Author's Note: I apologize a bit for my style with this guys. I would love to get these longer and more in-depth in some areas and hopefully that becomes a bit more naturally to me as I get used to my interpretation of these characters and the world, but unfortunately if I don't post something after 'finishing' a major scene I have a tendency to agonize over rewriting it over and over and suddenly it's two months later and I shelve it and suddenly it's a year later and I'd rather not have that happen to this story again. Maybe if I have grown as an author by the time this is over we'll have something very different for the sequel and spin-off stories I would want to write.

Unfortunately as a wrap up chapter this went all over the place even after I rewrote bits.

Also I did four hours of research into Tamrielic travel distances and times and my conclusion is "Fuck Todd Howard, he's killed consistent lore, I miss Julian and Weaver".

Chapter 19: A Sapling's Blessing

Harry spent the next week agonizing over his decision and recovering from his excursion. Ria, while not understanding the full scope of the issues troubling him was a big help and was very understanding in her own blunt manner.

Farengar on the other hand he told everything, as the jarl's court wizard he needed to know the city had a highly trained militant group of werewolves living within it.

A storm raged outside that night as the older wizard was completely floored by the revelation, steepling his fingers together at his desk and not speaking for a full five minutes as the gears spun in his mind.

"This...is very troubling, Harald. I trust your judgement, however I am unsure if leaving the ring in particular with them was the correct choice…" Farengar trailed off uncertain about how Harry would react.

"Yeah...I-I really hope it was the right decision, I just, I needed it to be the right thing to do, I need Kodlak to be trustworthy on this," Harry explained.

Farengar nodded in understanding, "Ah, yes I see why you did this then, you felt betrayed by the secret and this is his test,".

"Exactly! This has to work or else...I trusted Kodlak for all this time when I shouldn't have,".

With that morose statement Harry left his adoptive father in his study and went off to continue packing, he was leaving for the College of Winterhold within the week, weather permitting.

The storm continued unabated for the next three days, flooding the nearby rivers and farmlands, a boon for the farmers admittedly, as the land around Whiterun proper was not near as fertile as that west near Rorikstead.

"It's almost as if Kyne herself doesn't want you to leave, Harry!" Ria remarked with a mix of teasing and sadness on the final night before the storm broke.

And so on the first day of Second Seed, the dawn sun was able to break through the dispersing clouds, and Harry Potter, now known as Harald Secret-Fire was able to take a carriage from Whiterun towards Dawnstar, on his way to the College of Winterhold.

It was a much more stilted good-bye than Harry would have received just a week prior. Ria had come to see him off even though she was angry and frustrated with him and they were likely ending whatever it was that they had been doing for the last eight months or so.

Kodlak had not even shown up, and Farkas and Vilkas who had come to see him off appeared to be very confused about what had happened that night when Harry had pulled Kodlak aside to cause such a thing.

At least that meant Kodlak was keeping the secret for now, Harry thought to himself morosely as he bowed to the jarl just before leaving the Wind District where they had all gathered near the Gildergreen Sapling so he could board his carriage.

"Thank you, Jarl Balgruuf for accepting me into your home and court. My time here in Whiterun has been…" he took time to search for a word.

At that very moment whispers began to flow throughout the district where the many people Harry had endeared himself to with his personality and adventures had gathered.

Turning around Harry was struck by something wondrous.

A single blue flower bulb had appeared upon the shoulder high sapling. And it was growing.

"Divine?" Harry joked at the timing of the event, as the bulb opened up into a bright blue flower and something fell out.

With deft seeker hands he caught the falling object. It was a ring. A smooth wooden appearing ring, it seemed to be made of a white wood, perhaps beec-no, Harry thought, it was the same kind of wood that made up the Eldergleam Tree. And as its stone was a strange blue stone of what was either crystalized sap or congealed blue blood, because the coloring streaked through the entire rest of the ring which was wound around the stone like vines.

The crowd's murmuring ended in a heavy silence as everyone looked on.

A miracle bloom from the sapling had just dropped what was no doubt a divine artifact in the hands of he who had brought the sapling to safety.

"He goes with Kyne's blessing!" Suddenly a voice rang out through the silence, that of his friend and the priest of Kyne, Jondrelle.

The shout did the job, instead of stunned silence suddenly Harry was standing in a cheering crowd.

Utterly confused about what to do Harry just smiled nervously and before he could embarrass himself Jondrelle called out, "Give him some room! He must place the blessing upon his finger!"

Oh, Harry thought, that's probably true.

Cautiously he held up and inspected the ring one final time before placing it upon the ring finger of his right hand, where it fit as if it was molded to him.

A feeling like a cool summer breeze mixed with the electric air of a summer heat lightning coursed through him and suddenly he felt lighter, as if he were riding his Firebolt during a Quidditch match.

"Blessed journey, Harald!"

"Kyne goes with you!"

"Don't forget your home when you're as famous as Ragnar the Red!" That was, Harry pinpointed, Hulda from the Bannered Mare making a crack at him.

The crowd continued calling out to him all the way to the gate until when he was about to walk out towards the stables and his cart a burst of heat lightning flared across the sky, the first of the summer.

"Lightning with no clouds?"

"Just like his scar!"

"He truly is blessed by Kyne!"

As Harry took one last look back at the gate he saw Farengar chuckling to himself at his discomfort, his adoptive father gave him a small wave.

"Go well, Harald! You make us proud!"

And for perhaps the first time in his life, Harry felt like he had truly earned the attention he was receiving. He had only been doing the right thing the entire time, but he saw now that perhaps it was not all things that just anyone could or would have done.

"Do you have a song about you or something, lad? One of them Companions maybe?" The cart-driver asked as Harry hopped in.

"No, I don't think so, I've helped out around town a lot is all!" He insisted.

"There once was a Breton named Harald! But his father was a Nord through and through!"

Oh, Harry's face paled, Mikael wrote something.

"And so when he stepped foot in Skyrim, the monsters they began to rue!"

Harry slipped down farther in his seat as the cart-driver, with a grin on his face, took his sweet time getting the horses moving.

"With the blessings of Kyne he did use lightning to smite them! And a Hagraven's coven was nothing to the lightning within him!"

Did Mikael have to be such a shit composer, too? Harry blushed deeper as the words continued.

Finally the cart began moving, and the last thing Harry heard from Whiterun was the improvised line, "And on the day that he left the Gildergreen did drop a ring to his hand with lightning across the sun! Harald the Storm-Blessed, his story began in Whiteruuunnnn!"

He was going to kill that bard next time he saw him.