Windhelm, Eastmarch Hold
Skyrim, Nirn
The 16th of Heartfire, 4E201

So much for the comfort of a proper bed, Lucien thought wearily as they had made their way with Delphine to Whiterun and taken the first carriage to Windhelm. When they arrived at the Whiterun Stables, Belinda looked to a large, off-black mare grazing in the small paddock. She was a fine looking horse and looked like she would be a good sprinter. Sieghard and Dione looked at the horse also.

"She's a fine horse," Dione complimented.

"Agreed," Belinda sighed. "I love horses."

Sieghard was listening. "I heard Skulvar say her name is Queen Alfsigr," he told Belinda and Dione.

"What a beautiful name," Belinda said.

"Hey, are you three coming?" Delphine asked while Lucien hopped onto the wagon.

Belinda took one last look at Queen Alfsigr before she and the others joined Delphine and Lucien on the wagon. They would take the south road to Windhelm, as it was the fastest route. They crossed the bridge over the White River and followed said river for several miles. They had to stop at Valtheim Towers, twin Nordic towers connected by a bridge over the White River. Some brigands had taken up residence in the towers and set up a toll. These fools had picked the wrong wagon to hit. Belinda, Dione, Sieghard, Lucien, and Delphine made short work of the enemy. Belinda was comfortable using Shouts to attack the stronger foes, as long as they others stayed behind her or out of the way when she did so. At least she gave them plenty of warning. By the time they cleared the towers and piles up the bodies to burn them, it was almost dark, and so they set up camp for the night. They moved on the following morning.

The road was long and bumpy, keeping Belinda from falling asleep out of boredom. Dione had taken to reading "The Real Barenziah, Vol. 1" during the ride. Sieghard slept with no issue while Delphine looked at a map of dragon burial mounds. According to her, the next major mound was the one at Kynesgrove. Everyone had been skeptical that dragons were being brought back from the dead. At first. The idea was crazy. But after some consideration, it made sense. How else would it explain dragons suddenly coming back now?

Lucien went hunting around midday. He left his belongings on the wagon and promised to return within the hour. Sieghard shared some of his jerky with the group. As Lucien had said, he returned within the hour with a little blood on his fur and a few rabbits in his mouth. Belinda wiped the blood off him while Sieghard bagged the rabbits for supper. They arrived in Windhelm that night, immediately met by an unpleasant sight.

"You come here where you're not wanted," said a weasel of a Nord to a Dunmer woman. "You eat our food, you pollute our city with your stink, and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks!" He was joined a by a large Nord in ragged clothing.

"But we haven't taken a side because it's not our fight," defended the Dunmer.

"Hey, maybe the reason these grey-skins don't help in the war is because they're Imperial spies," the Nord in rags pointed out.

Sieghard started growling, eyes shifting to yellow.

"Imperial spies?!" the Dunmer exclaimed. "You can't be serious!"

"Maybe we'll pay you a visit tonight, little spy," said the shorter Nord. "We got ways of finding out what you really are."

Sieghard had heard enough.

"Sieghard, don't," Belinda said, but it was too late.

Sieghard went over and slammed his fist into the short Nord's face. The one in rags jumped in to help his friend, but Sieghard turned and kicked him in the gut. The smaller Nord quickly got up and charged. The guards came and started breaking up the fight. Dione sighed in annoyance and strode over. The guards were starting to cuff Sieghard up and she stepped over.

"He's a friend of the Thieves Guild," she whispered to the guard trying to restrain Sieghard. She pulled out a pouch of gold and continued with, "Those milkdrinkers were harassing a woman and he was defending her honor."

The guard sighed and accepted the money. He let Sieghard go. "Keep him out of trouble," he warned Dione, who nodded.

"No promises," she stated simply. The guards left, hauling the other Nords away.

Dione turned to Sieghard and gave him a hard glare. "Calm yourself."

Sieghard let out a huff. "I hate little bastards like them," he snarled.

"As do I, but we can't go around picking fights," Dione pointed out. "And need I remind you that you're Harbinger of the Companions? Not only that, but your eyes are yellow and your teeth are getting bigger."

