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Chapter 6

Hana woke to her head throbbing. It felt like someone was trying to forge skull into a new weapon by hammering it constantly. She grabbed the health potion next to her and drank the bitter liquid. Her vision started to clear but her memory did not. What had happened last night during the party? She knew she never should have drank so much knowing that she can't handle it alcohol so well. She got off her bed, walked over to her chest, and grabbed out her scratched and marked armour, her head throbbing with every movement.

'Well there's hope. I woke up in my own bed.' She sighed as she left her room and headed down the hall. She bumped into Ria, who gave her a slight smile and walked on. Hana reached the stairs to hear heavy footsteps from behind her. She spun around a little too fast, leaving her vision foggy. When it decided to clear, she saw Farkas. His black war paint was no where to bee seen and his hair was a mess.

He too smiled and walked past Hana with heavy footsteps. She followed him up the wooden stairs and into the mead hall. They didn't speak a word to each other as they sat down for something to eat.

"Farkas? What happened last night," she said with enough courage as she could manage, running her fingers through her matted hair.

Farkas burst into laughter, confusing her more.

"You and me were drunk half of the night and talked about random things until you were drunk enough that I managed to swoop you up," he laughed. "We kissed and I carried you down stairs later last night."

Her face when a bright crimson red. Of course, she was stupid enough to do that.

"By the Divines, I'm so sorry," she wined, "Did we do anything other than that?"

"By the time I got you down stairs, I tripped on an apple that had rolled off the bench and we fell down together. We were pretty much rolling around on the ground from laughter for 10 minutes before you stumbled away back to your room." He chuckled.

"Thank the divines." She praised as she looked at Farkas. "Hey, where's Vilkas?"

Farkas raised an eyebrow at the question and just shrugged. "I don't know lass, I haven't seen him since last night and even then my memory is a bit foggy."

Hana just nodded and looked back down at her food; all of a sudden, she didn't really feel like eating.

0o0

She strolled down the stone hall under Jorvaskrr after returning from lunch. She went upstairs and only received an icy glare from Vilkas, who had finally made an appearance, across the room as he talked to Skjor. She just shyly smiled and waved at him and sat down to cure her empty stomach

She turned the corner to the harbinger's room, hoping to talk to him.

She stopped in the doorway of his room looking around. The old man was sitting in his usual chair reading The Wolf Queen.

"Ah, here to keep an old man company or to just stare?" He confronted her as he placed his book down on the old wooden table. She laughed in response, her childish laughter echoing down the stone hall.

"Aye, you could say that. I am also here to info you of my actions for the next few weeks."

"I see, come in and take a seat." He gestured to the empty seat next to him. Hana smiled and took the invitation.

"What is it that you care to share with me Hana?" The old man questioned.

Hana sighed and looked over to Kodlak, her green eyes scanning the man. "I plan on heading up to High Hrothgar, see what the Grey Beards want. I do not know how long I will be so I just wanted to let you know."

They sat there in silence for a while before Kodlak spoke up. "I understand why you need to leave. As I have said to many other Companions, you are free to do your own business. I understand the stress that you must be under from the whole Dragonborn experience. Tell me, was there anything else on your mind?"

Hana looked back at the ground, taking in each individual crack in the stone. "Do you know what's up with Vilkas? He has been a complete sour arse since the dragon attack and I don't understand why."

Kodlak in turn laughed at the young lass, making her more confused than what she already was.

"Lass, I know you have been told about The Circle and what ability we have but it takes a toll on our mind and body. For some, it is easy to resist the beast blood like Farkas. He runs around as if nothing is bothering him. Vilkas on the other hand had always had trouble controlling it. He only scowls like he does now because it is his way of keeping his mind off the beast blood."

"Well he has a strange way of hiding it, it more looks like he has a stick up his ass," Hana commented at Kodlaks understanding. It made sense, to a point. She still didn't understand why he always scowled at her when she was anywhere near Farkas. 'Was he jealous? That I don't have the beast blood?' she shook the thought from her head and turned back to Kodlak.

"But that makes sense I guess. I better head back and prepare for my journey." She got up to leave when Kodlak reached for arm.

