Welcome to part 10! I'm now going to take a break, as I'm starting school soon. Once things settle down I'll pick up where I left off. Enjoy the first series!

This is the story. The story of my life. How I was born, and how I died. When I was a boy, I feared the demons that roamed the night. My Pa always told me to be home by dark, as the foolhardy would be prey for them. Werewolves and vampires, not to mention witches. And I listened to him for my entire life. I always returned to our warm, comfortable home in the heart of Whiterun. I would curl up with my mom and listen to her recount all her tales of when she was in The Companions, and when she fell for my Pa, and when she decided to settle down, all while I drank her tea. And I was happy. But when I joined the Stormcloaks I gave it all up to fight for Skyrim. I enlisted in the ranks at the age of twenty six, fully knowing that I would probably die. But the night that I met the two vampires on the side of the road, and then shortly joined them would kill me forever. When I first died, I thought everything was over. I thought that I would never learn to love again, and that I would feast on the blood of the living forever, while everyone I cared about would shrivel away and die. But that all went away when I saw Baldur that night. I knew, deep down, that he was for me. I knew that in his arms, I would finally settle down the way I always wanted to, and have a normal life. And then that was all taken from me. And this is all how it happened.

"Face it vampires, you will die."

Baldur and Thonnir had taken Bjorn to hunt for the first time, and of course the Dawnguard had shown up. But Bjorn had swiftly killed the Dawnguard and was feasting. Thonnir and Baldur were watching him eat. But they didn't see the other Dawnguard. And in one silent strike, and blade was in Baldur's stomach. Baldur fell to the ground. Thonnir whipped around and shoved the Dawnguard to the ground. He tried to scream but Thonnir ripped his neck out. Then he rushed over to Baldur, who was barely alive.

"Baldur! No, no! What do you need? Will blood be enough?"

"N... N... No..." Baldur gasped.

"Then what do you need? How can I bring you back?" Thonnir screamed, his face covered in tears.

Baldur managed a smile.

"It's too late for me. Thonnir, you were amazing. Your entire life is in front of you, so live it to the max."

"No! You can't die!"

And that's it. My entire world was gone. I prepared his body and held a small ceremony. He had been dead for three weeks then. And Othin had nowhere to been found, he didn't even show up for the ceremony. I was slightly mad at him, but I was mostly depressed. Bjorn had returned to Jothin, who had welcomed him with open arms. I had been starving myself of blood for about two and a half weeks. I knew I wouldn't die, but I just wanted to feel pain, to feel human again. And then, out of nowhere, Othin showed up.

"Where the hell have you been?" Thonnir screamed.

"Thinking."

"Thinking? That's all I fucking get? My true love dies, you don't show up to his burial, and I starve myself and all I get is 'Thinking?'"

Othin punched the wall, leaving a huge crack in it.

"You don't understand! This is a huge choice I have to make! I had to decide whether to tell you this or not, because after a month it won't matter!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You can bring Baldur back."

Thonnir stared at Othin in disbelief.

"I can bring him back."

"Yes."

"From the dead."

"Yes."

"How?"

"You're a power vampire. Remember when I died, yet I just changed my appearance and personality? Well that was Transformational Energy at it's best. If you kill yourself and regenerate, you can put some of that energy into his body. He won't change, but he'll come back to life. But you only have a month to do it.

"So that's my decision. Either leave my love dead, or bring him back to life but change me."

"Yup."

Thonnir turned to Othin.

"How do I decide."

"You just do. I can't help you here."

"And will everything be the same? His memories, his personality, him?"

"Yup."

"Let's go."

And that's why you are reading this. You just read my memories. When I died and put my energy into Baldur, it all came flooding back to me. And finally, my Baldur was back.

"What's going on? Why do I ache? What's wrong with Thonnir?"

I smiled at him weakly.

"I'm leaving my love. I brought you back, but now I have to leave."

"Why? I... I'll miss you."

"I'll still be here, deep down. And even though I might be gone, I'll still see you."

And with that I leave. I let the energy overwhelm me, and I feel my entire body burn. I can hear the energy blasting through me, and all I can think of is pain. And then it stops. I sit up and look at Baldur and Othin and smile. And I ask one simple question.

"Am I ginger?"