Sorry about the extremely long wait. It's been a busy month. So here's chapter 11, hope you like it. Enjoy :)

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::Bame's POV::

Okay this is weird. Aela has been giving me these creepy stares for mostly the entire walk into the Rift. Thank God she didn't bring any mead or ale. That bitch gets crazy in the head when she's drunk out of her mind.

Finally I'm out in the Rift. It's much pretty than it is in the game, well obviously the game uses graphics. This is just breath taking in actual view. Aela noticed my sudden face change. "See something?"

"Oh no no, I just," I paused and glanced around the land, "never been in the Rift before. I never thought it'd be this beautiful." She chuckled at the comment.

"So you are one of those kind of guys, huh?"

I raised a brow. "What are you saying?"

"You are not like most Nords I know."

"Probably 'cause I ain't a Nord." I realized what I just told her and I glanced over to the confused redhead.

"Then what are you?"

"Uh, Ger-" improvise once again, "-manic. Germanic decent." She raised a brow and crossed her arms.

"Germanic? Where is that from?" God damn it, I'm sick of being bombarded by these stupid questions!

"Cyrodiil, southern Cyrodiil. I was part of an ancient Nordic decent tribe that died out. I'm the last of the Germanic tribe."

"Interesting. I've never heard of them." She smirked a little and leaned up against a tree.

"I hope not, we were a very remote tribe. Just the Thalmor discovered our location and wiped us out. I was the only survivor." I glanced back to the forest and up in the sky. Looks like it's going to rain. No big deal.

"So in a way you still are Nordic."

I turned my head and stared back into her eyes. "Is that a question?"

She smirked and looked off in the distance. "Don't get snippy with me, whelp."

I rolled my eyes and adjusted my steel boots a little. "We should keep moving." She nodded and leaned off the tree.

The road to Treva's Watch was not as dangerous as I thought it would be. I would think that this place would be crawling with trolls and wolves but I guess I'm wrong. I noticed that it was too dark to keep walking. Aela stopped and glanced around. "This seems like a good place to stay for the night. I'll go get firewood. Be right back." She started off into the woods and here I sat on a log with my dagger in my hand. Can never be too careful in Skyrim.

I wonder what the buds are doing now. Maybe Steve is finishing his little session with Farengar. Maybe Jon and Kevin are training with Vilkas. Maybe Cain is training with Farkas for his trip to Bleak Falls. Hell I don't know. I wish I had my phone so I could call them. Whatever it's Skyrim.

Suddenly Aela popped out of the darkness with a large pile of sticks. "That was quick."

"That's how it's done whelp." She began stacking the sticks up and tried to get a fire started. Ha I got an idea.

I whipped out me right hand and pointed at the sticks and fired flames at the sticks triggering the fire. Aela shot her face up and glared at me. "That's how I roll."I crossed my arms and glanced around camp. Aela pulled off a rabbit off her belt that she killed earlier, skinned it, placed it on a stick and through it in the flames. For some reason that rabbit sounded so damn good right now.

As soon as it was cooked well enough, she pulled the rabbit out of the fire, ripped off a leg and through it to me. "Thanks."

"You owe me a drink."

"I'm not gonna be around you when you drink so think of something else." She looked up me as she pulled off another leg with a eye piercing gaze. Shit, she really has the eyes of a wolf. Suddenly she smirked. "What?" I asked.

"I could smell your uneasiness." What the..? Vilkas I'm going to KILL you when I get back.

"How do you know that's me?"

"You have your own distinct smell. Nothing like a Nord." I raised a brow, pulled out my dagger and began playing with it. "I think you are lying about the 'Germanic' tribe of Cyrodiil." She could smell that? How..?

"You can smell lies?"

She snorted and laid back in her bedroll. "Uneasiness usually means you are lying. That's the way I always dealt with it." She let out a great roar of a yawn. "You can tell me where you really are from in the morning alright?"

"Um, okay?" As of now, I fucking hate werewolves. They don't play fair. I threw down my bedroll and laid on top of it. There was a break in the trees and I saw the night sky. The skies are all different in each hold I guess. Well from what I can tell from Whiterun, the Rift and a small part of Falkreath.

I glanced over to Aela. She was sleeping soundly. From what I can remember, werewolves can never sleep peacefully, so why can Aela? Doesn't matter, she better not try anything or I'm going to flip out in the morning.

::Steve's POV::

"Jon check it out!" Jon looked over to me.

"Huh?"

I threw out my hands, aimed at the dummy, and flames filled in my hands. I glanced back at him and he raised both of his brows. "Fireballz!" And a big fireball rocketed out of my hands and hit the dummy. Jon cheered and threw up his hands.

"Wow nice Steve! Did Farengar show you that?"

"You bet. That guy is a swell guy, but he let me off early 'cause he had to talk to some hooded lady." The lady I saw was very serious on the things she was doing.

"Why does that sound familiar?" Jon rubbed his chin. His five o'clock shadow was growing and couldn't help but smile. "What?"

"You need to shave, Jon."

