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Vilkas put Lyra down in his bed silently, his eyes searching her face as he heard Gwen hastily milling herbs together and preparing potions. She asked him to get her a certain flower and he turned a cold gaze to her.
"I don't know about flowers." He snapped and she sighed.
"It's the one I talked to you about all throughout that hunt. I told you that you might need that information one day!"
Farkas let out a small chuckle at that.
Aela ended up handing her everything she needed and soon Gwen was hovering over Lyra, making her drink the potion she just made. Soon as they were certain that she was not chocking on the drink Gwen shut her eyes, her magic coming to her hands as she moved it over the Lyra's unmoving form.
The companions watched her in silence as she gulped down magicka potions and continued working without a word.
It was 20 minutes later that her hands finally dropped and she fell into a nearby chair, Farkas leaned forward placing a large hand on her knee and she gave him a strained smile.
"So…" Aela spoke softly… "You know about us…but we don't know about you…or how you know."
Skjor scowled in agreement. "Or why we should even trust you…we just risked our necks."
Aela settled a hand on his arm but he shrugged her off, Kodlak merely looked at Gwen in silence, motioning for her to speak.
"Lyra and I…have a long history…its confusing." Gwen began in a soft voice…reaching over to brush hair out of Lyra's face.
"She is…what we call a guardian. My guardian…it's a duty her family has had for years, each new generation…protects the new generation of my family."
Gwen looked at them. "My family is…noble I guess you could say, we are experienced in our magic, different strands that only we know. Each newborn has a different ability from another. We need protection because some wish to take this knowledge from us…"
Vilkas gave a scowl. "Fantastic."
Kodlack shushed him and Gwen continued.
"Lyra was anointed as my guardian…and my brothers. We are twins…me and…Auren." Gwen shut her eyes. "I have the ability…manipulate space, and auren has the ability to drain energy from others."
"Then there was Lyra, it was her job to keep us safe, Guardians are placed through rigorous training in every aspect of combat, bows, swords, daggers, magic. You name it they learned it. It took years…but they are also…altered."
Vilkas's brows furrowed. "What do you mean by that?" his voice was a growl.
"They are taken through magical rituals, it increases their senses…their hearing, sight, smell taste…even touch. It gives them the capability to see people for what they really are. An aura about them, to see if they are a danger to those they fight to protect."
"Lyra protected me and Auren for years…but Auren slowly…started craving more power, Lyra could sense the danger, but she didn't suspect it was from the one she lived to fight for."
Gwen clenched her eyes shut...shuddering. "We realized it to late…Auren burnt the town down. He drained every mage of their magic, powering his own spells…and then he came for me. Lyra was stuck, she could not attack Auren, nor could she let him hurt me."
Farkas frowned at this. "Why couldn't she attack him?"
Gwen gave him a pained smile, opening her eyes. "Guardians are linked to those they protect. Its more than just an oath…it's a bond, forged through blood and magic. She can't attack Auren…if she does the link would break and Lyra would die. It is not something their family takes lightly; my family is forever in debt to hers."
Gwen looked down at her hands, turning them and murmuring words in a language they didn't understand. She sighed.
"But Auren killed them, unable to fight him…Lyra did what she could to protect us both…she took me…and ran. Her father held Auren and his allies off while we escaped…she lost everything. Just because she wanted to protect me."
"Because she had no choice but to…Lyra hates running…she lives to fight. It's all she knows how to do."
Gwen put her face into her hands, shaking her head. Lyra's breathing was even now, though she did not wake, the dark circles under her eyes were even fading.
The companions were all very silent, Kodlack had his calm expression in place and Vilkas was scowling…Farkas looked confused (As usual,) Aela was rubbing her head….and Skjor just seemed annoyed.
Gwen raised her head and stared at them. "We've been running for 5 years…I owe her everything…Please…please don't tell anyone about us. The only reason we know about you is because of the guardian rituals Lyra took. She isn't going to hurt anyone unless she thinks they are a threat to us."
Kodlack smiled softly….a fatherly look on his face. "I offer you protection here, the silver hand…is our enemy, and now that they think you are one of us? I will not throw you to the streets where they could take you again."
Gwen's face lit up in relief, Until Vilkas stood to his feet with a glare in her direction.
"Master how could you say that? They'll only bring more danger to us. The mage can't even fight." His finger swung out to point at Gwen, who flinched back.
Kodlack looked at Vilkas calmly. "Maybe she can't…But Lyra can."
Vilkas opened his mouth to protest. But Aela interrupted him.
"Vilkas, you can fight this all you want. You can pretend you want them to be hurt. But we all know you're lying. If you're worried expression when Lyra went missing wasn't enough, the fact that you wouldn't let anyone touch her on the way back. And kept looking down at her with a longing look, stop lying to us…but also stop lying to yourself."
Vilkas glared at Aela but another voice broke the silence that followed her words.
Lyra's voice from behind Vilkas spoke, sharp and cold.
"What?"
Vilkas clenched his hands into fist and shut his eyes.
Skjor let out a low whistle and muttered to Vilkas.
"Little wolf…you are screwed."
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