Hey all!

So here's a new chapter. Hope you all enjoy.

Also i should be having a new chapter up in a few days.

Enjoy!

-Rosey❤❤

Chapter 20:

The trip back to Winterhold was hell. Farkas had to carry Hana the whole way, and hold her back when she woke up every now and then. Vilkas couldn't understand what had happened to her. As soon as he had walked into the cage like building with her, she just attacked him.

His wolf inside him howled in sadness at the sudden change of attitude towards him. Had she actually met Sheogareth himself?

"We need to get someone to help her. I'll run up to the college and get Lockan and someone else. Vilkas, Farkas, take Hana to the inn so she doesn't freeze to death out here and try not get killed Vilkas!" Grace said while she ran along the icy road towards the college.

Vilkas turned towards his brother, who was still holding Hana in his arms. She had become even paler than before, her veins showing around her temples and her lips blue. Seeing Hana like this made his heart drop more than it already had.

He opened the door for his brother and Hana, letting them into the inn. It was still cold inside but was better than being outside. As usual, the inn had hardly anyone in there, just a few towns folk sheltering from the cold outside. Farkas carried Hana into a spare room, while Vilkas payed for it. As he handed over the gold, Vilkas only just noticed his hands had been shaking. Not just from the cold.

As he walked over to the room, eyes of the towns' folk around him shifted, glancing at him. Lowering his head, he walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

Hana was laying on her back on the straw bed, Farkas stripping her armour off. Vilkas would have helped, but feared that she would attack him again if she managed to wake up again. He hoped that Grace would get back soon, fearing that Hana's condition would get worse as the time went by.

"Why do you think she acted like that?" His brother asked, concerned written all over his face.

Vilkas shrugged and looked over to the large object in the corner of the room. "Aye, I don't know Farkas, but where ever she managed to find that must have been the cause from it." Vilkas lowered his eyes and looked over at Hana. Ridden of her armour, Hana looked even worse than before. Her vanes visible under her skin, pigmented black from whatever it was in her blood stream. Sweat forming on her forehead, glistening in what light there was in the room.

The door behind him opened in a hurry, Grace and Lockan standing in the doorway. Snow dusted their shoulders and hair as they walked into the room, Grace sinking to the ground out of breath.

"Gods, what happened to her?" Lockan asked Vilkas as he looked over his sister, placing his hand on her head.

"We don't know. She came up from the ruins and started trying to attack me." Vilkas stated, pulling of his gauntlets.

"Well she had a fair reason to attack you in the first place Vilkas," Lockan scowled down at him, sifting through his bag.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Vilkas growled back, eyeing down Lockan.

"You know damn right what you did Vilkas. I'm just saying that she had every right to attack you, even if she wasn't sick."

Vilkas was about to jump out at Lockan is it hadn't been from Grace in the corner of the room, throwing a boot in between the two Companions. "Oh shut up the pair of ya! Get on with helping Hana." Grace huffed, pulling off her other boot and throwing it at Vilkas.

Her lowered his stare at her and turned back to Hana. Lockan looked over his sister, pulling out a potion from his bag. "She's been poisoned by something, I'm surprised she has survived this long from being in those Dwemer ruins. Probably attacked by Falmer." Lockan huffed.

"Why did she even go in there in the first place? Those places are dangerous," Farkas asked, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"For that," Lockan stated, pointing to the object in the corner of the room. "An Elder Scroll."

Vilkas shot both of his eyes brows up in surprise. He had often read about the Elder Scrolls in books that he had read when he was younger but never thought he would be able to see one.

"Quit ya yabbering." Grace sighed and stopped when she looked over to Hana. Vilkas cocked his head to the side and looked back over to Hana. She was sitting up in her bed, Lockan standing next to her waving his hand in front of her face. She looked like she had been possessed by a daedric prince, lost in a trance.

"Hana? Hana can you hear me?" Lockan asked his sister, distraught.

Hana just sat there on her bed, looking around the room, not really focusing on anything into the room. Vilkas looked up from the floor boards, glancing at Hana. Her eyes trained on his, her eye twitching.