"Yeah I know but I'm afraid of doing it with a knife!" He had a good point. Skyrim probably doesn't have any razors.

"Well ask uh," dang I forgot his name. I'm horrible with names.

"Vilkas?"

"Yeah uh Vilkas." Jon nodded and sat back down in his chair. I noticed Kevin and Cain weren't out on the patio. "Where's Kevin and Cain?"

"Kevin is inside and I don't know where Cain is."

"What do you mean you don't know where Cain is?"

"He's not here, neither is Farkas."

"Which guy is that?"

"He's the big strong guy with a long sword."

"Oh alright. I'll ask Vilkas then." I made my way to the door and opened it up. Kevin was on his way to the bedroom and Vilkas was sitting at the center table with a couple of other people.

"Hey Steve," he greeted with a smile. Man I have to get better with these names.

"Hey," I took a seat at the table, "do you know where Cain is?"

He nodded. "He and Farkas went to Bleak Falls Barrow earlier today. Don't worry bud, he'll be just fine with Farkas."

Bame would flip out if he was hearing what I was. "When will he be back?"

"Probably in the morning. It's not very far and they are probably resting for the night." He took a swig of beer or whatever from his cup. He was buzzed, I could smell it from here. The other people were sitting talking about God knows what. What is a draugr?

"Hey you," a sudden masculine voice asked from the right side of the table. I glanced over to the side and it was one if the greenish blue people, dark elf if that's what Bame told me.

"Yeah?"

"You're the one that saved Lydia, am I right?" His breath was putrid and I am fifteen feet away from him!

"Uh yeah but Bame did most of the work."

"I dunno bout that. From what I've heard, you are the one that used the shock spell to make her heart run faster." He took another swig from his cup.

"Yeah but I'm sure Bame woulda done something if I wasn't there." He eyed me weirdly and leaned back in his chair.

"You aren't like your kin y'know?" What's that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not even sure what race you are. Where do you hale?" Oh God, not good. What was I supposed to say?

"I-" c'mon think! In reality I'm Irish and something else. God, what were the Irish known as before? Celts? I don't even know if they know who they are. Viking? No I'm not big enough to be a Viking. Anglo-Saxon? Once again I highly doubt they know who they are. I'll just go with the Celtics. "I'm a Celt."

He raised his dark eyebrow. "Celtic? Never heard of them. Where are they from?"

"Far east," I said quickly.

"Past Morrowind?" Morrowind? Okay this is too difficult!

"Yeah a lot farther I think."

"That's beyond the sea. Impressive. Are they all specialized with magic?"

"I think so, I don't remember." Jon came inside and continued walking to the downstairs. "Well I'm going to call it a night. Nice talking to you sir."

"Yeah absolutely, be seeing ya." And he went back to chugging down his beverage. I followed up behind Jon to the bedroom.

::Bame's POV::

"Get up, whelp!" The sound of Aela's beastly voice made me jump out of my bed roll. Geez it was at the crack of dawn.

"Why so early?" I glanced up at her and she glared back at me. This woman is never happy.

"I want to get this job done and I'm itching for a fight with the Silver-Hand." She wrapped her arrow casing around her back and belted up her dagger. I got to my feet and folded my bed roll together.

"Yeah yeah I know you are."

"I'm getting sick of your attitude boy!" I could hear her inner wolf in that one. Damn it's similar to the voices from the Exorcism.

"Okay okay, sorry." I could take her as human form but definitely not beast form. It's probably wise not to make her angry. "So what's the plan then?"

"Straightforward, I'm going to take them out with my bow as you charge in. Shouldn't be hard." Bitch, making me be the cannon fodder. Oh well, I'll be fine if I trust my instincts.

"Fine lets go then." We set off and just over the hill there it was, Treva's Watch. She smirked and glanced over to me.

"Go, be quiet. I'll take out all the bow sentries then work my way down to you." I nodded and slowly slid down the hill next to the wall. There was a back entrance to the fort and I peaked around the corner of the wall. There were six of them on the bottom level and three on the sentries.

I glanced up at Aela and motioned her to commence fire. She took out a bow and aimed towards the fort. She released the arrow and it darted through the air. I turned my head and witnessed the arrow penetrate a sentry through the back of the neck. Nobody noticed so Aela released another arrow and it skewered the second sentry in the back of the head. Damn she's a hell of a shot. However, the sentry's body fell back to the ground and the six men heard the body hit the ground.

"What in Oblivion?" One of the men cried. They all unsheathed their swords and whirled their heads around the fort. Aela shot the last sentry just above me and he hit the ground. The six Silver-Hand men looked over at the body in front of me and spotted my presence.

"Over there!" I pulled my battle axe out and braced myself from the incoming attackers. The first person recklessly lounged at me with his sword in the air ready to cut down. In defense, I pointed the tip of the poll of my battle axe at him. Before he could realize that his plan wasn't going to work, he was skewered on the end of the poll. Very swiftly, I kicked him off the end and swung my whole body around gripping tight on my battle axe. The side of the axe sliced through another attacker, almost cutting him in half. Four left.