Sieghard took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. Belinda was helping the Dark Elf the two Nords had been harassing. They were picking up a loaf of bread and some produce that had been knocked out of a basket.

"Thank you," the Dunmer said, holding her shopping basket. "That Rolff is really…" She stopped for saying anything.

"A real sack of shit?" Belinda asked. "Trust me, sweetheart, people like him need a swift kick to the crotch. Or a mace to the thick-ass skull..." She wanted to say bat, but that would only confuse everyone.

The Dunmer chuckled. "You're in the wrong city then; Windhelm is practically a haven of prejudice and narrow-minded thinking," she then said with an annoyed sigh.

"Windhelm used to actually be a decent city; what happened?" Belinda asked.

"Most Nords would tell you grey-skins and lizards came here," the Dark Elf answered.

"Oh, so racism," Belinda groaned. "I'm so fucking sick of racism. No matter where I go, I can't escape it. I know not all Altmer are bad, but I'd burn the Aldmeri Dominion to the ground if I could."

"You and me both," the Dark Elf said. "They are the main reason for the racism these days, though some Nords will come up with any excuse to harass and bully my people, especially that Rolff Stone-Fist and his friend Angrenor Once-Honored."

"He says you refuse to help the Stormcloaks? Heh, I'm sure those knuckle-dragging drunks do oh-so-much for Ulfric," Sieghard said.

"According to my sources: They don't beside spread hate propaganda and bigotry," Dione pointed out.

"Typical over-privileged bigots," Belinda muttered. "'It's always someone else's responsibility and not mine.' That's the main problem with the politicians where I'm from. They're over-privileged and think it's everyone else's problem but theirs. That's why my home is such a wreck these days."

"Where is this?" the Dark Elf asked.

"Oh, just about everywhere you look these days," Belinda answered. "Anyway, it was pleasure to meet you, Miss…?"

"Suvaris Atheron," the Dark Elf responded.

"Ms. Atheron," Belinda said with a nod.

Suvaris then disappeared into the Grey Quarter while the party entered Candlehearth Hall to rent a few rooms for the night. Lucien was thrilled to finally be able to sleep on a bed that night. He curled up at Belinda's feet and fell asleep after a good supper. Dione laid on her belly, reading a book. Belinda picked up a book of the nightstand and opened it up to read.

"So what's happening on your plane?" Dione asked.

"A remarkably pointless war," Belinda answered. "It's gone on for some time and it's really more about stealing the country's resources than actually finding the people responsible for something terrible done to our country. Also, there's an election for a new president going on this year and I'm too young to vote."

"Sounds like fun," Dione muttered, flipping the page of her book.

"Sarcasm?" Belinda asked, raising a brow.

"Yep; it sounds more like a big fat load of bullshit," Dione replied.

"That is exactly what it is!" Belinda exclaimed with exasperation.

Delphine then entered the room, heading for one of the two remaining empty beds. She looked tired as she laid down and quickly fell asleep. For her sake, Belinda and Dione themselves decided to be quiet before going to sleep as well. Sieghard joined them a little later, drunkenly stumbling to the last bed. The women woke briefly before settling back into their sleep.

She wasn't quite sure where she was. But it looked familiar. Towers of marble and crystal rose above trees of red maple and the golden birch native to Lothlorien. There were trees bearing fruits, though some of these fruit-bearing trees were in a perpetual state of blossoming, with petals fluttering in the wind. There were so many beautiful gardens, magical animal running around, and young mages training and working with animals to create powerful magic. This place was nothing but sheer beauty. Belinda wanted to stay here forever.

No, she wasn't Belinda right now. Her senses were stronger than that of a human's. She saw and heard with perfect clarity. She reached up to brush a strand of black hair behind her ear, which was long and tapered. She was an elf! She turned to a mirror. Her features were a little sharper, but it was undoubtedly her face. It hit her then. She was Amanisa. She was dressed in an elegant, flowing white gown with her hair in a braided bun. She turned from the crystal city and entered her room from the balcony as her door opened. Karr stepped in. His hair was still white and his eyes were blind, but he looked younger.

"The deed is done," he reported.

"Thank you, my love," Amanisa said.

"His Spark ignited as you said it would," Karr added.

