Oh boi Oh boi ;v;
I literally had to study the Dragon Language, well I am still amateur at it so don't expect from me too much xD
Any-hoo, thanks for the Thuum . org website I learned much more than I intended to. xd It was fun though! Might check it~
~Alliesa
Chapter Eleven: Dovahzul
"Hnnghh!", a young woman squinted her eyes and yawned in her arms. Her head was resting on her crossed arms on the desk and she tensed all her muscles around her head and shoulder. When she was done with her so-called-stretching, she moved her head rubbing against her arms. Her eyes felt really heavy but in the end she finally managed to open them, just to get blinded by a green light and close them back. Slowly with a several blinks her eyes got used to it. Although she felt very rested and satisfied with a short nap, her neck hurt from being in a wrong position for a long time. Maybe it passed hours? Maybe even days? Or minutes. She didn't know that, the time on Apocrypha was unclear since the sky looked always the same.
When she at last got the picture, her hearing skills gave her strange, flipping-through-a-book sounds. It was very near too, so the source of the sound was somewhere nearby. She turned her head toward the sound and literally in front of her eyes she noticed a clothing material. That robe.. who did it belong to? Hm? What's that, a mask on the desk? It took her a second just to realize she just had to turn the head more to see the stranger, who spoke with a slight impression in his voice:
"Dragon Language, Myth no More, I didn't expect you to actually find the rightful path to start. It seems that your little brain has some... good instincts.", and closed the book leaving an echoic thud behind while watching her sleepy face, " 'For the mighty roars of the beasts, even when those roars contained fire or ice or some other deadly magic, were actually much more - words.'- just like the thu'umee, you've been using in your battles."
"Ah?"
The voice was indeed similar to someone she just met not so long time ago. Her eyes widened when she noticed it was Miraak propping against the desk, she was sleeping on. She immediately placed her hands on her sleeping place and aggressively pushed herself away from it. By the sudden movement Miraak's eyes followed every action she made. Still sitting and staring blankly at the desk she calmly took some time to realize what she was seeing. Miraak!? Since when was he sitting next to me! What was he doing here, he didn't have to come- heck even if, why didn't he wake me up!
"I must say that I am quite impressed", Miraak used his gentle voice and Amara flinched when he placed the book between them, "that you decided to learn something new from scratch. Was it unwilling for the Greybeards to teach you anything?"
"What? No! ... I just.. thought, that I had to start somewhere. Well and I got some help."
"What help.", stating without any signs of asking, he pushed himself from the desk and stepped forward. The question sounded more forceful, demanding for an answer in that instant. She replied with an innocence without knowing why would it make Miraak feel more cautious:
"Well, one of the creatures, who is putting the books back into the bookshelves, got it for me! He was very nice! I still don't know how to thank in their language though." Miraak frowned when he thought about the reason for the creature's actions. He knew that the seekers served Mora and they never showed any signs of being civilized here. The only task for them was to take care of the books- placing, writing, cleaning, repairing or even running with them on all over the Apocrypha. Then how in the world did she manage to tame them. Was she just pretending to be stupid? Even I couldn't convince them-
"However even if I didn't understand so much, I still managed to learn a few words, if you must know. I am quite a fast reader and learner!" Her proud face allowed her to show him a confident smile, where he started to questioning the learner: "Well then, enlighten me what results did you take out of the studying materials."
"For example", Amara gave herself some time to think on the best sentence she was able to memorize, "Wu.. Wu los hee... La-ch-ni ...Ma-ch-fa-...ee-raak Kreen." She congratulated herself in her mind and waited patiently for Miraak's reaction. It was very hard to remember the pronunciations, especially when she only had runes in front of her eyes. But in the end with more researches she found the similar pronunciations for each rune. At least she was sure it was correct, yet seeing the man's widened eyes as if it literally made his ears in pain.
".. pardon-"
"I still couldn't find the translation for Ma-i though. It made me feel very frustrated. Hey what does it mean?", pouted the woman.
"Wo Los Hi Lahney Mahfaeraak Krein, don't make me laugh, Mey. What possible is the meaning of this anyway!? For this whole time you couldn't even get one sentence right... ?!" It pained him to see someone worst of the worst human being who not only was one of the inherited proud bloodlines, but also having an access to the greatest library, lacked so much knowledge? He felt ashamed that a person entering the biggest center of wisdom would leave without any secret knowledge. Amara instead snapped her fingers as if she found something she was looking for ages:
"That's it! Me-e-!"
"It's Mey! I can't believe you are the last Dragonborn."
"That's what I'm saying... Me-ii"
"Nahlot!", he slammed at the desk with his fist to silence her. When she glanced at him, she flinched from seeing his deadly glare. Quickly avoiding his eyes made him even more furious and he continued: "Do you believe this is some sort of your little school plays? Dir Ol Aan Unslaad Zaam. Your existence is the most worthless reincarnation that ever happened on this planet. How do you even shout properly without knowing their pronunciations?"
