Chapter 7:The birth of two Saints.


"Head…..To...Whiterun..." The same voice that had called to me when I had 'died' spoke to me again.

"Help..Your...Comrades…...Save…..The...People..." The unknown Divine said, whoever it is. I swear I will do it! I will do it for you, the Empire, my family, and on my soul!

"I will do it for you my lord! The Empire will live and win!" I yelled out into the darkness in zealous fervor, I could feel the spirit of hope enter me. I would give the Imperial Legion and the people of the Empire the hope they needed to win any war. I would give my life for the Empire and the Divines!

"My daughter loves you….." A new voice came that was…..Female, it sounded beautiful like a sweet song. I was taken aback and left in complete wonder.

"It will take more than skill to win you know?" I heard another voice speak, it sounded like a normal man's voice. Yet, it sounded…..Familiar.

Before I could say anything, I woke up from a sleeping bag that had the view of Whiterun in the distance. I had been moved with everything I had still intact and untouched. The Divines must have done this for me so that I could help win the battle for the Empire.

I now saw a horse resting right next to me with white armor and the red markings of the Empire. I hopped onto it and it responded perfectly. I gave the horse a quick pat as I hopped down. I noticed a beautifully crafted lance along with a flag of the Empire attached to it. And what also lay was an excellent shield that seemed far better than what the Blades had given me. It seemed to be of the greatest crafting a Blacksmith ever made.

The sight of it reminded me of what a Knight would use, heck I even looked like one. But now I would need to be as holy as the Knights of the Nine themselves. Looking back at the horse again I gave a small smile, I had experience with horses before. But now I would have to put those skills to the test.

Taking all of my gear with me I now jumped back onto the horse quickly got it into action and the horse moved towards the city. My entire body felt renewed and my mind was clear in purpose and soul was burning with a fire. I have no doubt Brother Solaris would be grabbing his old hammer and fight by my side if he were here now.

No matter how outnumbered we would grant great victory, the Divines have commanded so!


I had stood on one of the watchtowers the guards of Whiterun had constructed in the preparation for an attack on their city. I could smell danger about, these 'Stormcloaks' would be arriving in just a few hours.

But where was the Dovahkiin? No, Ruigus? A desire for him was reaching it's peak. If he were unable to return after the battle ended I would search everywhere for him. I knew he had not died yet I full of worry. I still cannot tell why.

I saw many Imperial soldiers along with the Guards of this quaint city. Yet, had I or my brothers and sisters attacked this town would be nothing but ash thanks to all the wood every one of their structures are made out of. But we would not do that. For now at least.

We had a garrison of 989 defending against and army of 9,400 with a dozen or so of pitiful and inferior creatures compared to a Dovah that were armed by the worthless rebels.

This almost reminded me of the horrible rebellion that had sent me here. Thousands of years forward. All for my enemy to be an adorable Dovahkiin named Ruigus. I felt some of my blood rush to my face.

I wanted him with me and my mind was going crazy over him attempting to comprehend…...Something unknown to me. My thoughts were shaken by a loud yell.

"Quaestor, orders are that you go to the command post in Dragonsreach. Rikke's words here."

"Very well then Trooper. I will go, continue on normally and assist those you can." I walked past Civilians who were quickly taking refuge into their homes and cover them in the case that the curious weapons of war known as 'Catapults' were to be bombarding this massively sizable mortal city, or if the defenses failed and the Stormcloaks came charging through. I encountered more soldiers yelling about a defensive plan to hold them off at the lower gates and await reinforcements.

Without mine or Ruigus's help these mortals would fail horribly.

Walking into the keep and seeing the head of a long lost brother nearly made me growl in rage. A fellow Dov had died at the hands of mortals years after I was gone I had learned from a small amount of the people who lived here.

Walking up stairs to see the mortal leader of Whiterun known as Balgruuf conversing with Rikke the Imperial Legate who was now in charge of the defense of this settlement.

Ruigus's friends were here as well, they seemed to have made it into their own squad, they seemed to wave at me when they saw me. I decided I would return it.

More soldiers were running about in this keep than in the other districts. Many had sad and broken looks on their faces, they seemed to think that this drastic difference in numbers would make them lose.

Rikke remained to be the only calm one in the room while the Jarl seemed worried and the human soldiers and officers were yelling all the same. We had only an hour or two before these rebels arrived to take this city.

"The outer walls are strong. If we can hold them there…." The leader of Whiterun said.

"They have catapults." Said an Imperial high ranking officer to him

Damnit! Where'd they get catapults? The city walls are already falling apart as it is." The walls were stronger than what we had back in our time. But these ones were indeed in disrepair.

"My scouts tell me they're loading them with fire, and some with...Explosives." Explosives? These mortals had become more cunning than they were before.

"So he wants to take my city, walls relatively intact." The Jarl said with an irritated sigh.

"The men will be fighting in flames." The Officer said, I believe I heard a soldier refer to him as Quentin Cipius, a Tribune.

"My men are fearless…It's the Imperial milk drinkers I'm worried about." I suppressed a laugh. These Nords couldn't even tolerate my rule back then and rebelled against me. And they seemed to think that the Imperials from the land of Cyrodil were cowards, how silly. Though…..I wonder if I have ruled….Differently would things have changed back then for the better?

"If you prefer I took my men and left…." The Tribune said.

"No. Of course not. Just don't let me down Cipius." I heard Rikke making some noise.

