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Duty Bound

Camenon payed for Jenassa's horse and his own while Jayson bought one for Lydia. Jenassa never did like horses very much, so she hardly ever rode them. It took her several tries before she finally managed to get in the saddle. Camenon and Lydia, though, mounted with the ease of those well acquainted with riding. Jayson, on the other hand, had no horse at all. Jenassa was about to ask him about it when he began to whistle. It started quiet, then got louder. She didn't recognize the tune but he was undoubtedly whistling a song of some sort. When he finished he stood gazing into the distance, waiting. Once again, before she could inquire about his behavior, she was interrupted, this time by a horse neighing. Jayson smiled and whistled the tune again. The horse neighed again, this time it was closer. Coming towards them from east a white horse was racing towards them,or, more specifically, Jayson. As it closed in it slowed its pace down to a trot. The fine beast looked not the least bit winded from its sprint, but looked almost disappointed that it had to slow down. Jayson walked the last bit of distance between them and patted the horse on the nose, to which the horse nuzzled him affectionately. Jayson laughed and wrapped his arms around the horse's neck. He spoke to the horse in a tongue that Jenassa didn't understand, but Camenon seemed to.

"Novem tibi vivere alleluia. Timui enim te, qui coepit in insidiis homicidae." Jenassa barely heard Camenon speaking to himself under his breath.

"Interesting. A long time since I've heard ancient Atmoran."

The horse neighed indignantly, as if it had just been offended by the statement. Jenassa was impressed that Jayson knew a dead language, and that the horse seemed to react to what was said. Jayson turned his attention back to his companions.

"This is Bree, finest of all Tamrielic breed."

"He is a beautiful horse." Jenassa admitted. She wondered though if the horse could keep pace with their own. While Bree was sleekly built he didn't quite have the muscle that the Skyrim ones did. "But can he keep up?"

Jayson barked a short laugh and swung smoothly onto Bree's back, which was saddleless.

"Let's find out! Vade!"

Bree shot forward like a lighting bolt, startling Lydia and Jenassa for a moment. Camenon, on the other hand, seemed to have anticipated such a move. His horse bolted at almost the same time as Bree. Lydia and Jenassa looked at each other with mischievous smiles on their faces.

"Hiyah!" They commanded in unison. Their horses obeyed shooting forward with all the speed they could muster. They quickly caught up with Camenon and the three battled to get ahead of the other. But none could match Bree. None could pass him, for if they got too close, he put on just enough speed to stay ahead. Even though she was an inexperienced rider, Jenassa managed to keep up with Lydia, who was just behind Camenon. To avoid running the horses to the ground, they were forced to slow their steads. While the other horses tired, Bree didn't even look winded. Jayson looked back at them with a smug look on his face. They rode in blissful serenity for the next hours, idle conversation going between them. Lydia broke the chatter when she directed a question to Jayson.

"My thane, what do you intend to do in Solitude?"

"I've been neglecting my duty as a soldier. Protocol would dictate that I should've gone straight to Solitude after I survived Helgen, but I thought the situation in Whiterun demanded my immediate attention." Lydia digested the information for a moment then spoke again.

"Do you have a family sir?" Jenassa instantly began listening intently. she knew little of Jayson and was eager to learn what she could.

"Aye, my father and mother live Morrowind in the city of Blacklight." The answer caught Jenassa by surprise. His family cust have been wealthy to live the capital of Morrowind. "My father is a retired soldier, fought in the Great War as a legate. He met my mom sometime after. A beautiful Bosmer and the best mother one could aske for."

"No siblings?" Camenon asked. Jayson hesitated before answering.

"No… no siblings."

"The dark elves must respect him greatly to allow him to live in the capital." Camenon stated. To which Jayson nodded.

"He saved an entire Dunmer village from a large bandit siege. he's also spent much of his personal wealth helping rebuild Morrowind." Jayson laughed. "He's almost attained sainthood to some."

"Why did you leave?" Jenassa asked. Jayson looked back, not understanding. "You had wealth, influence, fame; why'd you leave all that to become a soldier and sellsword?"

"I wanted to forge my own name into history. Everything I had was because of what my father did. I didn't deserve it, I didn't earn it." Jayson looked eastward, a faraway look in his eye. "I want to be remembered because of what I did, not what others have."

"Well, you've gotten that, being Dovahkiin throws into legend." Lydia noted.

"I still didn't do anything to earn that title."

"Well, you did slay a dragon." Lydia replied, to which Jayson shrugged.

"I bet all the beautiful elven maidens were fighting to have a piece of you." Camenon said with a sly smile. Jayson replied in kind.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Both men laughed aloud. Lydia and Jenassa rolled their eyes. After a few more jokes Jayson decided that it was time to set up camp for the night. They had abandoned the roads for the sake of speed. What food they had they passed around and tore at ravenously, as the horses ate grass at a more leisurely pace.

"If we set out as the sun rises we'll reach Solitude by late morning." Camenon estimated.

"Works for me, sleep lightly." Everyone nodded agreement then rolled out their fur blankets onto the ground. As they did Jenassa took notice of Jayson's sword again.

"What's the story behind your sword?" She asked him.

"There are lots of stories behind it and if I told you every one of them we'd be here 'til next year." He placed his sword next to his blankets before he laid down on them. Jenassa pressed further.

"Does it have a name."

"Blood." Jayson replied bluntly.

"An odd name for a sword."

Jayson shrugged. "Perhaps, but a fitting name none the less."

"How so?"

"It was said to have been dipped in the blood of a dragon, which gave it its color and name."

