A/N: Chapter 9. No excuses for the lateness.

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Chapter 9: Learning

Mercer crashed into the cliff face hard. His back giving off multiple cracks indicating breaks and fractures along his spine. He slumped forward out of the man sized crater he had caused and tumbled towards the group. Inner Moka nonchalantly twisted her leg in a wide arch before placing it down on the ground. She looked down at the injured Dragonborn as the rest of the crew ran over to take note of Mercer's state. She gritted in near disgust as she lightly kicked him onto his back. Her foot planting hard on his chest. She leaned down a bit to better examine him. It was hard to believe that someone as young as him had slain vampires, beasts that instilled fear and halted entire armies with just mere mentions of their presence. But her instinct told her that something was missing. Something that just did not seem right.

Inner Moka casually lifted the injured Breton and gave him a final overlook. She sighed before opening her jaw and approached his neck. Tsukune turned from Mercer's body and his eyes instantly widened.

"MOKA! NO!" Tsukune cried out as he started running towards her, Kurumu and Yukari shouting after him and rushing forward. But it was too late. Inner Moka bit down on Varen's unconscious form and began to drink, in turn beginning to view his memories. Her eyes gaped open as the visions began to cloud her mind.

Inner Moka stood in the middle of a grassy hill, overlooking a plain. The sky seemed to burn as fires lifted up into the night. Burning farms and windmills all around her. She heard screaming. The screams of battle and death. She turned and almost gasped.

The city that had been in Varen's dream was ablaze in immaculate city of Windhelm as he had called it. Catapults fired balls of molten fire, the machines manned by men and women in dark blueish clothing and full head helmets. They seemed a lot like the city guards that she saw from her Omote's eyes.

She turned a bit from the catapults and saw a large group of soldiers march slowly forward, a man wearing what seemed like a wolf's pelt and wielding a massive warhammer bellowed to his fellow soldiers and what she guessed was an inspirational speech. Each of them wearing the same dark blueish armor. She could only guess that there were hundreds of them.

Except for one man.

He didn't wear a helmet. He stood there at the front wearing the uniform but he did not wield a weapon. His hair came down around his face but Moka's superior vampire sight can see his eyes. The same soft hazel eyes that the their visitor bore. They were hardened down, almost as if they were waiting.

The wolf pelt man bellowed an utter battle cry as he charged, the rest of the army doing the same as they sprinted toward the front gate.

The one she knew as Varen lacked a bit behind, letting everyone else rush forward.

The garrison of guards and men wearing hardened leather armor rushed out to greet the invasion. Their shields and swords prepared for the blood. Other men raining arrows from the battlements. Then became the climax.

The invading force slammed into the defence line, the soldiers wildly slicing their blades into flesh and steel as blood spilled into the air. Screams of battle and agony wracking the fiery air.

But the numbers began to thin for the invaders.

Though they did not retreat, the initial force began to die off. The blob of bodies and swords becoming more visible. Until the last invader was skewered through. The men reformed their ranks as they witnessed the last man approach them.

The one they knew as Dragonborn.

Moka had no idea how he did it but Varen sucked in a deep breath and yelled. His words echoing across the plains as the men were flung from their position deeper into the outskirts of the city.

"FUS RO DAH!"

Moka was flung through memories once again until she was thrown into another vision.

She stood among the snowy mountains, ankle deep in pure white snow as a cold wind blew past her. Surprising enough, she couldn't feel it.

She looked around, her mind racing at what she had just witnessed.

"Just what is this man…manipulating his own voice to give him power? That alone is unheard of."

Moka trudged forward, travelling the mountain paths until she came across a massive stone structure. It was open in a C like formation and had illiterate writing chiseled upon the surface. She pressed her hand on it, wondering what it could all mean. She was brought out of her thoughts by heavy sounding footsteps. She turned around to see Varen wearing a cloak with a small satchel attached to it. His hood covering his head, pure black armor covering his arms and legs. His arm and hand covering himself from the wind.

"Varen!" Moka called out to him in irritated anger. "Explain to me! What are you!?" Moka tried to yell over the sharp wind.

Varen ignored her and continued walking forward.

"You shall answer me or else-!" Moka reached forward and almost collapsed when Varen walked through her. She was left in shock, realizing that this is a memory. A memory in which that she does not exist.

Varen approached the stone, a section of writing glowing as he walked towards it. Moka watched with intense curiosity as he placed his hand on the glowing words. He took a few steps back and trails of bright light swarmed around his body. Being absorbed into him. He stuttered back, being overwhelmed a bit by the force. Varen was brought to his knees just as the power stopped.

Moka could only watch in silence as Varen's body shined brightly against the foggy blizzard. Suddenly, the shine began to dim and he shakily stood back up. Varen turned around and stared straight at her.

Could he actually be looking at her? Moka involuntarily shivered as Varen's eyes narrowed.

The ground vibrated along with the audible rhythm of beating wings. Moka turned to see the scaly form of a dragon land in front of her. Varen and the dragon stared each other down as the kicked up snow began to settle. Varen's hands began to shine brightly as orbs formed in his palms. Two bright red orbs.

Varen charged towards the beast, streams of flame shooting from his hands. The streams passed through Moka and hit the dragon

The dragon stumbled and angrily roared at it's challenger. He opened his snout and released a column of fire. Varen ducked and rolled to the side, the colors of his hands changing. One with a purplish hugh and the other a bright blue.

He opened his left hand which sent out a transparent shimmering shield as he flexed his left and summoned a transparent shimmering purple sword.

The dragon reared his head and released another blast. The flame clashed with the shield as the flames separated and coned. Varen pushed forward, ducking and maneuvering through the blasts. As he caught closer, the dragon began to snap and bite. Varen rolled underneath the biting mouth as it snapped at him.

Varen recovered from his roll and stabbed up into the dragon's jaw. The blade piercing the hardened scales.

Moka could only gaze in a state of bewilderment at this...human. Fighting a beast of legend single handedly, sending a dozen men flying with just a yell.

He truly was a something different.

The dragon roared in pain as it began to step back. Varen rushed forward, slicing at it's head. He shot a stream of fire to stun it before rushing through the flame with a battle cry.

The sword entered the dragon's eye, blood gushing from the impact. Varen quickly pulled it out and swiped downward onto it's snout. More cuts began to adorn the dragon's face as Varen jumped back and sprinted forward. He kneeled and slide along the dragon's side, cutting into it's cartilage. The dragon swiped a claw side ward and knocked Varen aside. He stood up and put away his sword in favor of two bright purple orbs. With a yell, he unleashed lightning from his palms into the cut. The dragon burned from the inside out, cooking within it's own skin until it finally fell over with a lazy thump.

Varen approached the corpse and summoned his sword. With a final downward thrust, he gave the killing blow. The dragon gave one last deep breath as it died. He backed away from the corpse, bracing himself.

It's scales began to glow, heating up and vaporizing into trails of light. The trails flew past Moka and into the Breton in the same fashion as the words. But this time was different. Varen hunched over, grimacing in pain as he grunted and hit the snow with a hard punch. His body quivered and shook, his cries of agony going unheard aside from Moka as she stood with wild curiosity.

The lights vanished, the last of it entering Varen's body. The dragon's corpse now dissolved into a bare skeleton. Varen stood up, shaking himself off. Deep breaths echoing from his voice. His eyes widened as he looked up and then he pointed at Moka.

"What are YOU doing here?!"

A/N: Another cliffhanger for now.

Will be updated again over Spring Break.

This story will never die until I give it the say so