Dragon Rise
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Chapter 10 – An Unexpected Party
Lake helped Lydia to her feet and they faced four old men with cloaks with their hoods up. Their cloaks were dark and beards long and gray.
Ah, who would have guessed Lake thought. The one who spoke before stepped forward and eyed Lake. His beard was in a knot which made him stick out the most.
"So, a Dragonborn appears at this moment in the turning of the age" he said. Lake bowed his head with respect.
"I have come to train in the ways of the voice, Master" Lake said humbly.
"We are honored to welcome a Dragonborn to High Hrothgar I am Master Arngeir. We will do our best to teach you how to use your gift to fulfill your destiny" the old man said again. Lake nodded and looked at the other old men behind the first.
"My name is Lake. This here is Lydia. Only four of you?" he asked.
"Five. Our leader Pathrunax lives at the peak of the mountain…" he stopped talking and looked at Lydia. "…I'm sorry Dragonborn, but I'm afraid your companion can not stay here…" Lake turned to Lydia and then back to the Arngeir and frowned.
"If it were not for her" Lake said motioning to Lydia, "I'd probably be dead…"
Arngeir bowed his head, "I'm sorry, she may stay. However, I do not wish that she help you with your training"
"That won't be a problem" Lydia said with confidence. Arngeir nodded and began to slowly walk away.
"Follow. Tomorrow your training will begin and it will be a start to your journey as Dragonborn" Arngeir said as they walked from the door into a big room.
"Report here in the morning, your weapons will not be needed, nor your armor" he said stopping in the middle of the room. Lake nodded and bowed his head again.
"I'm ready to learn, Master" Lake said confidently. Arngeir held his arm out to the side beaconing them to follow. The walked toured the entire fortress from the main hall, from where they say their prayers and where the Greybeards rest. Their last tour was in the dining hall where there was a roaring fire in the middle of a large stoned table.
"This where you will sleep for the time being; we use this room mainly to council, but such council has not come for many years…" Arngeir explained.
"It's perfect, nice roaring fire and a place where we could sleep" said Lake giving the old men a smile. Lydia set down her pack and began to dry their belongings by the fire.
"We will leave you, if you need something let us know" said Arngeir and the left with the others.
As they turned the corner Lydia looked at Lake and frowned.
"Why couldn't I stay? And how come Arngeir is the only one talking?" she asked puzzled.
"Dragons got their tongue" Lake joked placing his gear by the fire to dry. "As for you staying? I'm not sure why they wanted you gone maybe it's a sacred ritual, who knows?" Lydia nodded and continued to dry their things with Lake.
Lake sat down and sighed as he ran his mother's necklace through his fingers. He was thinking about his family, wondering how his nephews and nieces were doing, and if his siblings are also Dragonborn. His thoughts broke away when he heard Lydia curse.
In her hands were some drenched clothes she had in her pack.
"What happened?" Lake asked.
"My spare clothes are wet, so now I have to wear my frozen armor…" she groaned. Lake grabbed his pack and looked for his spare clothes. He pulled his white shirt out of the pack and tossed it to her.
Lake turned his back from her and waited outside the room for her to finish. Lydia stripped off her armor as quickly as she could and slipped in Lake's shirt. The shirt was a perfect size for Lake, but was a bit big for Lydia. The sleeves were loose and wavy and the bottom was only mid thighs.
"Lake" she called. "I'm finished". Lake came around the corner and saw the beautiful maiden looking stunning in his shirt.
Her body was an hourglass, her breast were large with perfect portion. Her nipples were erected from the cold, but they were still in fine form. Her waist was skinny, her curves were voluptuous and her maidenhood was a perfect form.
Lake's manhood began to throb and grow a bit, but he broke away from his thoughts. Lake grabbed his spare pants from the bag and began to remove his armor. Lydia began to walk away, but stopped when Lake cleared his throat.
"Why are you leaving? You have seen me bare" he said jokingly. Lydia turned a little red remembering about Lake's manhood.
"I'm sorry my Thane, I just thought…" she began.
"No don't worry about it; I am neither shy nor ashamed. However, for you I will make an exception then." He turned around stripped bare and slipped into his pants. Lake turned back around and gave Lydia a smile.
"We must rest now, tomorrow another journey begins"
The next morning Lydia in armor and Lake in clothes stood in the main hall of High Hrothgar and waited for the Greybeards. Soon enough, the old men came to the two and encircled them.
"You have shown that you have the gift as Dragonborn, but do you have the discipline, strength, temperament, and mind to follow the path laid out to you?" asked Arngeir who stood before Lake.
"I will learn, Master" said Lake.
"That remains to be seen, you have already taken the steps into projecting your voice into a Shout or Thu'um. When you shout, you speak the language of the Dragons. Which gives you the inborn ability to learn the Thu'um" Arngeir explained walking around Lake.
"Ah. Is that why I can hear them speak?" Lake asked.
"Precisely, these Words of Power are spoken in three forms. As you master each word, the more powerful it becomes" said Arngeir with a small smile. He gestured towards an old man with a long pointed grey beard. "Master Einarth will now teach you Ro which means balance…"
For many long days Lake was tested with his voice, mind, and strength. Pretty soon he found himself shirtless in the snow mastering his physical strength against the Greybeards training. It was long and harsh, but was worth it.
Lake learned and mastered many new words of power quickly and he was quick to learn. Lydia's heart beats with a fiery passion of the new man Lake was becoming. She admired and was interested with the Thane of Whiterun, now she loves and admires Lake the Dragonborn.