"My advice to you child. Let your shield siblings know where you are going so they don't worry. Especially your brother. He was worried sick when you left for two weeks. And it may be wise to have someone accompany you to Ivarstead."

She nodded and headed back down the hall to her quarters. She knew that she had a bad habit of not telling anyone where she was going and usually ended in trouble. The same went for her silver tongue. She sighed as she packed her things in her satchel. She packed her potions, journal and charcoal, spare pair of clothes, a pelt and a sleeping roll. She grabbed her sharp weapons that had been leaning on the wall then walked to the frame of the doorway. She looked down at herself and sighed. 'After this whole business, I need to invest in some better armour."

She glanced back at her empty bed and made sure she hadn't forgotten anything. With a slight nod she closed the door behind her and walked down the hall and up the stairs to the mead hall. If she left that morning, she could make it half way to Ivarstead if the weather stayed calm and camp the night.

As she reached the mead hall, she could hear laughter. It echoed through the hall, making her have a slight smile on her face. The laughter ceased when she walked over to the table. Lockan jumped up from the table and looked down at his sister. Obviously noticing the supplies she carried on her pack and her chocolate hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

"And where do you think you're going little lass?" He frowned.

"Aww is big bear looking out for the little fox?" She smirked.

That earned a laugh from Farkas who was sitting next to Vilkas, whom only rolled his eyes at her.

"If you must know, I'm heading to Ivarstead and then to High Hrothgar to commute with the Grey Beards. And yes I'm going alone."

Everyone fell quiet again in the room. Farkas excused himself from the table, not wanting to be part of the mess. He stood up not so gracefully and evacuated to his room.

"You can't be serious? Like we should trust you to go and leave us for who knows long. You will probably end up being killed by a bear." Vilkas sassed.

"Shut it Wolfy, otherwise I will slip my silver ring down your throat!" She barked.

"Enough you too!" Lockan boomed. "Vilkas. You of all people should know better than to add provoke people. Your scowl gives you enough trouble already. And Hana," he pointed, "I don't care how well you think you can handle yourself and if you're the Dragonborn legend has spoken about; you are having someone go with you, whether you like it or not."

She stood there, mouth-hanging open. She had never heard her brother be so serious before in her life. He usually just joked around and hardly shouted at her.

"Since you two seem to get along so well, Vilkas go pack your things. You're going to High Hrothgar together and coming back together in one piece. Understand?" Frantically pointing at the two.

They both nodded in unison. Vilkas got up and stormed down to the stairs towards his room, slamming the door behind him.

"I'm not done with you," Lockan turned back to Hana, "You better change your attitude by the time you get back otherwise I will make it living hell for you. Got it?"

Hana, stunned for words, only nodded and looked at the floor. She looked and acted like a child. When Vilkas returned, he had his Skyforge steel great sword on his back as well as his pack. She was still looking at the ground when she heard her brother growl at Vilkas.

"Enjoy your trip together," Lockan smirked.

0o0

"If you had kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't be in this mess Wolfy"

Hana and Vilkas had left Whiterun three hours ago and had not spoken a word to each other until now. They walked in silence, Hana was in front feeling the cold stare aimed at the back of her head.

"If you hadn't been so reckless and had not told us where you went last time, I wouldn't have to put up with your crap!"

Hana turned around and swung her axe at his throat, just stopping it under his Adams Apple. He stopped straight in his tracks, and looked down at the angry Nord. Her brown hair falling out of her braid. If he had not known better, she would have looked adorable if he didn't know her attitude.

"I wasn't joking about shoving my ring down your throat wolf!" Still holder her axe to his throat.

"Aye I know, but do you really want your brother to keep sending me on trips with you. So I suggest you lower your axe and we continue." He hit Hana's straighten wrist, making her axe drop to the ground with a CLANG.

Vilkas walked on and heard Hana grumble as she picked up her axe, knowing that he was right.

'Get this over and done with, then you can do whatever the hell you want,' Vilkas told himself as he slowed allowing Hana to catch up. They rested by Riverwood, stopping for Hana to say hello to Ralof while Vilkas stocked up on any supplies that they had forgotten. Hana said her goodbyes to Ralof roamed over to Vilkas.