"Vilkas, if I were you, leave the room," Grace hushed, darting her eyes from Hana to him.

"Vilkas.." Hana mumbled, still dazed from the poison running through her body.

"What's she going to do?" Lockan asked, raising an eyebrow at the small Breton.

"That," Grace pointed to Hana, who was standing up from her bed. As quick as a rabbit, Hana leapt for the dagger on the bed side table, stumbling over to Vilkas.

"Farkas!" Vilkas yelled, creeping along the walls. Usually he wouldn't be scared of Hana, but this time was different. She was going mad, trying to kill him. Farkas wrapped his arms around Hana, stopping her from attacking his brother. Each time that Hana attacked like this, made his heart sink.

"Oh I know what this is. Keep her still for a few minutes," Lockan shook his head and grabbed bottles out of his bag.

"Trying to! She's a wriggly one!" Farkas barked back, holding Hana in his arms while she kicked and threw her arms around, still having the dagger in her hand.

"Let me go!" Hana screamed, waving the dagger around.

"That's enough of that," Grace huffed, snatching the knife out of Hana's hand, earning a wolfish growl.

"Let me go! So I can kill that bastard for what he has done! He's the reason why I'm doing this! To kill him!"

Vilkas looked back to Lockan, then back to Hana, tears welling in his eyes.

"He's the reason I ran! You son of a bitch! I'm going to skin you like the wolf you are!" Hana laughed psychotically, a wicked grin on her face.

"Lockan! Get your cure over here right now!" Grace barked.

"There got it. Keep her still, she needs to drink the whole of this," Lockan sighed, passing a vile over to Grace.

"How the hell are we going to get her to stay still long enough?" Farkas said as Hana tried biting at him.

"I have an idea, not a very good one though. Vilkas! Get your ass over here!" Grace hissed. Vilkas rolled his eyes and walked over to the small Breton standing in front of Hana, her eyes blood shot and growling at the twin.

"What's your bright idea woman?" Vilkas scowled down at her.

"Kiss her. She should be shocked enough to pour the whole thing down her throat," Grace smirked.

"Are you trying to get me killed?"

"Maybe."

Walking over to Hana, he kept his gaze low and tried to control his breathing. He did not want to do this, not in the condition she was in but it was worth a shot. As he walked closer, Farkas started to loosen his grip on Hana, practically holding her back by her shirt.

Vilkas stopped less than a meter away from Hana, not wanting to be punch just yet. "You're as good as dead!" Hana spat in his face, her lips twisted into a snarl.

Vilkas just sighed wiping the spit from his face. "Touching," Vilkas scowled. He closed his eyes and sighed. Taking a step closer to her, he place a hand on her cheek. Frozen from the contact from his hand, Hana just stood there not moving like a statue.

'Fuck it,' Vilkas sighed to himself, leaning down, kissing Hana on the lips. Her lips were cracked and raging with heat against his, not the most ideal kiss. It felt nothing like the way he would have kissed her in other circumstances. Usually it was soft and loving, not forced and quick.

Almost seconds later, Hana was kicking at him. As soon as Vilkas leaned away, Grace tipped the whole bottle of liquid down Hana's throat before she tried to scream again. Vilkas could feel the tears in his eyes trying to make an appearance again.

"Lockan, can you ever so kindly explain to the inn keeper what's been going on in here please?" Grace asked as nicely as she could over Hana gagging on the medicine.

"Aye." Lockan nodded, leaving the room.

"Shouldn't she be calming down by now?" Farkas asked, still holding onto Hana, who was ready to kill everyone in the room.

"Maybe the cure takes longer to kick in?" Grace presumed. Vilkas just nodded and kept his head down, ashamed.

"Have you got that tree syrup stuff?"

"Oh I have something a bit stronger than that," Grace smiled and walked up to Hana, a small smirk on her face. In one quick motion, Grace hit Hana in the head, knocking her Nord friend unconscious.

"Grace!" Vilkas yelled, anger boiling in his blood.

