Chapter 7

(Dante's pov)

1 hour later at Jorrvaskr.

As I was having some rest, I was having this rather disturbed dream (though it didn't seem much of dream seemed more like a vision)...I find myself in the hunting ground as a werewolf(Yeah my character is a werewolf as if him as a Companion wasn't obvious enough)...chained to the ground...surrounded by the dense fog of the woodland...and there he was...Hircine. The daedric prince of the hunt. I was helpless to his control...unable to resist like a dog who listens to his master every word...as he releases me from the chains...I...I don't know what happened next nor do I know what has come over me...things happened so fast that it's all a blur to me and the only thing I heard...was a poor mortal's screams of agony...

Of course a dream like that woke me up only to see my 19 year old son and daughter, M'Do and Ko'Ma, looking at me shocked to see me panting in fear. Yeah...now I see why I can never get well rested. Hircine giving me nightmares! Asshole!

"Father? Are you having one of your bad dreams?" Ko'Ma asks as she sits in front of me with M'Do.

"Yeah..." I sighed.

"Farkas and the others were worried about you and wanted us to check on you. How are you feeling?"

Like I was hit by a truck...

"Like a troll knocked some sense into me...what's going on?"

"Grandpa bought an Imperial here to join the Companions..." Ko'Ma said.

"And?" I asked rather eager for an answer.

"He accepted Grandpa's offer in joining the Companions."

"Good. That's what I liked to hear." I smiled.

"You know him?" Ko'Ma asks me.

"He saved my life from the dragon that attacked the west watchtower. I owe him my life for saving me. You can trust him...he's a good man." I sighed as I looked at my damaged armor.

I'm seriously going to get myself a new ebony armor...going straight to my bill if Eorlund saw the damage on that armor...sarcasm...

(Carter's pov)

20 minutes earlier

I now earned the title of thane of Whiterun when I told Balgruuf that I slayed the dragon and becoming the Dragonborn. I bought a home in Whiterun(along with some decorations cause let's face it...it ain't a house if doesn't have good interior decorations and furniture...) and was given a steel great sword that has a nice frost enchantment. Shame I didn't want to bring Lydia along when I told her no cause I have a better ally who could kick major ass. So I went to meet Do'Ja's father at Jorrvaskr and I see him looking at me as he finished eating his bread.

"Glad you arrived. I am Ja'ri. Do'Ja's father. You must be Carver he told me about." He said.

Huh...guess my name is being remembered by the people of Whiterun cause of me being the Dragonborn.

"You wanted to talk?"

"Yes. My son tells me that you are the Dragonborn. Normally I would just shrug it off cause I thought he was drinking too much mead like he would sometimes do to calm his nerves but judging on his condition...this seems serious. So tell me...did you really slay the dragon that tried to kill my son?"

"Yes however I could not have done it if it weren't for your son's help. He brought that dragon down from the sky with his magic and I finished it off with a final blow to the dragon's head. I absorbed it's power turning the dragon into bones.

He seems surprised to hear that as he got off his chair.

"Just as the Nordic tales foretold...only the Dragonborn can kill a dragon and steal it's power..."

I nod as he starts to think more then looks at me seriously.

"Listen...I'll get straight to the point. My son has told me great things about you and from what you did to save my son...I offer you a place in Jorrvaskr as a Companion...a shield brother."

"Don't I need to tell the leader if I were to join the Companions?"

He chuckles a bit and I looked at him confused.

"You're talking to one."

"You?"

"What? Were you expecting a smooth skin? Another Nord? I'm the new Harbinger of the Companions."

So Kodlak died from the silver hand...well the Game Master did say I should expect the unexpected so I shouldn't be too surprised.

"So...will you join us?" He asks.

"Of course." I nod.

"Excellent. My son will be glad to see you be part of our family. Farkas!"

Farkas rushes next to Ja'ri as Ja'ri drank some of his wine from a goblet.

"Yes?"

"Show this new blood his quarters."

"You must be Do'Ja's savior he told me about. Thank you for that. He can be stubborn when it comes to fights. This way..."

I followed Farkas down the stairs to the lower floor of Jorrvaskr and I hear...

"Drink this, Do'Ja." I heard a female Khajiit.

"Ugh...Fine...Bleech...tastes like giant toe. You sure this medicine will help me, S'Ko?" Do'Ja asks rather disgusted.

If healing potions tasted that bad, I would probably hate how other potions taste like. Anyway, Farkas takes me to my quarters and for maybe about 1 hour I hear Do'Ja saying.

"What a pleasant surprise to see my savior joining the Companions." He said with a chuckle.

I quickly turn around and I see Do'Ja crossing his arms without his Ebony chest plate on (that dude is about as built a Nord!) as his wounds is getting better by the minute.

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Heh...you don't know my wife. When I said she's a better healer, I meant she could treat my wounds professionally." He smirked.

"So how long will you be back in action?"

"About a day or two. But don't let me prevent you from your duties as a Companion." He chuckled.

"And what duties do we have to do?"

"Oh it's pretty simple. A client tells us any dangerous situations like killing monsters like vampires, exterminating animals that terrorize civilians and my favorite exploring ruins to retrieve an artifact for the client. It's dangerous but can be exciting once you get the hang of it."

Like The fighter's guild...

"Interesting. So who do I go to meet to do those kinds of jobs?" I asked.

"My father and other Companion members should give you jobs if you are ever interested in getting some coin. Just a friendly reminder...there's going to be a situation where things can get...out of hand. So be prepared if that situation ever occurs."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Good. Don't worry. This Khajiit will aid you once he has a nice cat nap."

Oh my god...I swear Khajiits make the weirdest remarks that's cat related...

*Fallout 4 has won the poll. I'll be sure to get the second Chapter of the side story up and going.*