"At this rate, we should be able to make it past Guardians stone and near what id left of Helgen." Vilkas decided. At the name of that town, Hana froze and frowned at Vilkas.

"Is there any way to bypass that place?" She asked out of desperation.

"No, we will have to go pass it or through it. We can always go through the woods and camp there."

Hana grumbled but nodded. She did not, under any circumstances, want to go anywhere near that place ever again. The corrupting red eyes of that dragon which attacked the town still followed her in her dreams, not allowing her to sleep. Sure, it had been two months since the attack, but it stilled made her colder than Skyrim's temperature.

Vilkas could see the change in her attitude at the mention of the Helgen and didn't understand why. Even though he disliked her, he could tell that something was wrong. He why she didn't want to go to the town of rubble but didn't want to have another axe to the throat.

They continued from Riverwood as journeyed further South towards Helgen. Climbing up hill, ascending to rumble of a town, Hana pulled back on Vilkas's arm. He turned around with eyesbrows raised and worse his usual uncharming scowl.

"Can we turn to the woods now? I am not getting any closer to this town." Vilkas sighed and looked down at the short Nord. Her usual vibrant green eyes had darkened and were filled with fear. Her hair had completely fallen out of its braid, tangling over her shoulders. He only nodded and made a sharp turn towards the snow-filled forest.

0o0

The two had completely avoided the town and decided to make up camp in a small opening surrounded by a thick forest. The white snow crunched under Hana's foot as she tried to clear patch of ground for the fire. Vilkas had left Hana to make a fire while he went into the dense woods to go hunt and good thing he had, he was getting on her nerves with his coldness towards her.

She had placed small sticks and twigs into the centre of circle and carefully placed bigger sticks on top. Hana stood back and admired her handy work but she wasn't finished, she still had to light the fire.

She pulled her leather gloves of her hands and closed her eyes. She was never one for using fire magic, or any magic at all. The fire spell that she had learnt from her father had helped her out when she had gone camping by herself.

Calming her breathing, she focused her mind on the fire spell. Surely but slowly, her hands stated to warm and fire flew through the air, towards the pile of sticks. The fire licked that wood at first and then caught a lit.

The warmth from her hands faded and she put her gloves back on.

"Since when could you use magic?" A sound from behind made and jump. She pulled out her dagger and threw it at the noise. Standing next to the tree where the dagger was lodged, stood Vilkas with his eyebrows raised. His hair was slightly dusted with snow and his eyes as grey as clouds.

"Don't fucking sneak up on me, damn it!" She screamed at him, echoing in trees. "And if you must know, my father taught it to me when I was younger." She looked at him up and down. His hunting bow strung across his shoulder and a rabbit held in his left.

"Never thought you as someone who would use magic," he said as he started skinning the dead rabbit.

"I don't usually, only when I have to."

"Is that so?" he sassed.

"There is always times that I use to it to burn people with, and a certain someone is looking to be my new target," she scowled.

Vilkas just shrugged his broad shoulders and smirked. "Oh how you wish fox." With that, he went back to skinning the rabbit.

She sat by the fire on an old log, twirling her dagger in her hands and watching the flames dance around the wood. She occasionally looked up at Vilkas, who was too busy to realise. He looked slightly more relaxed in outdoors compared to when he is in Jorvaskrr. He wasn't as tense but he still had his attitude with him.

Vilkas sat down opposite to her and put the rabbit meat into a pot for it to cook, as well as a few herbs he had picked up from their travels.

"This has been bugging me since Riverwood so I thought I would ask now, why didn't you want us to go near Helgen?" He pushed.

Hana kept her eyes focused on the fire in front of her, not once looking up. Her hand had gripped at her dagger in her hand.

She sighed and shifted. "I was at Helgen when the dragon attacked. I just escaped death and made my way out with Ralof, that's how I know him."

She glanced up at Vilkas who had an eyebrow raised.

"Why were you at Helgen in the first place? Did you steal a horse or something?" he scoffed.

