Look, I'm really sorry that I haven't been around for a few months! I've just been doing a lot of school work, been on holiday, watching movies, getting back into some activities, freaking out about some stuff and the like. I guess I'm just going to have to inform you guys that I will still be writing this story, but at a slower pace. Don't think that I have abandoned you! Because I love all of you who read this story, I will return with chapters as often as I can :)

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From her small perch up in the short cliffs by the Skaal Village, Frea watched as Emalia left. She suspected that was going to happen, and she'd come up with a plan to take action on behalf of Gelebor. Slowly, Frea made her way down and sent a quick prayer to the All-Maker, for guidance. Her boots crunched crisply as they touched down on the snowy ground, but, luckily, Emalia was slightly too far away for her to hear. Frea pulled up the hood to her long dark grey cloak, she was ever so grateful for the moonless night at the time. Frea watched Emalia closely as she left the village, but as soon as the village lights faded Emalia took off into the night. Frea swore silently and swiftly picked her her pace. She ducked and weaved through the damaged trees, desperately trying to keep up whilst keeping as quiet as possible. Frea swore that she could hear Emalia crying as she ran, but she didn't stop to think on it. She didn't have time to think of where they were going as well, but still she followed the Dragonborn. "Nobody understands..." Frea heard Emalia whisper.

Suddenly, Frea heard the footsteps come to a stop. She slowed down and peered through the trees, and it was only then she finally understood where she was. Through the dark branches she could see a clearing only a few arm lengths away. Snow swirled around, almost magically, stirring up the ground and seemed to almost be protecting the place. A few shoots of green poked through the bright white ground, like little beacons of hope, and the trees bent around to see what was within. Emalia slowed her pace down and dropped all that she was holding, as if in a trance. She slowly moved forward and approached the middle of the clearing, Frea leaned closer to get a better look. She took in a gasp as she realized what was there. Never in all of her years had she noticed such a thing within this clearing! Emalia leaned down and dusted snow off a frozen figure lying peacefully on the ground. A single sob escaped her lips and she continued to clean off the snow. Frea bit her lip to keep herself from saying anything, she knew that it was best if she just watched so that she knew what was happening. "Nobody knew me like you did..." Emalia muttered.

At first, Frea was scared that Emalia was directing that to her. But she then noticed Emalia leaning down to gentle trace the face of a person. Upon closer inspection, Frea slowly started to realize who it was. Short dark locks, flowing down to the stubble dusted cheek. Silver eyes, gazing lifelessly, frozen, up to the moon. Thick brows, arching down into what seemed like a soft frown. Mouth slightly agape, frozen half way between final words of love. Emalia fell into the snow next to the figure and her shoulders shook in sobs. "Vilkas, he's coming to get me! Hircine is coming to take my soul! I don't know if he's going to take your soul to, but where are you? Please! I'm begging you! Come back to me! Protect my life! Please! Vilkas, where are you? Can you hear me? Is Sovngarde too far away? Can you not reply to me?!"

With shaking hands, Emalia cupped the frozen figure's face. "Pl-please... Vilkas, please save me! That fire in your eyes has been gone for so long that I can't remember it anymore... I miss your warm embrace... Some nights, I forget that you... that you are gone... But when I reach for your hand, it's not there anymore..."

Emalia's fingers started to trace different patterns into the snow, but were soon blown away by the harsh wind. "I can't remember your touch, I can't remember your voice, I can't remember your laugh... Hircine has taken it away from me and replaced it with the snarling of wolves. There's no Akatosh, no Talos, no Auri-El who as come to save me from this torment. The gods have left me to die... Have you done the same?"

Silence, nothing except the wind. "ANSWER ME! PLEASE!"

Frea felt the very earth rumble at the sound of Emalia's powerful plea. The ancient power of the Thu'um laced into her voice. But still, she had no reply. Emalia sighed. "Thought so..." She whispered.

Emalia sat there for a while, then suddenly pulled out a dagger. Frea wasn't sure where this was going to go. Whilst Frea was fearing for the worst, nothing too bad came out of it. All Emalia did was cut across her palm and stain the snow red with a few drops of her blood. An oath. "Zu fen aus, zu fen feim, zu fen dir... Nuz, zu fen boziik krif faal vul sivaas do Hircine."

The wind seemed to sigh and the ground quaked, almost as if Emalia's words were being carried to the corners of the land and beyond. The wind taking her message to skies beyond Tamriel and the ground taking message to the long buried dead. "Hon daar rot, zu fen ni bovul"

Frea's knowledge on the dragon tongue was limited and she wasn't sure what Emalia was saying, but whatever it was... She wanted something to know those words. She backed away slowly, but her foot scuffed against a fallen branch. She winced as Emalia turned around, fearing for the elf's wrath. But no torrent of anger came. "It isn't wise to follow me, only death follows me."

Frea relaxed slightly and stepped closer. "I'm sorry, but what you did was childish and I had to know where you were going and what you were going to do. But... I didn't expect this."

Emalia sighed. "'This' is all because of me. I couldn't bury the body in the frozen ground, I could take the body back to Sovngarde. I had no choice but to keep him in a frozen state, not moving in time or with the world."