"Come at me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The next two men ran up with their swords in the air. Before they could slice down, I blocked the sword on my right and force kicked the attacker on my left sending him flying into the third attacker knocking both of them to the ground. The one still standing gripped my neck and brought his sword wielding hand back ready to screw me in the chest.

Quickly, I dropped my axe and held off his arm. With my other free hand, I gripped onto his neck and lifted him up in the air. In the process, he let go of my neck and I smashed his head into the side of the stone wall.

The two other men noticed I didn't have any weapon and they charged at me. As I pulled out my dagger, they both suddenly looked like they got close lined. I shook my head and glimpsed down at them. Both of them had arrows in the middle of their chest.

"Looks like I just saved your sorry ass," Aela sarcastically commented behind me. She glanced down at my battle axe and smirked. "You do know battle axes aren't the best weapons to fight with, bonehead."

"I'm starting to realize that, and don't call me bonehead." She snorted and walked past me.

"Fine ice brain." She has to get rid of that attitude! I'm starting to get really pissed. I picked up my battle axe and sheathed it onto my back.

"You think that's all of them?"

She glanced back to me. "Nope, not at all. I'm guessing the leader is just inside with a couple of men." She glanced around the fort just to make sure and looked at me. "You ready?"

I pulled out my battle axe. "Yeah, let's go." She forcefully kicked down the door to the fort and we stormed in. We noticed a stairs going in deeper and we quickly jogged down them now entering into a larger room.

"Who's there? Ronjar is that you?" Called out a deep masculine voice, most likely from an Orc. Aela glanced over to me and put a finger to her lips.

"Stay here, I'll get this," she whispered to me. I nodded and stood back as she slowly approached the balcony with a drawn arrow. She took aim and released the arrow. The next thing I hear is a loud crash.

"By the nine! What the f-" Suddenly that voice was cut out immediately after Aela released another arrow. She glanced around the room once more and she put her bow on her back.

"Okay, come on down. Lets see if it's here." I sheathed my battle axe and began running down the stairs with Aela on my tail.

We both surveyed the room and both of our eyes eventually landed onto the larger table. There it was, a piece of Wuuthrad. It was the part that looked like a face opening it's mouth very wide. I walked over to the piece and picked it up. It was midnight black and pretty heavy. Out of the blue, Aela snatched it right out of my hands. "What the..?"

"It's not your place to hold this legendary piece. Remember you are a whelp, new blood." I gritted my teeth and shook my head. Damn redhead.

"Fine, lets get outta here then."

We got back on the road to Whiterun. Once again, Aela has been giving me some pretty weird looks. I can't tell if she's pissed or...thinking of me in different weird ways. "Need something?" I had to break the silence. Certainly eased up the tension.

"You never told me what you are." Damn it, I was trying to stay away from this for as long as I can.

"Germanic. I told you the truth before." In reality, I am German. So she has to understand that I am telling the truth. She smirked.

"Yeah I know that's the truth, but where are you from?"

I stopped in my tracks, leaned down and placed my hands on my knees. "I can't tell you." She raised a brow.

"Reason?"

"You just wouldn't understand how it happened." She crossed her arms and looked into my eyes.

"Happened? What are you saying?" The tone of her voice was changing moreover to confusion rather than interrogation.

"Never mind, I don't want to talk about it." She lowered both her brows and bit her lip. I turned my head back towards the road and continued walking on the stone road.

"Well I guess I'll just have to tell 'her' then." I stopped in my tracks and shot my gaze to her. She leaned onto a tree and smirked mischievously.

"What are you talking about?!"

"I know you like her."

Who the hell was she talking about? "Her?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "C'mon whelp, besides the smell, it's obvious you like the Jarl's daughter."

"Lydia? What makes you say that?" Where was she going with this? I'm starting to lose my temper. Keep your cool Bame, c'mon you can keep it.

"Well I can smell your infatuation for her when you are around her. It's pretty distinct. Also, the way you act around her is a dead giveaway. You won't take your eyes off her and you always smile when she's in your sight." Damn it she's right..

"What's your point?" She raised both her eyebrows and glanced down at the ground.

"I guess I'll have to tell her what you think of her-"

"Fuck you Aela!" I can feel the rage build up in my chest. "You wouldn't dare!"

She laughed and leaned off the tree. "That is if you tell me where you came from. Then I might forget to tell her." She kept on laughing beneath her breath. She glanced one more time and resumed walking down the road.

Here I stood in the middle of the road trying to find a way to explain what exactly happened. She can't tell anyone or people will begin to think we are demons from different dimensions. "Fine you win."

She glanced around and folded her arms. Her facial reaction indicating she's ready for a long story. "That is if you promise that you don't mention this to any soul, okay?"

She nodded in acknowledgement. "Alright deal."

"Okay," I began rubbing my head. "This is how it all happened..."


oh so the word is out! I guess we'll just have to find out what Aela does after she hears the truth. Please comment and review!