Chapter Eight

They got the bow, admiring it before there was a flash, Sharza looking at them. "We...are ready." She said. "Harkon will fall."

"She's become Malacath's avatar Serana." Inigo said.

"Not just him-Bal's as well. Be at peace," The Orc called out, Hun coming.

"I shall take you-and am aware of her look." He said, the Khajiit holding Havoc as he flew off. As they finally entered the chamber, Harkon attacked, the female vampire watching as he grappled with her friend as Inigo lined up a shot with the bow, adjusting before letting go.

"Your own father..." he gasped as Malacath loomed large.

"You tried to use my champion for your machinations Harkon, not realizing Sharza Stormblade, like your daughter, was far stronger than you thought." He said. "We give your soul to Molag Bal this day." The room went quiet, Garan staring as Sharza was laid back. "Is there anything I can do?" came the question, having seen everything with the others.

"She needs rest Garan." Serana said. "That avatar deal took a lot out of her. And tell everyone Inigo is allowed, as is Havoc-they are dear friends of hers."

"As you command." He left, Inigo gently carrying her to the master bedroom and tucking her in after getting her ready. "Come back to me Sharz." He said.

"She will Inigo." Was the reply. "Sharza needs to rest as mortals aren't really meant for such power."

~|Timeskip|~

It was about a week before she woke up, finding Inigo dozing in the chair and touched his knee, smiling at him. "Sharz?" he asked, hugging her.

"Sorry Inigo-my energy was depleted from what happened." Sharza sat up, seeing a familiar face.

"Everyone saw you go after Harkon." Serana said. "Malacath's champion hmm?"

"I was named such-wasn't ready to have Him appear several times but Mother has had His ear in the Ashpits. Next time we're near Winterhold I'll introduce you-she's happiest around books. And Havoc?" she added bracelets to match the collar, her scrimshaw work showing. "Better than 'Cath's gold idea hmm?" the Orc smiled as he rubbed faces with her.

"I remember you working on those at camp." The Khajiit intoned, helping her stand.

"I'm going to stay here and manage the haven Sharza-you saved me and Mother-I went and got her while you were out."

"I was wondering Serana-if your mother sees an Orc Wise Woman, that's her. Yatuurz may visit and swap stories-she's just most active around Winterhold. As for us, we'll forge on to take out Alduin-Hun will be happy when he's gone."

"I was going to ask you about that-Havoc was looking down while we flew."

"Havoc likes flying-and he's interested in the dragons we meet."

They headed back to the Throat with the Scroll, Paarthurnax looking at her. "You have returned." He said as Hun bowled her over with his landing, watching as there was laughter. "He had deep faas for you."

"Got a bow and took out a vampire Wuth Gein." Sharza intoned. "Hi Mindoraan."

The younger dragon snickered next to Inigo. "It's this kind of thing that Paarthurnax dislikes my friend." He said. "Sharza has the mindok to 'snark back'."

His head turned, hearing a roar. "Paarthurnax, Rok bo!"

She came back. "Ahraan nikriin?" Came the smug words. "Joor Zah Frul!"

Alduin crashed into the snow as the mortals lunged, managing to take him down.

"Meyz mul, Dovahkiin." He intoned. "But you have not won yet!" he flew off, the Orc smirking.

"I'll stop you Alduin-for the good of all." She said, looking off.

(Dragon Translations:

Faas-Fear

Wuth Gein-Old One aka Paarthurnax

Hi Mindoraan-You understand

Mindok-thinks

Rok bo-he comes

Ahraan nikriin-Wounds of a coward)