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Chapter Fourteen
Einarr swore loudly when he saw the dragon circling the area, its head turned towards them. It had spotted them and was getting ready to fly over in their direction and attack. He could hear his sister shouting at Kiraya and Rohan, urging them to run away. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that the children were listening to orders and running off, their eyes occasionally glancing back to look at the dragon.
"Well this is definitely something we haven't done in a while," Lassarina muttered, nocking an arrow and drawing back the bowstring, her eyes trained on the dragon.
"Risk our lives?" Einarr guessed. "That's not true, we've done it twice in a month already."
"I was going to say fight a dragon."
The dragon roared as it flew toward them, and Lassarina raised her bow, releasing a long breath and letting her arrow fly. The arrow pierced the dragon's wing, and as expected, it kept flying right toward them. Einarr turned to his sister to tell her to run, but saw she was already sprinting away, running in the opposite direction of Kiraya and Rohan. Gritting his teeth, he ran after his sister, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the dragon was following them. He couldn't deny that the mighty creatures were extremely fast, because it had caught up in second and was landing on the ground. The ground shook, making Einarr momentarily lose his balance, and then he heard the dragon take a deep breath.
"Shit!" he cursed as he turned to the left and ran a couple of feet before diving to the ground, the skin on his arms getting scraped on several loose and sharp rocks.
"Yol!" the dragon Shouted, and fire streamed out its maw.
Einarr quickly got to his feet when he felt the flames licking at his boots and kept on running, not even daring to look back. He heard the dragon roar in pain and felt the air cool slightly, giving him an opportunity to look over his shoulder. He saw the dragon shaking its head angrily; an arrow had pierced its snout. He heard the hiss of another arrow flying through the air and saw it pierce its scaly neck.
"Einarr!" Lassarina shouted at him from further away. "Hurry and hack away before it flies off!"
Einarr nodded and drew his dragonbone greatsword from his back, charging at the dragon. As he reached it, its head whipped in his direction and its jaws snapped at him. Einarr jumped back, narrowly dodging the razor-sharp fangs, and swung his blade at the dragon's head, slicing into its scaly hide. The dragon shrieked in pain and snapped its jaws at him again.
"Dur hi, Dovahkiin!" the dragon snarled at him.
Another arrow flew right into the dragon's head, and a gush of blood splattered onto Einarr's arm. The dragon snarled angrily again and spun its body around, hitting Einarr in his midsection with its tail and making him fall back several feet. He gasped from the pain and struggled to find his next breath as he rolled onto his side and felt the ground for his sword.
"Einarr!" Lassarina shouted. "Einarr, are you alright?"
"Ugh, I feel like I got trampled by a mammoth," he groaned as he found the handle of his sword and got up.
The dragon had taken flight again and was now circling around them, trying to figure out the best means of attacking. Einarr clutched his side, sparing a glance down at his armor to see it had become dented a bit. He didn't have to be as smart as Vilkas to figure out that he was likely to have some wicked bruises underneath. The dragon roared again and flew at Lassarina, who was already sprinting away. He thought the dragon was going to land again to attack, but then he saw it take a deep breath.
"Rina, watch out!" he shouted, trying to run after her, but the fresh pain in his abdomen prevented him from doing it quickly.
A breath of deadly cold frost erupted from the dragon's mouth and rained down on the earth, the pillar drawing steadily closer to his fleeing sister. He silently willed her to use her Whirlwind Sprint Shout. His eyes widened when he saw Lassarina trip and the ice travel right across her body lying on the ground.
"Lassarina!" he shouted, ignoring his pain and dashing over to her.
When he reached her, the dragon was circling back but was still far enough for him to take a moment to check on her. She was still conscious, but her body was shivering violently. A layer of frost covered the length of her body, making her skin pale and her lips take on a blue tinge. Her groan even trembled a bit as he tried to help her up.
"Come on, you have to get up!" he urged his sister. "The dragon is flying back."
"S-so c-c-cold," she whimpered as she got to her feet.
"Aye I know, just start running and you'll be warm in no time."
"A-a-a-aye, t-that'll ha-happen."
The dragon's roar was louder now, and they turned to see dropping down to land right in front of them. It took a deep breath, but Einarr wasn't going to give it the chance to Shout.