Amanisa nodded, and then looked down. "Then there is much work to be done," she sighed. "We only have so much time before he returns to us."

Karr walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders, making her look up to him. "We have time," he assured. Amanisa stared into Karr's eyes, smiling. He always knew how to calm her. They leaned in and kissed one another. Karr's hands moved from her shoulders to her upper back. He held her close to him, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She sighed into the kiss, wrapping her hand arms around Karr's waist. He provided a sense of security, and reminded the ancient elf of what love was like. It was a wonderful thing.

Karr swooped her up into his arms and littered her face with kisses. Amanisa giggled. She was carried to her bed and was dropped on it and he climbed over her. They chuckled and smiled, and a feather fell onto Amanisa's nose.

"You're molting again," she teased.

"So? You said you needed new feather pillows anyway," Karr laughed, leaning in and kissing Amanisa's neck.

"That's I do," Amanisa moaned. She reached and grabbed Karr's shirt, tugging it until it was removed and discarded. She started feeling Karr's arms. He very lean and thankfully not bulky. Just how she liked her men. Of course, she would never say no to Karr's six pack, which she breathily felt as Karr moved up to lick, kiss, and nibble on her sensitive elf ears. "Oh, fuck me!" she gasped.

"Soon enough, my love," Karr chuckled.

"Oh, you dirty, rotten, son of a-. MMPH!" Karr silenced the Elf with a hungry kiss. He pulled her up and undid the laces on the back of her dress. He pulled it down to reveal her breasts. They were fair-sized; not too big, not too small. To him, they were perfect. He kissed down to them, teasing his love further. He took in a nipple and suckled on it, getting whines of pleasure from Amanisa. She was enjoying this. A little too much.

Karr stopped and pulled away. Amanisa let out a pathetic whine. He impatiently ripped off her dress and undergarments and flipped her over. He gently ran his hand over her buttocks and she tensed with anticipation. They tended to be very…Kinky. Karr then raised his hand. And waited a few minutes. Amanisa lifted her backside up a little, knowing what he wanted. The Half-Angel smirked devilishly and landed a nice, hard smack. The Elf yelped. Karr repeated until Amanisa's skin was red. She looked at him, eyes full of want.

He finished undressing as she rolled over onto her back. He was already rock-hard. Amanisa licked her lips and spread her legs invitingly for him. Karr came over and thrust inside of her. She moaned loudly, back arching. He leaned down and kissed her, thrusting. She kissed back, holding onto him like her life depended on it.

"Gods above, you're tight as ever," Karr grunted.

"Oh, Karr," Amanisa moaned, locking eyes with the Half-Angels.

He pulled her close, holding her, loving her. They were so madly in love…

Belinda awoke, eye snapping open, wet. "Being a teenager sucks," she groaned. "Damn hormones…" She got out of bed and went to the bathroom for some privacy.

Kynesgrove, Eastmarch Hold
Skyrim, Nirn
The 17th of Heartfire, 4E201

It snowed from the very second they left Windhelm. They travelled on foot to Kynesgrove, which was south of Windhelm along the edges of the Sulfur Pools. There were some wildlife here and there, and plenty of jazbay grapes, some of which Belinda grabbed to eat. They were lacking in flavor, but still juicy and a bit tangy. It was a shame, really, that they were not very flavorful otherwise. They soon reached Kynesgrove to the civilians fleeing away from the settlement, which included an inn, a small, and miners' tents. Someone had grabbed the chickens and was running. A woman stopped, leading two children.

"You don't want to go there!" she exclaimed. "There's a dragon at the old burial mound behind the inn!"

Belinda looked behind her, and saw the large black dragon. "Shit, that's the one that attacked Helgan," she cursed.

"Are you sure?" Delphine asked.

"Positive," Belinda answered. "We need to get up there!" They group ran past the woman and her children, past the inn, and up to the burial mound. They hid behind a boulder and watched the black dragon fly around. There was a beam of energy around the mound. Belinda could sense the powerful black mana, rousing the skeleton of the dragon beneath. There was a form of necromancy going on here. Soon, the black dragon started to hover in front of the mound and spoke.

"Sahloknir, zill gro dovah ulse!" he shouted.

