A/N: And here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

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Chapter 28: At the Temple of the One

Shouts-at-Sun's POV

It was time. I'd delayed the inevitable long enough, but it could be put off no longer. My wings carried me south over the Jerall Mountains, and into Cyrodiil. The others had gone ahead, and I would meet them at our destination. Lands passed beneath me, and before too long I came upon the appointed meeting location: Fort Ash, a disused fort halfway between Chorrol and the Imperial City. I landed, and was soon greeting by Sunders-the-Heart and the Listener. This pair had ended up with this task while the others were busy elsewhere.

"Good, you're here," said the Listener, "Let's hope you didn't attract too much attention".

"Now, now," said Sunders-the-Heart, "I'm sure he was fine. Anyway make sure your robe is on. Don't want the wrong people to spot us".

I slipped the robe on, and put the hood up, so that it would be more difficult to notice the fact I wasn't a normal Argonian.

"Might as well get this over with," I said.

Sunders-the-Heart nodded, and we set off east down the Black Road. After a fairly short time, the Imperial City came into view, the White-Gold Tower standing in the center. We made our way down the road, and crossed the bridge into the city. We arrived in the main plaza, where the Statue of Akatosh stood, as it had for centuries. However, this wasn't the statue we were planning visiting. We made our way south, and entered the Temple District. There, standing amongst the still damaged walls of the Temple of the One, was the other statue of Akatosh, the one created when Martin Septim sacrificed himself to stop Mehrunes Dagon. The temple itself had never been fully repaired, as any tasked with doing so had felt it would be disrespectful of what occurred at this site.

We approached the temple and went inside. We stopped briefly, and prayed at the statues feet. Once that was done, we continued on, and headed for the area in the back where the Amulet of Kings was kept. There, we found General Tullius waiting for us along with a monk.

"Ah, they're here," said Tullius.

"So you've brought him, the one spoken of as Dragonborn?" said the monk quietly.

The monk approached us, and turned his attention to the Listener.

"You must be the one, correct?" said the monk.

"Try again," said the Listener, "you want the one to my left".

On his cue, I lowered my hood, causing the monk to step back slightly.

"Are you sure this is the one?" said the monk, "I don't appreciate jokes like this".

"Ahrk Ahrk Zu'u dreh ni ahreyn hi lorot Zu'u los aan yirt!" I said.

The monk startled back, and looked at me wide-eyed.

"T-that was," said the monk

"Geh, Dovahzul," I said, "The language of dragons. Now about our reasons for visiting?"

"Of course," said the monk, recovering as best he could, "the Amulet. I don't know if it will work for you none have ever worn it who were not part of the Septim line. even with your… status, it may not accept you".

"Well, there's nothing for it but to try," I said, "if you would?"

"Yes, the amulet," said the monk.

He opened the case, and reverently pulled out the Amulet of Kings. Even marred by the fracture running through the gemstone, it was still beautiful. The monk handed me the amulet and I simply stared at it for a moment, considering once more of this was the right thing to do. Finally I took a deep breath, and tried putting it on. I felt its weight land around my neck, and stay there. The Amulet of Kings was staying in place. I felt an innate power within the amulet, but it seemed like something was blocking it.

"Well, that answers one question," I said.

"Amazing," said the monk, "how do you feel?"

"The same as before," I said, "Why, should I feel different?"

"I… suppose not," said the monk, "so is there anything else you need?"

I thought about what I could ask, and then it hit me.

"Do you know how I could go about repairing the amulet?" I asked.

"No, but I'm sure there must be a way," said the monk, "could I have it back for now? I'm certain that someone would notice if you walked out of here with it in your possession".

I returned the Amulet of Kings, and we made our way back outside. We headed down the street making our way to the inn. The All-Saints Inn was a decent enough place to spend the night so we rented a couple of rooms. It had been a long day, but for whatever reason I couldn't sleep. I made my way to the tavern area, and simply sat back and watched the other patrons. Not long after, a older man wearing the armor of the Imperial Legion approached. At a passing glance, he looked like nothing more than a veteran, but something about him seemed unusual.

"Mind if I sit here?" said the man.

"Not at all," I said.

The man sat down across the table, and casually glanced over at me.

"You look like you've had quite the journey," said the man.

"You could say that," I said, my mind wandering to the last time I was in the Imperial City, before all this began.

"I know that look in your eyes, I've seen it in many a soldier," said the man, "battles fought, foes vanquished… the look of doubt over whether you are actually doing the right thing. It's a feeling I know all too well".

"Hmm," I said, whoever this man was, he seemed to already know what was on my mind.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you trouble," said the man, "but rather a bit of guidance. To mend the regal stone, blood, ancient and new must meet. The ancient bond must be broken, and a new one forged".

"That makes sense, almost too much," I said realizing this 'man' was more than he appeared to be, "who exactly are you?"

The man just chuckled and replied, "just call me… Wulf".

'Wulf' then stood up and made his way towards the guest rooms. I hurried to follow him, but he was nowhere to be seen. I made my way back to my room, and entered, noticing something on the nightstand. I approached, and picked it up, seeing it for what it was: a 1 Septim coin, tarnished and worn with age.


Translations

Ahrk Zu'u dreh ni ahreyn hi lorot Zu'u los aan yirt! = And I don't appreciate you thinking I'm a joke!


A/N: And there we go! Those who played Morrowind may recognize the character of Wulf. Anyway, Next time: the adventure continues! See you then!