"Fus, Ro Dah!" Einarr shouted, the strong force hitting the dragon and making it flinch back, preventing it from Shouting.
Without missing a beat, Lassarina stepped forward and shouted as well. "Yol!"
The fire shot out from her mouth and enveloped the dragon, burning it's flesh and scales as it screeched in pain. His sister took several steps back, coughing madly and clutching her throat as she felt the aftereffects of using the Fire Breath Shout. Gritting his teeth, Einarr clutched the handle of his greatsword and stepped forward, slicing at the dragon's exposed throat while it reared its head back. Blood spurted out of the wound, sizzling as it passed the flames still engulfing its body and spraying onto Einarr. The blood was boiling hot when it touched his exposed skin, and he hissed in pain, wiping away any blood that was on his face.
"Kir . . . na gah . . . Zu'u drehni laan wah dir . . ."
The dragon's screeching lowered to a soft, painful keening as the blood flowed out of its wound. Einarr stared at it, dimly aware that Lassarina had returned to his side, still clutching her throat. The dragon's golden eye seemed to stare at him, filled with an emotion Einarr never expected to see. When he fought dragons before he saw them as hateful creatures with nothing better to do than attack innocent travelers on the roads and wilds. He saw them as monsters. But looking into this dragon's slowly fading eyes, he saw fear. This dragon was afraid to die.
The light left its eyes then, and the body began to disintegrate, the gale of the dragon's soul sweeping across the rocky terrain and directly toward Einarr and Lassarina. His whole body tensed as he absorbed the soul, the sensation still as unpleasant as the first time he felt it. Each time he absorbed a dragon's soul, his own soul felt heavier, as if it was carrying a weight that he would never be able to relieve himself of. But the weight of this dragon's soul was heavier than the others, and he couldn't push away the guilt he felt when he sensed the dragon's fear, still evident in its soul.
"Damn it . . ." Lassarina muttered angrily beside him.
Einarr turned to his sister and saw her hastily wiping tears out of her eyes.
"Lassarina?"
She turned to him, her eyes still watering. "It was terrified. It didn't want to die."
"Aye, I know. I felt it too."
"By the Nine, they really are Dragonborn!" exclaimed Esbern's voice.
Einarr turned, surprised to hear the old man's voice. He saw the old Nord approaching with Delphine, Kiraya and Rohan in tow. Rohan's hawk had returned to him, and the boy's eyes were widened in shock and awe as he stared at the dragon's skeleton, while Kiraya bolted over to Einarr and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Papa, you're alright!" she sighed, clearly relieved.
Einarr smiled and stroked his daughter's hair. "Aye, I'm alright, kitten."
"Did the dragon hurt you?"
"Just a few bruises and singed ankles."
Kiraya smiled and looked at Lassarina. "What about you, Aunt Rina?"
But his sister ignored Kiraya and was stalking over to Delphine. "How long were you standing there?"
"Not long," Delphine answered, her eyes hardening. "Esbern wanted to observe you absorbing the dragons soul, and I thought it best to stay beside the children."
"We're not children," Rohan muttered, giving Delphine an indignant glare.
"You didn't think to help us?" Lassarina demanded.
"Why?" Delphine sniffed. "You and your brother could handle it. It was a young dragon, barely a challenge for two Dragonborn."
"That dragon was terrified! Now I have to live with this guilt weighing down my soul for the rest of my life!"
"You shouldn't show any remorse for a monster. It wouldn't have felt any if it had killed you."
Einarr saw his sister's body tense up as if she were getting ready to attack Delphine. He quickly moved Kiraya aside and pulled Lassarina back by her arm before she did anything regrettable. He dragged her several feet away from the Breton woman, out of ear shot, and glared at his sister.
"Calm down!" he growled softly. "Honestly, you're becoming as short-tempered as your husband!"
"I really don't like that woman," Lassarina hissed. "It's like she's talking down to me all the time."
"Just ignore her and stay close to Esbern. You like him, don't you?"
Lassarina was scowling, but she nodded. "Aye."
Einarr walked around Esbern, who was studying the dragon's skeleton running his fingers across the bones with a delicate touch, and picked up pieces of bones and scale that he was collecting for a little project he was working on. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a million questions in Esbern's eyes.
