Sorry, stress kept me from immediately finishing this page, college sucks balls so bad and costs so much even for community college and my mom is pressuring me into everything, basically she wants me to get out despite the fact that I just graduated high school last year and was completely unprepared for real life, but if I go to live with my dad she'll throw a fit…so yeah…I've been crying myself to sleep for a bit now :/

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She stands at the top of the tomb with Wuuthrad unwrapped and waiting. Brynjolf has his shoulders hunched against the cold wind and snow, his hood drawn low over his face. "I won't go in with you Lass, it's not my place, so this is where we part."

"Thank you Brynjolf, I couldn't have done this without your help."

"Sure you could have, just not as fast." He smiles at her then nudges the sack of heads with the toe of his boot, "Don't forget these, they stink like rot."

Kav bends over and grabs the bag by its tied end, "Of course, it won't work without them. You should head back now, the storm will only get worse, don't need you getting trapped in a death cave."

He offers her a smile, a sad one, "I know you're not coming back…I know you're going to forgive him, you're going to go back to that town and make good on yourself."

She looks at where the mountains claw at the sky and sighs, "You're probably right…but you can always count on me, Brynjolf. If the Guild ever needs help…if your funds deplete, call on me."

He huffs with his sad look, "You won't come back, you want to be a better person Lass…to do that, you need to leave us behind."

"Doesn't mean I will." She knows his words are true…but the thieves had been good friends with her and she found it hard to contemplate turning her back on them.

He grabs her shoulders with firm hands, "I wish you well Lass, you deserve more then you tell yourself."

She puts her left hand on his shoulder, "You too Brynjolf, don't get caught ok?"

He snorts and pulls away, "ME get caught?" He tilts his head to her and turns, leaving her alone in the cold dead landscape.

She heads down the spiral stairs and bends down to pick the lock. Vilkas probably has the key with him but lucky for her, she's quite adept at ancient locks. The tumblers click into place and she gives the door a rough shove. It swings open, scraping against the stone floor. The air inside is stale, but that's pretty standard for every tomb. She's greeted by darkness and Ysgramor's statue. She steps up onto the stone slab beneath his feet and lifts the axe up. She's sure this is what she's supposed to do judging by the way his hands are. She slides the weapon into his stone grip and waits. There's a pop and a hiss, dust moves from behind Ysgramor, coming forward like a tidal wave. Kav swats a hand in front of her face, suppressing the coughs that seep up through her, begging to be set free. She glances around the cavern then lights a torch and starts forward. The first obstacles she comes upon is a couple of skeevers, nothing difficult. She watches the floor for pressure plates and trap springs, in fact she's so enamored in what she's doing that she doesn't notice them at first. The ghosts come out of the stone coffins and fly towards her, spectral swords clashing against her hastily thrown up creation. It takes her a few strange moments to defeat the ghosts, "How are they corporeal?" She choked it up to magic and continues on, pushing the next door open. At the top of the stairs she curses, she knows this room is going to be filled with enemies soon, she can taste it in the air.

Finally, after hours of fighting she finds the final chamber, "Kodlak this had better work, I'm cold, tired, my boots are wet, and I'm all cut up."

She pulls a witch head from the sack and approaches but before she reaches it a figure shows up, glowing in the dim light of her torch, "It will."

"Kodlak…is that you?" she asks in disbelief.

"Of course, I've been waiting, trying to evade the inevitable. I never thought you'd come."

"I almost couldn't. I'll be honest, Vilkas and the others…they didn't want me around. I had to steal and cheat to find my way here."

"You didn't steal, and we're all proud of you and honored to count you among us."

"Us?"

"I'm not the only one here, hiding out."

She shakes her head, deciding not to question it.

"Eorlund gave you the axe and even if you took it from the Companions without their permission the axe belongs to the tomb."

"Right, so what now?"

"I don't rightly know, Vilkas and I were working on finding out exactly what to do."

"In your journal, it said…I don't know what…I'm doing." She bows her head and rubs the palm of her hand over her tired eyes.

"Put the head in the fire."

Kav turns, her hair whipping out into the air, Vilkas is standing in the doorway, his sword tip touching the ground. There's no one else with him, it's just him.

She lifts the ugly head and puts it into the blue flames, instantly the air in the room turns hostile, Kodlak vanishes and a spectral wolf appears. It leaps at her over the flames, jaws hanging open exposing sharp teeth. Kodlak lifts his form from the ground and moves back, trying to get out of the way or scared of his beast form, who knows what it looks like to him. Kav doesn't have time to draw her sword as the beast lands on her, she grabs his nose and chin, trying to push his head away. Vilkas brings his sword up and brings it down hard, embedding it into the wolf's flesh. The animal bucks and Vilkas' sword is wrenched from his hand and slams against his stomach, knocking him back and making him trip over the stairs. The wolf turns angrily towards Vilkas. Kav scrambles and musters up a feeling in her chest she hasn't felt for what seemed like ages. "FUS RO DAH!" the end of the sound is like a shriek that rends the air, the wolf goes flying back, hitting a wall with surprising hardness. Vilkas gets to his feet and Kav jumps to hers, ripping her sword from its sheath, "Stand back."

The wolf comes at her again but this time, she lifts the blade up, calmly pointing it to the ceiling, blade pointing towards the enemy. The wolf rams into it, the force sending her sliding back, and with a yelp, it falls. It was over in a second, it was there then it was down. Her own voice echoes in her ears, as Vilkas' sword clangs to the ground in what felt like slow motion.

Kodlak smiles from where he stands, "Thank you, I can feel my soul go free. The others are still trapped though, perhaps from Sovengarde we can wage war."

"I suppose you could, give Hircine a run for his money, if you think about it ask the old Dragonborn's for help, they miss the fight."

"I will, Vilkas, treat her right, and Kav go back to Jorrvaskr and rest. I expect you to lead the Companions to victory." He gives them one last smile and slowly melts from view. The cave grows warmer and she's left panting, sore, and sad. Vilkas retrieves his blade, "The others…they're back at the front."

"There's a back door you know."

"Kav…I'll admit my pride was hurt when I thought…I can't apologize enough. I was so angry and torn over Kodlak's death that-"

"Vilkas…please don't."

The silence stretches between them before the sound of his blade clicking into its holster, "Kav…come home." He says no more and turns, leaving the way he came. She watches him go, eyes glossing over his back, the strength in it made her feel…funny."

So you ever write something and you realize the flaws in your design? Like I completely forgot that you Kodlak has no clue what to do. So yeah…but for our stories purpose let's just leave that out? Anyway I know this one is short but the next one will be the last ^.^ at least I think it will be, you know how I am, nothing in this has gone the way I thought it would at the beginning, like originally I thought it was about them fighting over being werewolves (whether it was good or not) and I thought it would be three chapters tops, yet this is the 13'th chapter, (0).(0). The support I've gotten from you guys is amazing and I love you all so much!