She shot him a glare and looked back at the ground.

"I was caught in an ambush between Stormcloak soldiers just on the boarder. A damned Dunmer by the name Rosalla, she told me to head towards in that direction and got caught up in the mess. You wouldn't believe who I saw though."

"Who?" He questioned.

"Damned Ulfric Stormcloak."

Vilkas stopped cleaning his great sword and looked at Hana.

"You can't be serious?"

"Dead serious."

Vilkas nodded and went back to cleaning his sword. "So the dragon. It just flew there, tore apart the city and left?"

"Sounds about right." She laughed slightly.

Vilkas got up and checked the rabbit stew in front of them. He grabbed two bowls out of his bag, filled one with stew and handed it to Hana. She nodded in thanks and started eating. It was a good meal but she wasn't going to admit that to Vilkas.

They sat in silence while they ate. Hana occasionally looked up at the stars and made mental lines, connecting them together. Once she had finished, she set her bowl down and was about to get changed into warmer clothes when she realised Vilkas was sitting directly opposite of her.

"Vilkas. Can you turn around?" She asked as politly as she could.

"Why should I? You already walked into my room once just wearing a baggy tunic and under garments." He cooed.

"By the divines Vilkas, could you get your head out of your arse for one moment?" She yelled at him and stormed off to a mossy pile of rocks, taking her clothes with her.

When she came back, Vilkas had a smirk across his face, knowing that he won the fight. "You know Vilkas, have you heard of that weird disease?"

"What disease?" he answered.

"Oh you know, Cockinessitus. You have all the symptoms for it too." She laughed.

Vilkas scowled at the girl. "Aye, I might, but you have it worse than me woman. At least I do not have a snarky comment after each sentence. Or have a fit when someone beats you."

Hana's face went red with rage and tried to throw her dagger at the twin again. "You bastard!"

She threw her silver dagger, aimed straight her his head. He battered the dagger away with hand, screaming in pain only seconds later. Big red blisters had spread where he had touched the knife.

"Do you always carry that?! You could have just killed me you crazy woman!" He boomed. He ran up to Hana holding by the leather handle, bringing it up to her throat while gripping her wrist that she tried to shove him away with. "Try a stunt like that again girl, and I haul your arse over High Hrothgar! Got it!?"

She gulped slightly and her breath shallowed. She looked up from the knife at her throat to Vilkas's eyes that were filled with rage. She slowly nodded at Vilkas. He withdrew the dagger from her throat, dropping it and turned back to the fire.

"I'm taking first watch," he stated blandly and sat on the stump next to the fire.

She was about to argue with the Nord, but pushed herself not to comment, as much as she wanted to. Hana swayed over to her pack and unrolled her bedroll. Using her pack as a pillow, covering herself with her soft pelt, she snuggled into her roll and closed her vibrant eyes, clutching her now bruising wrist.

'He will regret he ever did that' she muttered to herself.

0o0

Hana woke when the bright light hit her sleeping body. She stirred and opened her glimmering eyes. Vilkas, who had been sitting on the stump all night, was gone. She sighed happily and closed her eyes again.

There was a shuffling of feet behind her, but she did not bother looking behind her. She knew who it was, decided to fake being asleep.

"Woman, get up. You're not fooling me," Vilkas growled.

"Make me Wolfy." She sighed and wrapped herself in her pelt further.

"Suit yourself," he chuckled. In an instant, ice cold water covered Hana, covering her bedroll and herself. She screamed loudly and jumped out of her pack. "You bastard," She scowled at him before walking closer to the fire, trying to warm her now freezing hands.

Vilkas laughed behind her, and didn't understand why. She looked down and saw that her once opaque tunic was now transparent. She shook her head, trying to shake away the blush forming and went back to fetch her armour, giving Vilkas a deathly scowl before changing behind the rocks.

"You're lucky that I can't kick you off that damned mountain!" She yelled at him while she changed into her scratched armour.

"That is if you could, I doubt your little frame could even lift me." He laughed but then stopped when he saw rocks heading towards him, each landing a few metres from him. "Jeeze you can throw but apparently can't aim." He smirked.