Hello everyone, if you are seeing this is because i have edited the chapter to fix the horrendous grammar mistakes. Or at least the ones most apparent to me.
On another note, 2 surprise chapters, and not one review? Did know that one of the biggest reasons stories go abandoned? When we update a story, and don't see reviews. it really disheartens us, cause we feel like people aren't reading your story.
The Imperial palace was in chaos as people ran back and forth, the young emperor himself was making his way across to make sure no Daedra had sneaked into the palace as unlikely as it was.
Knight-Paladin Gelebor, his trusted right hand man joined him and asked "Is the Anchor coming out from the sky the reason why everyone is freaking out?"
Stopping his brisk walk and facing the elf, Harry grabbed each of his shoulders and looked at him in the eye and said "The Daedra are invading Tamriel. I don't know how this came about, it was supposed to be impossible under the new covenant."
A grim expression overtook the two as the ancient Falmer said "May Auri-El preserve us."
"Get to your son Gelebor. I don't think the Veil will be safe much longer. We are facing the total collapse of the barriers, Soon Molag Bal and all the other Daedra will be free to enter Tamriel as they please." The emperor spoke.
"My lord, forces are prepared to move towards the anchor." A soldier spoke as he caught up to the Stormcrown.
James soon approached Harry, Lily, Sirius and Ivy trailing behind. "Son, I hate to tell you this. But this plot… It probably has a good deal of foreign involvement on it. No lone cult could pull this off without being caught, the Dragonguard would have sniffed them out."
"Great so that means we have a war on our hands, along Daedra invading everywhere, great, just peachy." The boy says exasperated. Turning to Rikke who had been following behind him quietly he stared at her in the eyes "Prepare a missive, as of now the empire is at war. Hammerfell, Elsweyr, High Rock, Valenwood, Alinor. They are all presumed culprits of this act of war."
General Rikke's face was horrified "My Lord, we would be facing the Greater Daggerfall covenant, and the Aldmeri Dominion! Two Alliances vastly superior to us in magic!"
The 16 year old snarled "Then you better make sure you are ready for a goddamned prolonged conflict general as well as our troops. Conscript whoever you need just get it done!"
"Is that situation that bad that he would start a war, while under some sort of demonic invasion?" Sirius asked James, who nodded and answered "This isn't the first time it would happen either, over twelve hundred years ago, the world of Tamriel was in this very same situation. The three banners war raged on as Molag Bal attempted to meld Tamriel with his own plane of oblivion. Only this time… We don't have an amulet of kings nor a Dragonborn ruler to shut tight the gates of oblivion."
"What's the whole deal about Dragonborn rulers?" Lily asked, genuinely curious.
Ivy answered her mother's question dutifully, "Well, as you know mom, gods are real tangible things in this world. The generally accepted census is that Akatosh, the dragon god of time is the chief of the nine divine. And Akatosh, at least before the Oblivion crisis, bestowed his blessings upon certain individuals. And only them could become emperor/empress, hence the term dragonborn rulers, since they had the blood and soul of a Dragon but the body and mind of a mortal."
"So, there are no more Dragonborn around?" Lily asked, confused.
Shaking his head James explained to Lily "No, in fact, there are 4 Dragonborn alive today, Harry and Aragorn Nibenay. Ironically they are both rulers. There's Lady Miraak who you already met, as well as Kintyra Septim. The problem is that the Amulet of kings, a jewel which only those who had the dragon blood could wear, as well as the dragon fires of the province formerly known as the imperial city, no longer exist."
"How come?" Sirius asked somehow even more confused.
"Because Dad. This isn't the first time Daedra invaded Tamriel. The whole deal behind Dragon born Emperors, is that thousands of years ago, when daedra freely roamed the lands, a slave only known as the Slave Queen Alessia once prayed to Akatosh, for help against their captors. It is said that Akatosh, feeling pity for the plight of men, drew blood from his own heart and bestowed it upon the rebel queen. And said as soon long as Alessia and her descendants remained true to the dragon blood, Akatosh would keep the gates of oblivion closed. As their captors employed daedric armies to do their bidding.