"How did absorbing the soul feel?" was the old Nord's first question.
"Unpleasant," Einarr replied, focusing more on collecting the bones and scales. "It was like my body was being invaded by an unwelcome presence. But could we save all your questions until after we're inside this Sky Haven Temple?"
Esbern nodded. "Right, of course. The dragon helped in clearing all of the Forsworn from the entrance. If we move quickly, we should be able to reach it before they start returning to their camp."
Esbern took the lead with Delphine right behind him. Einarr made sure to stay between Lassarina and the Breton woman to prevent any confrontation, since the two women seemed to want to tear the other's hair out every time they spoke. Luckily Rohan was keeping Lassarina thoroughly distracted, the two of them whispering to each other in hushed tones. It piqued his curiosity to know what they were whispering about, but he let it go for now and focused on listening for any trouble.
They traveled through the now-deserted Forsworn camp, Lassarina picking up anything she saw as valuable and stashing it in her pocket. To Einarr's dismay, he noticed Kiraya and Rohan were following her example, searching chests and sacks they passed.
"Lassarina, I don't mind that you're a thief, but I do mind that my daughter is taking things that don't belong to her," Einarr informed his sister. "I doubt Avyanna would appreciate Rohan stealing, either."
Lassarina turned to look at Kiraya and smirked coyly. "There's nothing wrong with taking some things from the Forsworn. They restrict themselves to the wilds; what do they need gold for?"
Einarr glared at her. "Rina . . ."
She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Kiraya, Rohan, no stealing!"
Both of them groaned loudly and walked away from where they were rummaging. They fell into step beside Lassarina and continued walking after Esbern and Delphine. They entered the temple through a cave entrance and weren't surprised to find several Forsworn inside, hiding from the dragon. They attacked the minute they spotted Einarr and his team, making Lassarina shout out to Rohan and Kiraya and order them to hide. They did as they were told while the adults fought the Reachmen, but occasionally, Einarr spotted one of Kiraya's steel arrows hitting one of the Forsworn. It took them several minutes to kill all of the hostiles, but they managed and continued through the cavern until it gave way to an impressive stone structure.
"Looks like we can go through if we lower that stone bridge," Lassarina pointed out, staring at it.
Delphine had turned her attention to some carved stone pillars that were about as high as Einarr's waist. "These pillars must have something to do with it."
"Yes," Esbern agreed, his brows drawn tightly together as he studied them. "These are Akaviri symbols." He looked closer at them and ran his hand across each face. "Let's see . . . you have the symbol for 'king' . . . and 'warrior' . . . and of course the symbol for 'Dragonborn.'"
Einarr looked closely at the "Dragonborn" symbol, noting how it looked like two dragon heads meeting with an arrow pointing down between them. He studied each pillar and then the bridge, trying to figure out how they would lower it.
"I know!" Kiraya suddenly announced, walking right up to the pillars.
Einarr watched, eyes wide, as his daughter started to turn the first two pillars until each of them showed the Dragonborn symbol. Lassarina gasped, and he turned to see the stone bridge coming down, allowing them to continue forward.
"It worked," Delphine said, her voice shocked. "How did you figure it out?"
Kiraya shrugged innocently. "Well, it's a Blades temple and the Blades served the Dragonborn. It felt kind of obvious."
Einarr chuckled and ruffled his daughter's hair. "That's your mother right there; she was as clever as a fox."
Kiraya giggled and Rohan praised her for figuring out the puzzle. They pressed forward, Lassarina leading the way, and they came into a room with several floor tiles emblazoned with symbols. Rohan was about to step onto the tiles, but Lassarina pulled him back by his collar.
"I wouldn't step onto these, Rohan," she told the scarlet-haired boy. "They're pressure plates; stepping on them sets them off."
"Then how are we supposed to cross?" Einarr huffed. "They cover the entire ground."
"Kiraya might have actually figured it out already."
Einarr's eyes widened when he saw his sister take a step toward the tiles, shouting at her to stop, but he was surprised to see that the trap didn't go off. Lassarina smirked over her shoulder and stepped onto another tile, that one not going off either.
"There's a path," Lassarina explained. "The tiles with the Dragonborn symbol aren't rigged to set off the trap."