"What? She did it to me first!" Grace huffed, "besides she's not attacking you anymore."

0o0

"You sure you can't come back with us Lockan?" Farkas asked while jumping up on the carriage, taking them back to Whiterun.

"Aye, I'm sure. This isn't the best time for me to be leaving the college. I would love to head back to Jorrvaskrr believe me but I can't." Lockan sighed, leaning against the side of the carriage.

"Aye, well come back when you can." Vilkas nodded and looked down at Hana.

They had covered the floor of the carriage with warm pelts for Hana to lie down on while they made their way home, stopping her from freezing to death. She hadn't woken since Grace had knocked her out. Lockan had stated earlier that she would probably be asleep while the cure broke down the poison in her blood stream.

"Travel safe all of you and send me a letter about Hana's condition," Lockan stated.

"Aye," Vilkas nodded and climbed into the back of the wagon. He hoped that she would wake up soon, and not trying to attack him.

0o0

Her mind raced as she sat on her bed for the last time for the next few years. She was finally going, leaving the place where she never belonged. Hana looked around her small room, feeling like a small child once again.

As she stood from her bed, her pack appeared at her feet along with her axe and shield. Their edges worn from use and marked from previous attacks. Hana picked up her belonging and left her room, leaving her child hood memories behind her.

'This is strange,' Hana thought to herself as she walked through her house. 'I thought I left this place a long time ago.'

"Now lass, be careful of those roads," A voice echoed around the room. Her father's voice.

Hana spun around and saw her father looking down at her, a low smile on his face. Her father was all for her travelling, but just worried that she wouldn't be able to handle her own.

"I'll be fine Father, don't worry," She smiled at him like she had when she left. This was all too familiar for her. It didn't seem right.

"I know you will be, I just don't want my little girl to leave," Her father sniffled.

"I promise I will come back Father." She hugged her father and spotted her mother just over his shoulder.

She realeased her father from her hug and embraced her mother, who was crying. Before Hana could manage to say her goodbyes, everything faded away into darkness.

"No! Come back! Mother! Father!" She screamed while the darkness evolved around her.

Hana paced back and forth in the darkness, thinking. She couldn't comprehend what just happed, she left her parents well over a year and a half ago. "I can't be fucking dead yet!" She yelled into the darkness.

She ran further into the darkness, not going anywhere in particular. As she ran, light appeared ahead of her. Hoping to find out what the hell is happening, she walked closer to the light, hearing voices.

Suddenly Hana was surrounded by bright light, blinding her. As her senses came back, the hall of Jorrvaskrr appeared in front of her. Everyone was there, Aela, Lockan, Grace and the twins. Hana furrowed her brows as she looked around the room, something still felt off.

"Welcome back Hana!" A voice stated from behind her. Hana spun around a bit too quickly , causing her mind to spin. "You alright lass? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Hana just stood there, her mouth hanging open. Skjor stood in front of her, a bright smile on his face. "You.. You're dead. How can this be happening?" Hana stuttered, still shocked.

"Have you had Skooma? I'm still alive and kicking, the only time I came close to dying was by the Silver Hand."

Hana just shook her head, still confused as to what was going on. Maybe she wasn't going mad, this could be possible.

"So if you aren't dead… does that mean that Kodlak is still here?" Hana quizzed, placing a hand on her hip.

"Aye he is. Speaking of which, he is right over there, with Vilkas and Farkas." Skjor spoke, pointing to a corner of the room. He was right. Vilkas and Farkas sat with the old Harbinger, laughing about something.

Hana just nodded and walked over to them, still trying to wrap her head around the whole mess.

"Ah Hana. You have returned, the slayer of Alduin herself has come back to the great halls of Jorrvaskrr." The old man smiled up at her.

"Wait? Alduin, he's finally dead?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Aye love, he is. You should remember, you're the one who killed him after all," Vilkas spoke as he got up from his chair, walking over to her.

"Right, I knew that." She lied. How could she not remember killing him?

"I see you still have the pendant I gave you," He smiled down at her.

Hana reached for her chest and found the pendant still handing from her neck. 'Didn't I leave him?' She shook her head.

