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~Alliesa

Chapter Thirteen: A Showdown, Take 2

"So, have you already given up on your 'brilliant' idea? Or do I have to force you even more?"

"No-! Hyagh!"

As soon as Amara replied with her confidence, Miraak pressed his foot, which was placed on her arm harder. There was she, just lying on the ground, twirling from pain and trying to escape from her current hopeless position. It felt as if her upper arm was nailed to the ground through itself. Deja vu? The man's face was clearly showing his enjoyment and he didn't even let her to move. His sticked-to-the-ground foot prevented her from escaping and when she grabbed it with her free hand, he quickly swing his sword and placed it right under her chin. At that second she stopped any unnecessary movements.

"Tell me one thing then", Miraak's eyes squinted, "What keeps you resisting? Wouldn't it be better for you to avoid the pain?"

When she gulped she felt a sharp cold iron on her throat, which was sensing a life danger. It was clear that she wouldn't squeak a word of her mouth so he continued to shake her off: "Or are you enjoying your pain."

"What!? No! Why would-!"

Amara shouted and in the moment she raised her head, the edge of the sword left a small cut on the right side of her neck. Immediately she returned back and left her head hit the floor and tensed all her face muscles. The sword was withdrawn delicately and hidden in Miraak's sheet. Her heart beat even faster than before, this was madness for her. Her unstable breath couldn't stop itself. At the same time she felt fear and danger, which made her to respect him. Why in the world would she feel any respect to that psychopathic monster. Was there any reason for that? The only answer she could think of was because he was wiser and allowed her to get his knowledge. He taught her what nobody ever could teach her. But other than that, it wasn't anything what made her feel safe.

"Stop moving that much. It's unnecessary.", sighed hopelessly Miraak and turned halfway around. He glanced curiously over his shoulder at her. Amara got on her feet right away, not wasting any time. She despised being pinned down to the ground the most and she got the idea that Miraak knew it very well. It was too obvious he was doing that on purpose but for what.. purpose? Amara cleaned off her butt of the dirt and growled back at him:

"My duty is to save the world! So I'm gonna beat you and go back where I belong!"

At those lines the first Dragonborn took all his attention at her and turned around to face her.

"What exactly is your duty then."

"What?", snorted she while smiling unsurely.

"I asked, what is your purpose to live."

"W-Well to save the world obviously! Alduin is gonna destroy it so I need to defeat him."

"Why."

It seemed as if he caught her in his net, trying to break her spirit. The last Dragonborn continued puzzled:

"Because that's my destiny!"

"That's what I'm asking, why is it your destiny."

"Because that way I'll stop the wars.."

"You?"

"Because that's what..they..", she stared at the greenish-light ground and her face frowned.

"What they."

Amara rose her head back to face him, but only to let her spirit devour by his eyes. He seemed to be too confident about his thoughts, yet she felt that that man could help her. Was that what he was trying to do? She let her tiny voice to whisper out from her last strength:

"I... don't know."

"Mhm."

For that answer she felt ashamed and disgrace for not knowing the reason for her purpose. It was too obvious for what reason would she want to save the world so she never questionized it. Her heart beat harder with guilt and her body started to shiver. She just wanted to stop the talk right now.

"So the last great Dragonborn, to whom they sing their songs doubts about the humanity, isn't even sure whether to 'save' the world, is she." her eyes widened and she shouted back at him:

"No, I'm...! Doing the right... thing."

"You aren't even aware of your duties and skills as a Dragonborn. What do you think happens if you defeat their common enemy. They'll give their hands to each other and bring back the peace? There wasn't and never will be any peaces."

She didn't think that far, when she heard the threat is in world's scale. He was right. Her pale face looked hopelessly. When the Stormcloaks and the Imperials were brought together willing to cooperate, she was satisfied to see them in one place. It that was enough for her to offer her help to defeat the Worldeater. But didn't it look as if they were-

"They are using your mind by praising you, how naive."