"Yeah I thought about that too.", the woman scratched her head with a nervous smile, "But after some thoughts, I have no idea. I just look at them and.. you know, poof.", she gestured with her hands an imaginary cloud, "I know them! Being a Dragonborn is easier than I thought!"
Being a Dragonborn is easier than you thought? "Being a Dragonborn, who has to obtain the heavy trust of the dragons is easier than you th- You have no idea what the responsibility of one of the dragon's apprentices is!"
"But only a glance on the words is giving me the power of the shouts, so I thought why wouldn't it be from the books! I thought it's gonna be the same thing that's why I started doing all this-!"
Out of a sudden Amara felt a heavy thud on her head. Without holding back Miraak's hand grabbed her head, while didn't even intend to release it. She felt the skull in her head was being crushed and gasped with a high pitching voice. Yet she didn't dare to take any actions, when she noticed his murderous glare. In that moment she knew he would kill her if another squeaky voice came out of her mouth. That was it, at that moment he snapped and still with a calm but threatening voice, he stated ferociously:
"Hoh, do you actually think that you will leave this place without any rightful pronunciations of the dead dragon runes, so they will laugh at me? You seem to misunderstand about something, you will not leave this very place before you learn everything correctly."
"Hyah! Everything?!"
"Yes everything."
"But.. That takes years to master a language!"
"Not under my watch. Now get a quill and start writing!"
"Y-Yes Master Miraak!"
"..."
"Uhm.. Master Miraak?"
"What is it."
"I... don't have anything to write on-"
"Well then, get up and get something!", with that burst of anger Amara jumped from the chair. However right at that moment when she got up, a seeker approached them and held two quills, one inkwell and a several rolls of paper. It seemed that it wanted to give her the following study materials. Amara cheerfully thanked the creature and let it to hand over to her. When she turned to Miraak to show him the gifted objects, she only saw Miraak's suspicious and deep frowned face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Did she really tame this .. thing? They are even supposed to not understand us, then how-
"Master Miraak?"
For that question the man's thoughts were interrupted. He focused his concentration at the standing woman with the needed study materials carrying in her arms. The man shook his head and took one book from the desk. It was a sign for the woman to start the so-called-lesson, so she placed all the materials on the desk and took a seat. While rolling out the paper, Miraak sighing opened the book and propped back against the desk. She on the other side felt some sort of excitement, as if it was literally the first happy lesson she ever experienced in her life. At the time when Miraak was following with his eyes of each paragraph, he spoke with non emotionally tone:
"First write down the Dovahzul runes and the examples of their pronunciations."
"Well I wasn't sure myself.. when I read the runes. Some sound the same to me, 'a', 'aa' and 'ah'?", and she pointed at the poorly drawn runes on the paper. At same time he glanced over his shoulder at her writings and explained:
"It's pronounced as 'az', 'aan' and 'hah'. The dots you ignored are a part of the runes. You don't ignore the dot over 'i' don't you, so why would you erase it."
"Oh... I was sure someone spilled a drink on the pages."
"Why would be any book spilled by anything here."
"... Right..!"
Sigh. I can't believe I am doing this.
(...)
The two Dragonborns were focused on each rune and its meaning in the library for longer than they would guess. Miraak was very strict with each rune and he made her waste at least 10 pages on one definition. Sometimes even Amara had enough but it was very hard for her to avoid the lessons he was giving. When he said everything, he meant that seriously. It was no joking around, no breaks or no private discussions, unless she got something random in her mind and she had the urgent to share her thoughts. It was a pure teaching about the ancient language. Still for her it was kind of more entertaining than reading the books on her own.
Miraak on the other side was not only focused on the lessons he was giving, but also on the seekers, who were doing their everyday's work. One of them though was glancing curiously at him and her activities. He started to wonder if Amara had some sort of secret weapon to make her foes into her allies. Was this how she convinced Mora to work together? But he also had his suspicions that Mora knew Miraak wanted to betray him and set himself free. Maybe that was why Mora suggested to Amara to work together.
"True, she mentioned about not knowing the current situation and Mora wouldn't let a chance like that to get away. Instead this is all about who'd betray who first. Hah, it's been a while since I had such a thrilling excitement."
Little Dragon Dictionary:
The dragon language uses the same sentence rules as the English language. Each sound, each rune is translated literally to English words, with a help of the online dictionary Thuum .org/
"...thu'umee" = "...shouts"
"Wo Los Hi Lahney Mahfaeraak Krein." = "Who are you live forever sun."
"Mey" = "Fool"
"Dir Ol Aan Unslaad Zaam" = "Die as an eternal slave."
"Nahlot!" = "Silence!"
"Dovahzul" = "Dragon voice (language)"