Einarr watched, holding his breath the entire time as his sister traversed across the trap-ridden room. She stopped in front of a pull chain and gave it a quick yank. The room echoed with several clicking sounds, and Einarr released his breath.
"It looks safe now," Delphine announced, walking across the floor. "Let's move."
Esbern surprised everyone by running ahead, a look of glee on his face. "Yes, yes! I think we must be close to the entrance."
They all followed the surprisingly agile old man, Einarr privately thinking that he must be so fast because he's been running all his life. They traveled up a flight of steps and entered a large cavern exposed to the sky above, a large chest sitting in the center and a strange door with a stone head on the other side. Lassarina immediately dashed over to the chest and pried it open.
"Wonderful!" Esbern gasped, completely in awe. "Remarkably well-preserved, too. "
"Nocturnal be praised!" Lassarina squealed happily. "Look at all this loot!"
Rohan and Kiraya immediately ran over to Lassarina, gasping at the sight of everything inside the chest. Einarr joined them and raised his eyebrows a bit. There were so many valuables inside—an enchanted glass war axe, ebony gauntlets, several pieces of gold, potions, enchanted jewelry, a magic scroll and even an Amulet of Talos. Kiraya immediately scooped up the amulet and presented it to Rohan.
"Here, that way you can have one just like mine," she told the boy.
Rohan's eyes widened, as did his smile, and he took the amulet from her, placing it around his neck. "Thanks, Kiraya."
"Ah . . . here's the 'blood seal,'" Esbern spoke up and grabbed their attention again.
Einarr and Lassarina looked at each other before walking over to the old man, studying the stone face door in front of them and then the strange symbol beneath their feet.
"'Blood seal?'" Lassarina echoed.
"Another of the lost Akaviri arts," Esbern explained. "No doubt triggered by . . . well, blood. Your blood, Dragonborn."
Einarr and Lassarina looked at each other again, a bit uneasy, while Kiraya and Rohan approached, studying the stone face.
"Whose face is that?" Rohan asked.
"That would be Reman Cyrodiil, called the Worldly God, and the founder of the Reman Dynasty," Esbern explained, assuming Rohan and Kiraya knew what he was talking about. "This whole place appears to be a shrine to Reman. He ended the Akaviri invasion under mysterious circumstances, you recall.
But the two children exchanged confused looks and quietly murmured little, 'oh's' to make Esbern think otherwise.
"So we have to use our blood to open this door?" Einarr asked.
"That's right," Esbern nodded.
"How much blood?" Lassarina asked, looking a little squeamish.
Esbern chuckled. "Not much. Just a few drops from either of you would suffice."
"If you need help drawing some blood, let me know," Delphine told Lassarina, drawing a dagger from her belt.
His sister bared her teeth at Delphine, an old habit from her time as a werewolf. "If you so much as touch me with that dagger, I'll make you regret it."
"I'll do it, then," Einarr offered, walking to the center of the seal and kneeling down.
He drew his dagger from a convenient sheath built into his boot and drew the sharpened edge across his palm. The blood welled quickly, and he tipped his hand to the side to let it drip onto the center of the seal. The blood seal immediately lit up and started to spin around. All the braziers in the chamber lit up at the same time, and the stone face of Reman Cyrodiil retreated back, revealing the way into the temple. Einarr stood and stared at the darkness within, his heart hammering in his chest.
"After you, Einarr," Delphine said. "You should have the honor of being the first to set foot in Sky Haven Temple. It's what your father would have wanted."
"Would he?" Einarr replied sharply, turning his glare to Delphine.
He didn't like having his father brought up by her, knowing that she was the reason the Thalmor found him, tortured him for information, and then killed him. Delphine quickly looked away at the sound of his harsh tone and he stepped forward, walking up the steps past the doorway, Lassarina right behind him. They continued through a door and up even more stairs until the narrow staircase widened and they found themselves in a dark and silent chamber. What little light came in showed how large the chamber was, apparently empty except for a very long table standing in the center of the room.
"Einarr," Lassarina murmured.
