*Whoop de doo. A new chapter. 'Yay.'
Chapter 9
Two days had passed since the incident at the vampire's cave. The mercenaries were hospitalized, being taken care of the finest healers of the College. And Nirn kept close watch on them, while awaiting orders from the mercenaries' employers.
"They should be fine soon. I think that this would be the last day of the treatment." A healer told her.
Nirn nodded in appreciation.
The citizens of Winterhold were still quite in shock after seeing the pale-faced Nirn rush towards the Jarl's longhouse, asking for immediate assistance. With the remainder of some troops, they retrieved the injured mercenaries, and the remains of the soldiers. Many mourned for their losses.
Healing the mercenaries was no easy task either. Most of the mages at the college did not study the art of restoration enough to be considered a verified healer, except very few. So the treatment was done with a combination of alchemy and healing magic. All of them had bones that were shattered into pieces, bruises that gave pain even to those who merely looked at them.
'The wounds will heal… But not their pride…' Nirn thought.
She sighed and sank into her chair. She had failed.
Being a member of the Psijic order, she had been given the task to retrieve Azura's star which had somehow got lost during its transportation to the shrine of Azura. However, her superiors had ordered her to acquire the help of others, so she had decided to hire some of the most powerful mercenaries in Skyrim. As a backup plan, she had also called the Jarl's men, in case things would go awry. She did not simply expect to come face to face with such a powerful being.
Suddenly, the world around her seemed to change its color, and feel heavy. Magic was in the air.
She felt a hand on the shoulder to see her superior and friend, Nerein standing behind her.
She bit her lip and looked up at him.
"I failed." Her voice cracked slightly. She hoped he wouldn't notice.
"You haven't. Yet." He replied.
"But… The mage got away with the star… And he killed all those people…"
Nerein paused before he spoke. "That was… inevitable. Now your job is to change the dark future we have foreseen."
"Why did you choose me to do such an important task? Why didn't you do it, Nerein? I'm not even officially part of the Order yet…" He voice was shaking heavily now, but she did not care.
Nerein sighed heavily.
"We tried. But you know how the order is… Busy… We try to shape the history to the best scenario possible, with our limited amount of members. You know this."
She nodded in silence. She did know this. But she felt hopeless and weak, and guilt filled her heart. When she first stepped out of the cave, she saw the dust and smelt the blood in the wind. She instantly realized what had happened, and her fear almost gave her a heart attack.
Nerein began twitching slightly, and the magical aura around them began fading.
"It looks as if it is time for me to go. I know you will do well for us, Nirn. Trust the men you have hired. They will aid you still, for nothing is a greater motivation than humiliation."
And with that, Nerein vanished, and the room felt lighter. Nirn wrinkled her brow. She could never get used to the type of magical communication the Order used. It felt as if she had been trapped by the pressure of water for a long time, and then somebody removed the water.
She looked around the room. Bosmer, Shakh, Faren and Mjollnir all lay in their beds, some groaning in pain and others completely silent.
'Will these men really be able to defeat a god?' She asked herself. They were indeed, significant individuals who have pushed themselves to the limit of what mere mortals could do, but it was impossible to know.
She rubbed her head with small hands, and put her dark-blue mage hood over her short brown hair.
"Get well soon. You have a big battle waiting for you." She whispered.
To be continued
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