"Aye, I guess I did. I don't understand, I thought I left you.." Vilkas kissed her, making her forget what she was going to say. Almost instantly, she melted into the kiss. It felt too real for Hana, like everything around her. This couldn't be a dream.

"Gods know how much I have missed you," he purred at her as he pulled away from the kiss, pulling Hana closer to his side.

Hana couldn't help but giggle like a little girl as she hugged Vilkas's side.

"How long have I been gone for?" Hana asked.

"You have been gone for less than two weeks, on some quest for the Grey Beards." Farkas explained. Hana just nodded and hugged Vilkas closer to her. The whole place seemed so surreal to her, everyone in the hall, Kodlak and Skjor was alive, and Alduin was defeated. This was her biggest hopes coming true.

"Hana! Good to see you back!" Grace smiled next to her. Hana blinked down in shock, not seeing her friend appear next to her.

"Oh hello Grace. Miss me?" Hana laughed, elbowing Grace in the side.

"I did. I really did. Who else can help me with my fighting skills?"

"What about the Thieves Guild?"

"Guild? I never joined them Hana. I think you definitely had Skooma on your way back. I've been in the Companions for the past seven years dummy." Hana just blinked down in her friend in shock. Had she always been in the Companions? Something in Hana's mind couldn't tell if Grace was joking or being serious.

"Sorry to interrupt, Vilkas didn't you have something to say to Hana?" Farkas cooed, a smirk on his face.

Hana cocked her head to the side and looked up at her lover, a smile on his lips. "Aye I do." Vilkas reached for a small leather pouch on the table and held it in his hand.

"Hana. Member of the Companions and Circle, the love of my life. We have been through so much these past two years and I want you to be with me for as long as I live, even in Sovengarde. I ask you this, will you marry me?" Vilkas said to her softly, a smile on his face.

Hana's mind was spinning. She was about to scream out her answer but the darkness faded around her again, pulling her away from Vilkas, from everyone.

"No! Let me go back! Fuck you!" She screamed back into the darkness. Someone was messing with her, toying with her emotions.

Light surrounded her again, this time not as blinding as the past.

She found herself walking in a room in an unknown building. Her hair was out in waves and a circlet on her head. Glancing around room, flowers and statues stood before, glancing down at her.

At the other end of the room was a large basin of water, so clear anyone could see their reflection. Slowly, Hana walked over to the basin and peered over. Her face had been scrubbed clean of any dirt and her face was clear as the night sky. The same pendant that Vilkas had given her hung around her neck, standing out against her chest.

She looked down at her clothes, instead of the usual armour she wore, it was replace with a white armoured corset, hugging her edges and beautiful white material flowing down to form her dress.

Pure white dress, beautiful features, it could only mean one thing for Hana. She was getting married. She could feel her hands shaking, not sure if this was a dream or not. She had never thought that this day would come. If only her parents were with her.

"Hana, are you ready lass?" Kodlak asked from behind her.

Hana looked up into the Harbingers old eyes, they were soft and gentle, as if they had always been. Hana lowered her head and nodded, not sure if she should go through. She hooked her arms around him and took a sharp breath.

As the doors opened, Hana was surrounded by bright light. As she walked, her surrounding became familiar to her. The streets of Whiterun where packed with people, those who she had helped, people from her past, and any other citizen of the city. She smile as she walked alongside with the Harbinger, her dress shifting as she walked.

A smile was plastered on her face as walked, listening to everyone as she walked by. Many stood by, awing at her features and beauty, others doing low cheers.

Not sure where she was walking, she just followed the road towards the Gildergreen tree, blooming in all its glory.

As she approached the stairs, white flowers covered the stairs and along the sides, leading her closer. Hana calmed her breathing as she passed the last step. At the end of the path, the Companions stood before her, all in their traditional armour. Each member, including Aela, was standing there, looking as striking as Hana had ever seen him or her.