He looked at his sister and saw she was staring at something farther away. Following her gaze, he spotted a large stone wall, etched with elaborate carvings. Kiraya and Rohan were gasping in amazement at the sight of the chamber, but Einarr ignored them, feeling drawn to the wall. Another glance at his sister showed she felt the pull as well. Together, they walked over to it and gazed at the amazing mural. Einarr knew what it was without having to hear it from Esbern. He was looking at Alduin's Wall.
When Esbern and Delphine finally came in, Einarr heard the awe in the old man's voice. "Shor's bones! Here it is! Alduin's Wall . . . so well preserved . . . I've never seen a finer example of early Second Era Akaviri sculptural relief."
"Esbern, we need information," Delphine sighed with exasperation, "not a lecture on art history."
Esbern seemed more concerned over the wall than on Delphine's words. "Yes, yes. Let's see what we have . . ."
Einarr took a few steps back so Esbern could study the entire expanse of the wall, pulling Lassarina back as well. Kiraya and Rohan had lost interest in exploring the chamber and were now also staring at the wall, albeit very confused as to why it was so important. Esbern lit the brazier at the far left end and pointed at the dragon carved into the stone.
"Look, here is Alduin! This panel goes back to the beginning of time, when Alduin and the Dragon Cult ruled over Skyrim." He moved along the wall as he continued to tell the tale. "Here, the humans rebel against their dragon overlords-the legendary Dragon War." He moved to the center, where Alduin was most defined. "Alduin's defeat is the centerpiece of the Wall. You see, here he is falling from the sky. The Nord Tongues-masters of the Voice-are arrayed against him."
"So does it show how they defeated him?" Delphine asked desperately. "Isn't that why we're here?"
"Patience, my dear. The Akaviri were not a straightforward people. Everything is couched in allegory and mythic symbolism."
Lassarina snorted. "Delphine, patient? You'd have more luck getting a sabre cat to roll over."
"Lassarina," Einarr warned, while Kiraya and Rohan sniggered behind him.
Esbern seemed amused as well, chuckling as he continued. "Yes, yes. This here, coming from the mouths of the Nord heroes-this is the Akaviri symbol for 'Shout.' But there's no way to know what Shout is meant."
"You mean they used a Shout to defeat Alduin?" Lassarina asked, her eyes wide. "You're sure?"
"Hmm?" Esbern turned to look at her. "Oh, yes. Presumably something rather specific to dragons, or even Alduin himself." He turned back to the wall. "Remember, this is where they recorded all they knew of Alduin and his return."
"So we're looking for a Shout, then," Delphine sighed. She turned away and muttered, "Damn it." She turned and looked at Einarr. "Have you ever heard of such a thing? A Shout that can knock a dragon out of the sky?"
"You're better off asking my sister that question," Einarr replied. "She's got a closer connection to the Greybeards than I do. But as far as I know, I have never heard of a Shout like that." He looked at his sister. "Rina?"
Lassarina was staring at the wall, clutching her chin as she thought. "I've encountered a few Word Walls throughout Skyrim, Shouts that can disarm opponents, speed up your own attacks, even calm down a rabid bear; but I've never heard of a Shout that can knock a dragon out of the sky. If there was one, the Greybeards never mentioned it to me, but that doesn't mean they don't know of it. If we go to them and ask, they might be able to tell us something."
Delphine grumbled. "You're probably right. I was hoping to avoid having to involve them in this, but it seems we have no choice."
"Still have it in for the Greybeard then?" Lassarina asked bitterly.
"Like I said before, if it was up to them, you'd do nothing but sit up on their mountain and talk to the sky. The Greybeards are so afraid of power that they won't use it. Think about it. Have they tried to stop the civil war or done anything about Alduin?"
"Maybe they have the right idea."
Delphine glared at Lassarina and continued to speak as if she had said nothing, "No. And they're afraid of the two of you, of your power. Trust me, there's no need to be afraid. Think of Tiber Septim. Do you think he'd have founded the Empire if he'd listened to the Greybeards?"
"The Greybeards are right," Lassarina growled. "Power is dangerous. In the hands of the wrong person, it can lead to untold disaster."
"So you'd let them turn you away from your destiny!"
"My destiny is whatever I want it to be! No one can choose my destiny for me!"
"You're Dragonborn, you and your brother are the only ones who can stop Alduin. Don't forget it."