"Makes sense, is that why it glows as well?"

"I don't know."

One question still eluded her. "Why does it have no sheath?"

"Its sheath was lost during my great-great-grandfather's time and hasn't been seen since." Jayson rolled onto his side, placing his back towards Jenassa, ending 'story time.' Jenassa noticed that Lydia and Camenon were already fast asleep so with a tired sigh she followed suite and soon entered the realm of the subconscious.

Late that night Camenon stirred in his sleep. Slowly, he opened one eye half-way, making sure everyone was alseep. Quietly, he rose to his feet and left camp careful not to leave any footprints. Nearby, a young deer grazed unaware of the danger it was in. Using a quick spell, Camenon became completely invisible. With practiced ease he stalked ever closer to the young buck. the deer's head shot up, its ears twitching in the dark, its nose sniffing at the breeze. Camenon froze, not daring to even breath. Convinced the danger was passed, the deer resumed eating. In one swift motion Camenon pounced upon the deer and snapped its neck. With the dead deer's head in his hands, Camenon sank his pointed teeth into its neck. His eyes flashed golden as the deer's blood was greedily sucked from its body. Camenon wiped the blood from his mouth once he finished. Then, with inhuman strength he tore the dear apart. it was grim work but it was soon finished. He stood back, admiring his handiwork. Anyone who would happen to walk by and notice the corpse would think that wild animals had killed it. His midnight escapade complete he returned to camp and slept the rest of the night. Animal blood was no replacement for human blood, but it would sate his thirst for now.

Marc had run the entire night, stopping only to drink before charging westward once again. Duty drove self induced marathon led him deep into the Druadach Mountains in the Reach. By the time made it to his destination, his head pounded mercilessly and his lungs felt set to explode at any time. He leaned against a tree and allowed himself a moments rest before he entered a hidden cave. The cave was long and empty with nothing of mention within it. Though it looked unused and uninhabited, MArc made sure to leave as few tracks as possible. The ave opened up to a dead end, or so it would seem. Marc walked to a portion of the earthen wall. He placed his hand on one rock, then another. Soon, a path opened up in the wall. He walked through then the door closed behind him, leaving no evidence of its existence. As he walked the path changed into a more unusual style. It was older than nordic, much, much older. The path ended again, but this time in front of a large iron door. In front of the door were two warriors in complete ebony armor and two huskies armored in similar attire. Marc pulled back his hood when the warriors reached for their weapons. The huskies did not move, for they recognized his scent. The guards nodded their recognition and allowed him to pass unhindered through the great doors. A great hall, with half a dozen tables greeted his vision. At each table men and women of every race ate and talked together. Each had the face of a seasoned warrior, ready to kill at a moments notice, but partial to times of peace and relaxation. Quickly he found a grey haired nord in old armor, who was talking to an orc of massive build. When the old man noticed Marc he greeted him warmly then frowned.

"What are you doing here? You were stationed to southern Whiterun Hold weren't you? And why do you look like you just ran from the Imperial City to here nonstop?"

"The Dovahkiin, sir. He has come."

The morning sun rose on the horizon. Jenassa woke slowly, her body slowly beginning to wake up with her. She opened her eyes and saw Jayson was no longer sleeping on his fur blankets. She raised her head and looked around. Lydia and Camenon still slept, but Jayson stood at the edge of camp, looking eastward towards the rising sun. Jenassa rose to her feet and walked up next to him. He acknowledged her presence with a quick glance but then continued looking eastward.

"Do you always rise early?" She asked him.

"Aye, most every day. Never want to miss the sunrise."

"It is beautiful." She admitted.

"Yes, but that's not why I rise."

She turned to him, eyebrow raised. "Then why?"

"Because eastward is home, eastward is Morrowind. And because of something my mother said to me just before I left home."

"What did she say."

"'No matter what happens, no matter how bad it seems, no matter what devastation visits the world; the sun will rise all the same. Look to the east, my son. Know we will always be looking westward. So every morning we will be looking to each other.'"

"'Tis wise advice."

"Mother did always have a tendency to spout such wisdom."

When Lydia and Camenon awoke, they saw two silhouettes staring into the sunrise. Like two ancient sentinels of a lost age.

Gutlokmiin flew faster than the hawk could fly, his wings beating the air at a liesurely pace. As he flew he contemplated his plans. First, he would gather his hidden allies that were among the ranks of the world-eaters army. Alduin had been to arrogant to see that there had always been a small group of dragons that saught his downfall. It was this small sect that the ancient red dragon led. They had never openly challenged him, for none had the power to do so. But now that the Dovahkiin had come, they now had means to defeat the black dragon. Soon the true golden age of the dov would come. Where they could once more roam the sky freely, as they saw fit, not as a tyrant did.

A/N: Ha! Ha! I'm back! I thought it was about time to reveal something of Jayson's history. I know it's not much but I hope it will keep you satisfied for now. Questions? Concerns? Compliments? Ideas? Post them in the review section, it's how I get better.

P.S. If your wondering why there is no Ask Camenon section, I decided it didn't fit, there was a lack of feedback, and that it wasn't really that funny. If you want it reappear, send in PM and I might be able to get it to work.

Dov: Dragonkind

Novem tibi vivere alleluia. Timui enim te, qui coepit in insidiis homicidae: Thank the nine you live. I feared I lost you in the murderer's ambush.

Ancient Atmoran/Latin

Atmora: Continent north of Tamriel. Believed where the nords first came from. Now uninhabitable, for it's stuck in a permanent 'ice age'.