?" She turned back to Odahviing. "Thanks for telling me." The red dragon bowed his head and took off, flying back into the skies of Tamriel."

Tymvir walked to Talis' side. "Let me guess: you want to go to Solstheim." Tymvir said.

"Am I that predictable?" Talis said. "I'm going there to show this Miraak who the false Dragonborn really is."

The Throat of the World…

"I wonder how many times I have climbed this mountain." Talis said as she walked closer to the peak of the Throat of the World. Before leaving Whiterun with Tymvir, he received a summons from his father, High King Ulfric. They decided to part ways in Iverstead and Talis went on alone.

Talis approached the Word Wall and saw the Dragon, Paarthurnax, leader of the Greybeards. "Drem Yol Lok Dovahkiin Talis." The eldest Dragon spoke.

"Drem Yol Lok In Paarthrunax." Talis responded. "I need to talk to you about something."

"And this something wouldn't have to do with Miraak, now would it?" Paarthurnax asked.

"Boy, you always seem to know about why I come here." Talis remarked. "Yes. Some Dunmer from his cult came to Skyrim and attacked me, calling me a false Dragonborn. Is this Miraak really one too?"

"Indeed he is. He was the Diist Dovahkiin." Paarthurnax said.

"I thought the First Dragonborn was Saint Alessia." Talis said.

"Before her came Miraak, and Alessia wasn't Dragonborn in the sense that you and Miraak are, she acquired her power from the kiid, the pact she made with our father Akatosh." The eldest Dragon said.

"What an interesting history lesson. Can we get back to Miraak?" Talis asked.

"We should. He was a Dovahkiin from the island of Solstheim. He was once one of the Dragon Priests. However, he turned on us. Before they created Dragonrend, Hakon and the others asked him to aid them in their fight against Alduin. He refused."

"Jackass." Talis said under her breath.

"He is definitely not an opponent for you to underestimate. He may only appear in Tamriel for an extremely short period of time, but I can still sense his power. He is stronger than even dii zeymah, my brother."

"Stronger than Alduin, huh." Talis said to herself. "He's a challenge I'm willing to face. Is there anything else you can tell me about him?"

Paarthurnax sighed. "No there is no. If you wish to learn more about him, you must seek the answers that wait at Solstheim, as I'm sure you're planning."

"You know me too well." Talis said.

"Take care of yourself. And remember, the Dragonblood is strong in you." Paarthurnax said before flying back to the peak of the mountain. Talis began her decent from the mountain.

Windhelm…

Talis was sleeping in the home she owned, Harjim. She heard the doors opening and ran downstairs. Tymvir was closing the door. "So, what did Ulfric want?"

Tymvir looked at Talis, a solemn look on his face. He sighed. "A few representatives from Hammerfell are coming to Windhelm to speak with my father, most likely about an alliance against the Thalmor. My father wants me to be there with him."

Talis got the message, and a frown formed on her face. "Oh…so you can't come with me."

Tymvir walked up to her. "Believe me, I want to. Where you go, I go. Remember?" Tymvir said, placing his arms around Talis. "But right now, I can't leave Skyrim."

Talis placed her hand on his cheek. "I understand. I don't like it, but I understand." Her hands drifted from his face into his own hands. "On another note, I have yet another reason not to die on Solstheim. I need to come back to tell you about my adventures over there."

Tymivr smiled and pulled Talis closer to him. Their faces grew closer to each other, their noses almost touching, as if they were sharing the same breath. Tymvir pulled her in and their lips quickly touched. "I love you."

"I love you too." Talis pulled Tymvir into another kiss, but this one wasn't so quick. There was a heat forming between the two of them, each other stealing breath from each other as they gasped for breath between their lips meeting and parting. When they finished, they parted for the bedroom, stripped, and fell asleep, entangled in each other for the last time for a while.

The next day…

Talis and Tymvir stood before the Northern Maiden at the Windhelm docks. After some convincing, the captain of the Northern Maiden agreed to take Talis to Solstheim. Tymvir embraced the Dragonborn, leaving to face her closest kin. "Don't do anything reckless."

"I won't." Talis said. "Take care of yourself while I'm gone." They shared one last quick kiss. Talis let go of his hand and ran onto the Northern Maiden. They then cast off. Talis continued looking at Tymvir who was still waving goodbye as the ship grew farther and farther away, leaving Skyrim and heading for Soltheim…heading for Miraak.