"What did he say?" Sieghard asked.

"I don't know!" Dione answered.

"SLEN-TIID-VO!" the dragon shouted, a forcing emitting from his mouth. It blasted the burial mound, and roused the dragon to life.

The dragon skeleton burst from the ground with a terrible, spine-chilling roar. The sound of death. It slammed into skeletal wings against the ground and pulled itself out of the ground. Organs formed first, then flesh. The scales came soon after. And when the dragon was fully formed, it opened its eyes to see the world once more. He looked up toward the black dragon and spoke.

"Alduin, thuri! Boaan tiid vokriiha suleyksejun kruziik?" It sounded like a question.

"Geh, Sahloknir, kaali mir," the black dragon, Alduin, answered.

Belinda stepped out of hiding, Alduin and Sahloknir turning their heads to look at her. They saw the dragon spirit within her.

"Ful, losei Dovahkiin? Zu'u koraav nid nol dov do hi?" Alduin asked.

Belinda looked at the ground, trying to register what he was saying. She had always had been bad at spelling until the 5th grade. Mostly because she wasn't meant to understand English/Common. It's why she also had trouble speaking for years and she still had trouble. She was supposed to speak the language of the dragons. Slowly, the words came and translated, but Alduin beat her to speech.

"You do not even know our tongue, do you?" he asked. It was guttural, and sounded unnatural. "Such arrogance, to dare take for yourself the name of Dovah."

"Oh, fuck you! It's not my fault I was raised on the wrong language!" Belinda snapped.

Alduin chuckled, and then turned back to Sahloknir. "Sahloknir, krii daar joorre!" he ordered.

Belinda did not need to translate that to know what that meant. It had already formed in her head. "Kill these mortals," Alduin had said. The black then flew away, leaving Sahloknir to fend for himself. Belinda drew her sword, the others coming out of hiding with their own weapons. Sahloknir took to the skies, Shouting fire upon them. Dione had already raised a ward to guard them from the flames.

When the flames passed, Dione drew an arrow to her bow and imbue with ice and lightning. Sieghard waited patiently on the ground, Wuuthrad in his hands. He swung back. Belinda threw a fireball at Sahloknir. Dione shot her arrow, but it didn't really do much to the dragon. From the ground, the dragon was unreachable with melee weapons. And ranged attacks were barely working. Not to mention there was little Lucien could actually do. Dragons would easily see past illusions. Sahloknir swooped down, Shouting fire again. Dione shot him while Sieghard charged in and cut at the dragon's face. The dragon roared in pain and veered up, flying into the sky again. The group needed to get this dragon on the ground so they could fight him!

"We need a plan!" Delphine shouted, taking cover.

"Well, no shit Captain Obvious!" Belinda responded.

The group ducked for the cover of boulders and trees. Belinda needed to think. She was Dragonborn. She was meant to slay dragons! Sahloknir landed. Or Belinda could improvise like at the tower. Lucien looked up to her and said, "We might just have this."

Belinda nodded and tapped Lucien's spirit. She could feel magic run through her, feel the tinges of blue and green mana. She used illusion to camouflage with her surroundings and to quiet her footsteps. Sahloknir growled, looking through the trees, trying to find her. Finally, Belinda got behind him and climbed up his tail hurriedly. The illusion dispersed when she did. Sahloknir roared, shaking his body to throw her off. Belinda grabbed onto one of the spikes on his back. Soon, Sahloknir took flight.

"THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!" Belinda shouted.

The other came out of hiding, seeing Sahloknir trying to get Belinda off him. Belinda was screaming, holding on for dear life, especially when the dragon flipped in an attempt to get rid of her. When he was gliding, the Dragonborn took a deep breath and proceeded forward. Once she was between his wings, she drew her sword and plunged it into his back. Sahloknir roared in agony, wings paralyzed. He descended and crashed into the ground. Belinda pulled out her sword and ran up to Sahloknir's head. She stabbed him in the head and the dragon died.

Winds and ancient whispers whirled around her as she absorbed the dragon's soul. The others watched in awe, and Delphine came forward. This time, Belinda was able to free her sword and hopped off Sahloknir's corpse.

"Okay, ask anything. No bars hold."