"Since then, the only legitimate emperors have all been Dragonborn, as shown by the fact they all wore the Amulet of Kings, and lit the dragon fires upon their coronation. From the Alessian empire, to the Reman and Septim dynasties. Until the Oblivion crisis 200 years ago, when the last Dragonborn Ruler, Martin Septim sacrificed his life to defeat another daedric invasion. It was then that the covenant between alessia and akatosh was rewritten. No longer would a certain individual be required to be emperor, nor light the dragon fires to keep oblivion out."
"That covenant doesn't mean shit anymore." The voice of a pissed off Harry said as he approached them, "Father, I have prayed to my mother. She will provide subtle aid in the fight, but there's not much she can do. Akatosh still hasn't gathered his power, and I can't just pull a barrier out of my ass as much as I would like."
"I'll return to New Sheoth, I'll speak with my lord about providing a few legions of my wonderful Seducers. But you know that Nature of Sheogorath…" James told Harry, trailing off at the end. The boy got the hint and said "I will retire to the crystal chambers… I will summon Jyggalag."
"Bwha" was the sound that burst out of james "Jaggi-laggy is too afraid of another curse for him to act."
"It is only a stop gap measure. I know what I must do."
The grim tone in his voice sent an alarm towards james. "You don't mean?? No Absolutely fucking not! that's a fifty percent chance of zapping yourself out of existence!"
"I will do what I must do to see this invasion over. It is my birthright, as the Avatar of Lorkhan, and Son of Kyne." Harry insisted.
"That's assuming Lady Azura even lets you in on the location of the heart." Kintyra spoke up from the background. "My lady already weeps at the loss of life. I can feel her sorrow through my medallion. But she wont let another mortal mess around with the heart of her father"
"Technically speaking, in a twisted way, I am his son, just as much as i am him." The boy said to his lover "She can't deny me of this, especially not now. She must put her vanity aside. The very fate of the world is at stake here."
"You are right, but still doesn't…" Kintyra trailer of seeing Harry walking away.
Crystal Chamber.
Harry kneeled in one leg, as he witnessed Jyggalag appear before him once more, the metallic monolith looking as perfect as it always did. "Hadrian, I assume this call has to do with my… Brethren."
"I am afraid so, Lord Jyggalag." The young man in question answered tiredly. Fully expecting to have to negotiate the aid of the Daedra Lord.
Jyggalag sat silent for only a moment. "I see… My legions are open to you, my Knights and Priest of order will follow your command. Ready to restore perfect order into this realm, and when it's done. The world will remember the might of Jyggalag, the planes of Oblivion will tremble at my return. And you will be the instrument of my victory. For now, go to the other two, the Magna Ge and the false dragon. They will aid you as well. Lest their followers succumb to the disorderly and dark nature of the invading daedra. Molag Bal does not act alone, and because of this. The Daedra Lords must march to war. Fair warning Hadrian, Oblivion is more unstable, more chaotic than it usually is. Heed this warning. Now go!"
Harry stood up and left the chambers. Headed towards the Balcony and summoned Hindood via shout. Together they flew towards Mount Kilkreath first, were followers of Meridia were fighting a clan of blue skinned Dremora.
Quickly shouting down and cutting his enemy, Harry made quick work of the invaders.
"You are one of them! One of The Lady's favored." One of the worshippers exclaimed.
"I apologize, but I must speak to your Lady." The young man said, quickly weaving in and out of the cultist. Coming to stand in front of the become.
"You have come." The familiar voice of the daedra said aloud in his head. "You come seeking my aid. To ask of my Aurorans."
"That's part of the plan. The Lord of order spoke of Oblivion being even more turbulent than I usually is." Harry relayed what he had been warned about.
The ancient Merid-Nunda took pause. "Indeed mortal, usually when one of our brethren attempts to conquer tamriel. We leave the affairs up to the divines, But Bal isn't acting long, he and some wretched allies are acting in concert. As such those who don't want to see tamriel plunged into his darkness are banding together. But I cannot provide you with the aid of my Aurorans, they are spread thin fighting across oblivion. But know I am watching you, Mortal. Should you directly need my intervention. I will bring you to safety, and watch over your family. This I can assure you. For now, You have an appointment with the sister of lady-luck"
It took a few seconds for it to click in Harry's head. But he quickly understood. Why did Azura want to communicate with him?
Making his way towards the young Dragon, he quickly lifted off towards the shrine of Peryite in hopes of some answers.