No author's note. (FINALLY!) BTW Ladia's POV .
Serana dusted her black dress off and adjusted the gold scroll on her lean back.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Ladia." Ladia said.
The vampire nodded, "And you?" She asked Lorundil.
"Lorundil." He said.
"What year is it?" She asked, groggily.
"Fourth Era, 224." Ladia explained to the confused woman.
She still seemed confused as if she was a woman out of her time.
"Is... is that a Elder Scroll?" Asked Ladia, curiously.
"Yes." Serana murmured.
"Why do you have it? Where are you from?"
Lorundil glared at her to stop.
"I need you to help me. I'm, you could said, out of my time. I need to get to my father." Serana explained.
"Where do you need to go?" Asked Lorundil.
"North, by High Rock." She said.
Lorundil nodded, "Let's go."
One hour later...
The group had made camp near the old fort Northwatch. Smoke rose into the dark sky. The ocean lapped at the black shore. Ladia laid in her mat staring at the sky. She thought about earlier. She thought about her brother...
"Ladia! Hurry up will you!" Yelled the young man chasing Ladia.
His blond hair was held in a ponytail and a small beard was starting grow. His green eyes sparkling with happiness. They ran around in the stone dock in Windhem. Soft snow floated down. Ladia ran holding her green dress up so she wouldn't trip on the fine skirt.
"Brandrel!" She yelled in joy.
He laughed, " Come on!
They ran, dunking under the Argonains and sprinted up the stone steps leading to the city.
"Come on Ladia. We need to get home." Brandrel said running up to the small girl.
Ladia turned and nodded. The weather was turning sour and snow was falling faster. The two siblings ran to The Palace of The Kings to their father Ulfric Stormcloak. They ran into the palace tracking the fresh fallen snow into the grand hall.
"Children." The blond haired Nord said.
"Father." Brandrel said bowing to his father the High King.
Ladia bow politely and then ran to hug her father. He laugh, a mighty bellow of a laugh. Their mother Queen River Song came into the hall, she was a beautiful Breton with short curly reddish brown hair and brown eyes. She hugged her children tightly.
"Brandrel, you need to pack you're leaving in the morning." River Song said to her son.
"He'll have plenty of time to do that later, but for now we will feast!" Yelled Ulfric. "Jorleif! Go get Irbran from his room!"
Ladia watched as Josleif went to fetch her brother, "Father, does Irbran have to be here? He'll spoil the fun and he'd rather stay in his room anyway." She asked.
"Don't worry, it's Brandrel's last feast he'll be fine." Ulfric said.
The steward came into the grand hall with a boy at his heels. The boy was small for his age of sixteen winters. He had red/brown hair like his mother and gray/blue eyes. He clutched a book of spells that his mother had given him.
"There you are, Irbran! Now let the feast begin!" Ulfric yelled merrily.
Servants came flooding in carrying plates of delicious food. The Royal Family sat at the long table. They laugh and had a wonderful time.
Ladia snapped awake, the sun was shining and Lorundil was up. He was sitting on a rock eating a loaf of bread. Ladia got up and put on her boots. She walked and sat next to Lorundil.
"Um... How did you sleep?" She asked.
"Fine." He said, staring at the sea.
Ladia stared at her boots.
Stop! You need to break that habit! She thought angrily.
"So what's you parents name?" She asked, looking up quickly.
"Calman and Tibdin." Lorundil said.
"My mother's name is Ri... Riane."
"Forgot your mother's name?" He said raising an eyebrow.
"No, it's just..." Ladia was cut off by Serana.
She came marching out of her tent, "Let's go before it rains." She said pointing at the dark clouds.
Lorundil nodded and grabbed his bag. Serana walked along the long shore with the other two following her.
"We're here." Serana said next to a small dock.
"This is your home?" Asked Ladia.
"No, this leads to my home. See it's right there." Serana said impatiently pointing at a dark shape raising out of the sea.
"Sorry." Ladia muttered.
They got into the small rowboat and left to the island.
The 'Home' of Serana was a huge castle. The gray clouds made the grand castle look evil. A large bridge spanned the gray ocean. Serana led Ladia and Lorundil next to the large gate. A pale, old man came up to the gate.
"Who are y... Serana is that you? Come, come in." He said gruffly and opened the gate.
Serana bobbed her head and went into the castle.
They walked in and were greeted by two lovely Gargoyles. Ladia slowly walked up the balcony over looking the feasting hall of the vampires, it was beautiful and disgusting at the same time. A pale white carpet sat in the middle of the large room, long tables laid next to the carpet and blood was everywhere. A vampire sat in a small gold throne in front of the tables. One of the blood suckers came, outraged, up the stairs leading to the balcony.
"What in Nirn... Serana!" The man said in surprise.
She smiled at him and walked down the stairs.
"Serana! Do you have the Elder Scroll?" The vampire that was sitting on the throne had come up to Serana.
"I've been gone for who knows how long and all you're cared about in the stupid Scroll!" Serana said coolly.
"My daughter, I am very glad to see you. But who are this humans you have brought into our home?" He said giving Ladia and Lorundil killer looks.
"These people saved me and did more for me in a day then you've ever done in years." Serana said sharply.
The vampire turned towards the other two.
"My name is Lord Harkon and yours?" Harkon asked them.
"Ladia." Ladia said.
Lorundil placed his hand on his dagger, "Lorundil."
"Or is it." Harkon said smiling at them.
Lorundil stepped back.
"And you, daughter of The Dovahkiin, you're a rebel. You lost your brother..."
"Stop! Stop it now!" Ladia growled.
"Father, is this really necessary?" Serana said.
Harkon ignored them both, "Lorundil, you've got a bigger story."
"Stop, Vampire." Lorundil snarled.
He chuckled, "Fine, now about your reward..."
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