As Lake finished the last day of training Arngeir walked towards Lake with a withered smile.
"You have learned well Dragonborn, you are almost done with your journey" said Arngeir.
"Thank you, my Master. But I still have questions" said Lake.
"Then ask away my pupil"
"Why are the dragons returning?" asked Lake. "Does it have to do with me?"
"No doubt" said Arngeir. "The appearance of a Dragonborn at this time is no accident. Your destiny is surely bound up with their return. Stay focus on honing your voice, then your path will be clear."
"There must be something more you can tell me" persuaded Lake.
"There is indeed things that you do not know yet, but it doesn't mean that you're not ready. Do not let your easy mastery of the Voice rule your judgement, for that has been the downfall of many Dragonborns before you."
"I am sorry…Master" Lake said bowing his head. "What will you have your Dragonborn do?"
Arngeir smiled and placed an arm around Lake and began to walk with him.
"Your mastery of the Thu'um is…astonishing. I'd heard stories of the abilities of the Dragonborn, but to see it myself…" Arngeir said with confidence.
"I thought this was easy for everyone" said Lake with a joking smile.
"No. Indeed not. But beware that your skill does not outstrip your wisdom. You are now ready for your last trial. Retrieve the horn of Jurgen Windcaller, from his tomb Ustengrav. Remain true to the Way of the Voice and you will return…"
"So…we have to go to a tomb and receive some dead man's horn?" asked Lydia as they walked down the mountain.
"Aye, we have to head to Ustengrav. However I think we should we head back to Whiterun to refresh our supplies" said Lake.
"By your word, Dragonborn" teased Lydia. The traveled back to Whiterun at full speed and went up to the cloud district where Dragonsreach sat atop the hillside.
"Lake my boy, how was your journey?" asked Jarl Balgruuf as Lake and Lydia walked through the great hall.
"My lord, it went very well and Lydia has served me well so far. We came back for help" said Lake.
"What is it?"
"We need to get to Ustengrav. You know of it?"
"Aye, follow me upstairs" said Balgruuf as he rose from his throne. They walked upstairs and they all stood around a map that stretched across the table. Lake's eyes watched Balgruuf's finger draw a path from Whiterun to the north until his finger stopped before a tomb icon.
"There, that's Ustengav" said Balgruuf.
"What do you know of it?" asked Lake.
Balgruuf stood up straight and stroked his beard. "It's a place where Jurgan Windcaller and his most trusted miltia is buried. It has been infested with Druagr, creatures, and bandits. It's best to keep your wits about you."
"Thank you, my friend we will return" replied Lake and they left.
Back at Breezehome, Lake and Lydia had a few meads and talked about their plan for Ustengav.
"So we'll leave in the morning, and head towards Ustengav, should be a days ride if we leave early" said Lydia.
"Aye, correct. Well, the only that happens if we head off to bed" said Lake.
They walked upstairs and went to their rooms for the night.
Later that night, Lake woke to the sounds of Lydia being downstairs. She was being rather aggressive to whoever was down there with her. Lake got out of bed and crept to where he could hear better.
"I'm telling you for the last time get out!" she yelled. Then the sounds of steel clattered against each other which sent Lake into high alert. Not grabbing any weaponry, or armor he rushed downstairs to Lydia.
Lake saw Lydia with sword and shield in hand fighting a high elf in black armor that shared the color of red blood and another with the same armor dead on the floor. Lake recognized this uniform nonetheless.
It was the Dark Brotherhood. Lake had seen and heard the stories of these assassins, they trade blood for money or for thrills. The assassin locked blades with Lydia and gave her a kick to the stomach.
Lake charged in and threw a punch which hit the elf square into the jaw. The elf retaliated by swinging his knife at Lake's head. Lake dodged the blow and tackled him straight into the door.
They landed outside in the street of Whiterun, Lake and the assassin grappled for the knife and they fought for control. Lake knew that if they both tried to regain control of the knife, the fight would be endless. He rolled of the assassin and up onto his feet. The assassin snarled and charged at Lake. Lake reacted by smashing the elf's head into the brick of the house. The assassin began to bleed and he dropped his knife.
Lake then came behind the assassin, wrapped his head into a headlock and squeezed. The assassin gasped for air as Lake drained it from his body. Within a few minutes the assassin laid still. Lake tossed the body from him and called the guards.
Lake reached into the assassin's pocket and found a note.
As instructed, you are to eliminate Lake by any means necessary. The Black Sacrament has been performed – somebody wants this poor fool dead. We've already accepted full payment. Failure is not an option.
Lake sighed and shook his head. "You want to kill me…you'll have to do better than that…"he said. By then the guards came to Lake's call and retrieved the body. With all of it taken care of, Lake went back inside.
As he entered the house, there was a small blood trail but no sign of Lydia.
"Lydia?" Lake asked loudly, but no answer came. Lake walked to the staircase and heard heavy breathing coming from the spare room. He walked over and saw Lydia sitting down with her knees curled up to her chin.
Lake walked over and sat down next to her. Her arm was sliced from the battle and she did not attempt to treat it.
Lake knew why, he remembered the first time he killed someone, and it was hard the first time. He treated Lydia's arm and he held her close to his body. For the entire night they stayed like that as Lake kept whispering "It's ok…I'm here…."
Well, another chapter is gone will update soon. Remember to check out my other stories. Left 4 Dead: Lead Me Home, CoD: As Time Goes By
and Gears of War: Holding Out For A Hero.