"Well I have no choice! That's what prophecy says!"

"And you never question it. Naive Kiir."

"Then,... if you were me, what would you do.."

There it was. His eyes sparkled with hunger, as if we was waiting ages for this very moment. He stepped slowly forward like a snake hypnotising his food. Each his footstep left an echo in her head, as if her senses grew stronger from the fear.

"A Dragonborn has to work either in community or...alone.", carefully he stepped while his eyes devoured the poor innocent soul,

"You have no idea what power lies in your hands. And that is why because they didn't let you to figure it out."

"W-Why wouldn't they.. let me to..", everytime she heard a step, her feet stepped instinctively backwards. Their deep colored eyes battled with the stare for who'd break it first.

"Because of this very reason... They are afraid you will have your own mind."

"My own mind?"

"Your own decisions, your doubts and the will of..."

He gets too close.

"getting"

He's way too close!

"in their"

Ah?! What's that, a wall behind me?!

"way."

What?!

She flinched when out of a sudden the man in front of her aggressively hit with his palm the wall on the right side of her head. It felt like a slap in her head and made her ear ring, yet his gently look made her feel safe after all. She heard his calm breathing and avoided his face due to her shyness. Shyness? Gee lady, you're too old for that!

"And if I was you"

She flinched again, this time lightly so he wouldn't notice it. Could he just stop talking that way? He was clearly enjoying it and for that very reason she hated it. As soon as he spoke she glared in the corner of her eye at him.

"I definitely wouldn't let them manipulate me."

Could that be, that was the reason that he was angry when he found out I didn't know a thing? That I was naive? That people kept asking me for my help? Trusting him she slowly faced him and tried her best not to avoid his eyes. But little she knew that Miraak didn't even give a damn about her own problems. For him it was fun to tease the innocent soul.

"They despise others, who can't get under their control. Keep in mind what your destiny is and don't let it go, Mey."

"I-! ... ", she bit her lips while her blank mind refused to work. With the silence and at her clear loss at words, Miraak took the opportunity to continue and moved closer to her left ear whispering:

"So don't think."

Her chest was thumping like crazy, the temperature between their bodies didn't stop rising, especially on her left side of her face. Exactly where she felt the man's body temperature, that didn't even touch her. Directly in front of her eyes she could feel his strong shoulder muscles just by looking at his shoulder pads. She quickly shut her eyes tightly to keep her emotions flow easy and calm, yet it was a futile action. On the contrary it made her breath even more unstable.

"That being a Dragonborn is 'easy'."

Easy? That was why he was mad at me?

Amara noticed that he slowly was backing his head and glanced at his eyes, as if she expected an answer from her thought's question. Although her eyes begged him to look at her, Miraak's eyes were focused at something else. He didn't take off his eyes from the left side of her neck and stopped from backing away. Being still near to her face the man gently placed his thumb on the focused body part. When he rubbed forcely she felt a sharp pain and remembered she had a wound from his sword there. He noticed she flinched leaving a quiet voice out, so he assured he hadn't any bad intentions:

"It was dripping."

He withdrew gently his hand back and stepped back to give her space. She quite the contrary with a haste touched her neck, trying to cover his last touch she felt.

It's gone..

The scratch completely disappeared, it didn't even left any pain from it, yet her neck still remembered his forcely touch on that place. What was that, did she actually felt pleasure coming from that little touch? No way! No no no no, it was way too impossible. He was her enemy and her goal was to return to her world.

"I won't let Alduin take over the world.." At her words Miraak didn't hold back from speaking:

"And why would that be."

"Because I want to save people I care!"

A silent snort-sigh was heard coming from his mouth, while he commented: "If you say so. The lesson is over for today."

The day was over for them, although there was no night in this realm. From the hours of their battle she already felt exhausted, so she just needed a rest.

Physically and emotionally.

But little they knew that that wasn't their last pleasure they felt that day.