Frea eventually decided that Emalia wasn't going to lash out at her, and came even closer and into the light of the clearing. She finally managed to get an even better look of everything. The frozen figure in the snow was garbed in a set of unique steel armor lined with some sort of fur around the edges, wolves bared their fangs and geometrical patterns traced the edges of the armor. Clasped between gloved hands was a greatsword, looking almost akin to a normal steel greatsword. But there was just one thing that was different about it, but under the layer of ice it was difficult to see. Emalia sat beside the figure, her hands over the hands of the frozen man. Her blood staining the fingers red. The ice itself seemed to shimmer blue, purple and green in the light of the dancing auroras in the sky, Frea tried to place what sort of ice it was. Arcane? Regular? Or... "Stalhrim." Emalia answered, as if reading Frea's mind.

"Pardon?"

"Stalhrim is what I used. I pulled an ancient magic from deep within, using the energy of my sorrow, guilt and grief in order to fuel the magic without having to draw out Magicka."

Frea was completely amazed, Emalia was truly something different. She looked up and gave the elf a sorrowful look. "This is him, isn't it? Under this layer of ice is the body of your husband."

Tears welled in Emalia's eyes. She slowly nodded and dashed away her tears. "Yes... I couldn't bear to close his eyes, so selfish of me... I couldn't bear to lock away his hypnotic gaze forever. Silver..." She looked up at the moon, "Just like the moonlight."

Frea caught a glimpse of a small smile pulling at Emalia's lips. "Whenever the moon is out, bright and shining, I love to think that he's watching me from Sovngarde. Trying to guide me. But now, I don't feel it. I don't feel like I did before, I could understand that people passed away. But now, I feel so alone. It's almost as if he's abandoned me."

Emalia turned her gaze back to the ground. "Has... Has something happened back at... Back at home? In Jorrvaskr? I never know. Maybe he visits his brother now. Maybe he's... He's..." A sob tore at her words. "Maybe he's trying to get them to forgive me. I don't think it's right though, I don't deserve to have a family like The Companions. Gwen doesn't deserve a pathetic friend like me. Farkas doesn't deserve the heartbreak I caused him when his brother died. Aela shouldn't have to lead The Companions in the dark. I am too low for all of them. I don't know honour like those men and women did. I'm not the Harbinger of the Companions, I'm the Harbinger of bad fortune."

Frea was about to say something, when Emalia's attention was settled fully upon her. "What am I to you, Frea? The one who caused the death of your father? A bringer of death? A pathetic mewling elf?"

"No, none of those. To me, you are a saviour. A Skaal friend and an inspiring woman who strives for what she thinks is right. Your sense of right and wrong is unparalleled, you will do anything for the sake of helping others. You care for people when others do not, you are a bright beacon of hope, the very manifestation of salvation and joy. Emalia, you have made sacrifices that I would have never lived through. Instead of ending your life, you continue on with the pains and your suffering to guide you through the darkness that is grief. You ask what you are to me, so I give you my answer; You are my guiding light. The one to look to when times are dark."

Frea held out a hand. "And now, it's my turn to guide you. Soon, it will be your turn to guide Gelebor. You are like the arrow from a bow which pierces through the enemy like a bolt of lightning–"

In mid sentence, Frea suddenly realized something huge. "By the All-Maker... That's it!"

Emalia brushed away a few more tears and tilted her head. "What?"

"Don't you understand, it's all clear now! I think that there is more to you being Dragonborn, something beneath that. Hidden away. It has something to do with the Daedra... I just know it! I may not believe in them fully, but I know that they are definitely a threat if they are trying to tear you apart."

"Please, do elaborate."

"It's almost as if the Daedra are trying to use you as a 'bridge' into this dimension. Almost like... They're trying to..."

Emalia decided to have a go at guessing what Frea was about to say, "Take over the world as we know it? But I'm the one who will stand in their way if they do try to come by regular means..."

Frea nodded. "Exactly! What they're doing is manipulating everything around you to break you, and once you are dealt with there will be none strong enough to stand in their way."

Suddenly, a stroke of brilliance came over Frea. "Emalia, when was the last time you ever did something truly meaningful?"

The elf shrugged. "I don't really know..."

"Exactly! You don't feel any purpose anymore, you don't feel the same strength flowing through your veins. Finding Gelebor's people, now that is a quest you could take on to fill that hole!"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Show Gelebor all of this, tell him everything, give back Auri-El's bow, take on this quest. I cannot tell you how much smoother everything will be when he understands you."

Emalia hesitated and turned her gaze back to the frozen figure in the snow. "Is that true? Do you truly think so?" She gazed up to the sky and sighed.

As she gazed up, her mouth was pulled into a frown. "Strange... There are no lights..." She muttered.

Frea looked up and furrowed her brows in confusion. "What do you mean by that? The stars still shine up there."

Emalia shook her head. "No, that's not what I meant. I was talking about the auroras, they aren't there..."

"Is there some sort of significance of them to you?"

Emalia nodded. "Yes, they are my guiding lights. Whenever I was in doubt, I would look up and watch as they danced among the stars. Like gods in the vast halls of their kings and queens, dancing to the sound of the melodic blowing of the wind and the soft rustling of trees. Whenever I was in doubt, I looked up and saw the lights so high up. Far, far away from all of the troubles in the world. It gave me hope. A guiding light. But now they are gone. I can't see them. Where is my hope now? Where is my guiding light?"

Is that all okay for you guys? I was considering rewriting this chapter... So tell me what you think :D Okay, thanks! Bye bye folks 3