Right at the end standing next to Farkas, was Vilkas. He wore the wolf armour of the Companions with pride, a new set of armour Eorland had to make for him. Trimmed hair framed his face, his stubble hardly visible, his black as night war paint covered his vibrant grey eyes, making them stand out like a light in a dark room. For once, his usual scowl was replace with a smile.

As Kodlak wished her well, he took his place among the rest of the Companions standing proudly. Hana swallowed her fear as she walked up and stood next to Vilkas.

"You look beautiful Hana," Vilkas smiled down at her, holding her hand in his.

She smiled up at him and smirked, "Since when could you look so handsome?"

Vilkas let out a small chuckle and face the priest that had come all the way from Riften. Hana faced the priest, a small smile on her face. The priest raised their hands, indicating the beginning of the ceremony. "We commence this ceremony with the blessing of Mara, Goddess of Love. We are gathered here today to witness the bonding of two souls, Vilkas of the Companions and Hana, the Dragonborn." The priests voice boomed, praising to the gods.

"May the gods smile down on these two. Now Vilkas of the Companions, do you take Hana, to your beloved wife, in sickness, health and stand by her side in battle?" The priest asked her man.

"Aye, I do, in sickness, in health and will always stand beside her in battle." Vilkas said proudly.

"Hana, do you take Vilkas, as your husband? In health, sickness and stand by him in battle?"

"Aye, forever, even in Sovengarde," Hana said, confident in her decision.

"Then it is decided. I give you these rings, symbolising your bond to each other." The priest said, handing over a ring to Hana and Vilkas.

Vilkas placed the ring onto her wedding finger with ease, and held her hand in his.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the priest declared. With out further instructions, Vilkas placed his lips against Hana's, giving a passionate and loving kiss. Hana melted into the kiss, while listening to all the cheering from around her.

Suddenly the cheering turned to screams and pleading. Hana pulled away from Vilkas and looked around. The city had turned to fire, the sky had gone dark, screams pierced Hana's ears. A large rumble of thunder filled the air, except it wasn't thunder.

Black as night, the dragon descended down against the city, tearing it apart with its flames. Its spiky form landed on the top of Jorrvaskrr, crushing parts of the hall.

"You're meant to be dead!" Hana screamed in terror.

"You thought wrong mortal. The only ones that are dead are those closet to you," Alduin roared down at her. Hana glanced around her, and the dragon was right. The smell of burning flesh filled the air like the smoke. Bodies upon bodies littered the ground like weeds, their bodies shrivelled and burnt. "You think you can win this war Dovahkin, but you will destroy those who are closest to you. This is your future, this is your defeat." Alduin roared at her, soaring into the air.

Hana looked down next to her, hoping to see Vilkas wasn't there. Her whole sould shattered seeing Vilkas on the ground, his armour destroyed and burnt to death. The only thing that survived was his ring, glistening against the darkness of his burnt body.

She fell to the ground, sobbing at her loss. Everyone was dead surrounding her, all because of her.

Something fell next to her, making her look up from her sobbing state. Somehow her book had fallen next to her, opening up to a picture of everyone she had ever known. The Companions, her family, her friends. Hana held the book in her shaking hands and stood up. She knew this wasn't real, she wouldn't let this be real. She wasn't going to let this be her future. Letting everyone die because of her.

"So you finally ready to get out of here?" a voice spoke from behind her.

Hana spun around and saw a wolf. Its coat the same colour of her chocolate hair and eyes as green as the grass at Falkreath. Her wolf spirit.

"Thought you would never ask," Hana smirked at her spirit.

Letting out a scream of anger, she let her wolf spirit take over, turning her into her wolfish self. As her transformation was complete, she could hear voices, voices she knew all too well.

"She has to wake up soon shouldn't she?" One spoke, distraught.

"Aye, but we can only hope that she comes back to us soon." Another said.

That was all the encouragement that Hana needed. Again the darkness she was all too familiar with surrounded her, but she tried to out run it towards the ever fading light in front her. Her way out.

With all the strength she could, she ran faster than she had ever gone as her wolf form. Leaving the darkness behind her, she ventured closer to the light, this time seeing the face of Grace.