"How can I when people like you are constantly telling me and forcing me into this mad and dangerous quest?!"
"Enough!" Einarr shouted, sick of their bickering. "Honestly, you're as bad as two hounds fighting over a piece of meat!"
"You talk to her then, cause I don't even want to look at her anymore!" Lassarina snapped, turning away and walking into the shadows.
Einarr sighed and looked at Delphine. "We'll go talk to Arngeir about this shout."
"Right," she nodded. "Good thing they've already let you into their little cult-"
Einarr heard his sister's growl and her rapidly approaching footsteps and turned to grab her before she could launch herself at Delphine. He could see the rage in her eyes but knew that Delphine had been trying to antagonize her.
"I'm sick of her!" Lassarina snarled. "I'm sick of her bad mouthing the Greybeards! They're three times the person she is! All they strive for is a peaceful existence, and she has to shit all over it! You think you're better than them just because you're a Blade? You haven't even killed a dragon before, so you shouldn't call yourself one!"
"Lassarina, calm down!" Einarr growled.
"Nay! She's acting like she's the one in charge! Ordering us about! I thought the Blades were supposed to serve the Dragonborn, not order them about like common foot soldiers! If anyone is in charge here, it's you, Einarr. You're the grandson of the last official Grandmaster!"
"Einarr knows nothing about leading the Blades-"
"Aye, that's another thing. You say he'd be leading the Blades, but the only two Blades that are still around are you and Esbern! You expect this order to just miraculously be revived?"
"The dragons are back and they'll only go away if the Blades are around to stop them. I will spend every last minute of my life gathering recruits and reviving this once-proud faction."
"Aye, good luck doing that from this dank, dark cave," Lassarina said mockingly as she shoved Einarr off and started to walk away. "See how many recruits you get before the Thalmor find you."
Einarr shook his head angrily and turned to Kiraya and Rohan, both of them stunned and silent. "Go with her; we're leaving."
The two children nodded and ran after Lassarina, who was already descending the stairs. Einarr took a minute to take several deep breaths, trying to find some inner peace and clarity.
"That sister of yours is like a rabid wolf," Delphine muttered. "She's sooner bite you before she allowed you to pet her."
The snarl that erupted from Einarr sounded more wolf than human as he turned to face Delphine. "You're purposely provoking her; don't think I don't know that. Let's get some facts straight Delphine; you are not in any position to order us about."
"Am I not? You two are Dragonborn, which should mean you're to ally yourself with the Blades, and as Grandmaster-"
"And who named you Grandmaster? My sister was right about that too. Technically, due to my blood, I'm the one that's supposed to be leading you and giving you orders."
"You don't even know the first thing about being a Blade! You're father never taught you-"
"Aye, because you led Thalmor to us and, as a result, he died! I was only eight years old; I hadn't even learned to use a sword yet! My father probably would have told me all about the Blades and taught me how to be a leader if you hadn't come traipsing through the woods that night! If it hadn't been for you, my parents might still be alive!"
"But your sister wouldn't be!"
The words shocked Einarr so much that he fell into a dumb silence. He hadn't thought about that. If his father hadn't died, then he and his mother wouldn't have fled to Windhelm, she wouldn't have become the former Jarl's mistress, and Lassarina would have never been conceived. Even if his parents had another child and it had been a girl, it wouldn't have been the sister he loved so much. Taking several steps back, he stared at the ground, all too aware that Delphine was glaring at him.
"Leave," she ordered him. "Go talk to the Greybeards and continue with your destiny. Both yours and your sisters."
Einarr looked up at Delphine. He saw her authority and the challenge burning in her eyes. She was daring him to oppose. But Einarr was tired, and deep down inside, he knew he didn't want to lead the Blades,. Instead of arguing some more with Delphine, he turned away, his head hanging now that all the strength had been drained from him. This had been a battle, and Delphine had won.
I hate... HATE... WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING... LETTING DELPHINE WIN! You know how painful it was to allow this?! I hate this bitch more than any other character in Skyrim. I hate her more than MERCER. That's right, I hate her more than that sleazy Breton bastard, Mercer Frey. Why? Cause at least I can appreciate how deviously evil Mercer is. Delphine is just a fucking bitch.
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