"We have set up water brigades to stop the flames, casualties from the explosive rocks from the catapults are unable to be dealt with for the moment." Rikke informed.

"You Imperials are efficient. I'll give you that." Remembering Ruigus, I smiled. They seemed to be that sort. I think I would have rather conquered Cyrodil than Skyrim the more I think about it.

"How long until they arrive?" Rikke looked at him.

"Not too long. They're hiding in the country side preparing their assault. Why they wait is unknown."

"Damnit. They outnumber us 10 to 1. What's he waiting for? The Emperor to sign a peace treaty?" Balgruuf said with angry tiredness.

"Sir! They're on the move. They'll be at the gates at any moment!" Silence took the room for a few seconds as everyone stared at the Soldier who had spoken. I almost smiled at the thought of a hard battle.

"Sovngarde will not wait forever! To the gates men and women of the Empire!" I heard someone running panicked.

It was Ruigus.

"My Jarl I have returned with the axe." He said as he quickly put the axe of Whiterun onto the table. He looked up at Rikke.

"Sir." He gave a salute.

"Ruigus, a force of over 9,000 are attacking. Join us if you wish to perhaps die, but we will do so with more honor than these Stormcloaks." His eyes widened in fear. But as his eyes shifted to me. He calmed.

It was pleasing to have such an effect on him.

"I'll tun you back over to your Legion. Legate Rikke and Tribune Cipius will have use for you. Gods be with us all." He dismissed as Rikke now shouted.

"All unassigned Imperial soldiers with me!"

"Move it!" The Tribune yelled as Rikke began moving towards the main gates. I could sense the fear on the hearts of all those around us. Rikke and Ruigus seemed to be the more calm ones.

"Move it! Spread the word!" Came an order from Rikke that would have been indiscernible had it not been for my unrivaled abilities.

"Oblivion take them! Every miserable last one of them!" Yelled one Legionary. The rocks from the Stormcloak catapults had begun to fall down on the city. They had arrived here to the battle quicker than expected.

Explosions and fires started around us as some of the guards and civilians put them out. We had to dodge falling pieces of rubble from the houses around us as their artillery hit them.

After this repeated multiple times we had now made it to the gates. I had not even a chance to converse with my Dovahkiin.

My Dovahkiin…..

There were over 100 of us in this one small passage, I saw Ruigus's friends yet again. They placed themselves in a position next to us as Rikke got to a high point in the wall above us as we saw Stormcloak lines getting closer to our gate.

Palisades were constructed in front of us, and were ready to be put into place behind us in the case our first line failed. There seemed to be enough of them that we would have to fall back.

I was starting to feel taken aback myself with what was all going on. In time I will overcome this tragedy of a battle, that I was sure of.

The Legate now gave a glorified human speech that always had their own merits of foolish heroism I must admit.

"This is it men!" Everyone of the defenders looked up at her, the red uniforms of the Imperials and the Yellow-Gold uniforms of the Whiterun guards and soldiers were mixed in but unified in their obedience.

"This is an important day for the Empire and for the Legion. And for all of Skyrim." More of the Stormcloak artillery blasted through, each shot seemed to be missing us while she continued. A few of the soldiers were crying out of fear and crunched themselves into little balls as more of their shots landed.

"This is the day we send a message to Ulfric and the rebel Jarls who support him." She yelled through the chaos raining down upon her and the men. Ruigus was looking up at her with rapt attention.

"But make no mistake. What we do here today, we do for Skyrim and her people." All of the soldiers around us had various assorted weaponry, some had halberds, crossbows, pikes, spears, swords, maces, axes, and bows. I saw Imperial troops line on the high wall connected to the final defense position of the gates on our left.

"By cutting out the disease of this rebellion, we will make this country whole again!" And I want to rule it how I used to but with more modifications this time. It shall be perfect.

The Stormcloaks were about to reach a Stables in front of us.

"Ready now! Everyone, with me! For the Empire! For the Legion!" A loud raucous and fierce battle cry arose from all around me. The Stormcloaks countered with their own as they now charged at us. Their cries were far more barbaric sounding than the disciplined, unified sounding one of the Imperials.

They sounded and attacked like intentionally turned savages as they now took down our defenses, arrows began pelting them from our allies above us. Some of them fell down dead as arrows hit them in their unprotected heads while the ones who had helmets merely had them bounce off. The Bolts from the Crossbows fared better, yet there were too few shots coming into the fray.

Some took 3 to the chest before falling over either dead or dying like a crying animal that had become prey. Artillery fell right in front of them, shots that intended to hit us had hit their own men as they were blasted to bits or burned alive.

A few of our men were killed in a similar hit, nothing but pieces left where they once where. Mortal weaponry had become far more deadly since my unfortunate departure from the glorious times.

"Die Imperial Dogs!" One screamed as he ran into our line of spearmen protecting the barricades. The group of them motioned their weapons in order to stab him in the chest. Three entered his stomach, one in his chest. An overkill, especially when there were many more coming.

Another wave came as the Archers, Crossbowmen, Halberdiers, and Spearmen killed them all with little casualties. The downside was that now our men were getting tired and the siege weapons were landing their shots closer to our defense line.

I had not even move a muscle yet in order to kill someone. For now it was just waiting until they managed to break through the gate in front of us, this was getting horrible.

I smelled something far more smelly than any of the Imperials around me, looking at up most of the soldiers cowered in fear at, a Giant accompanied by a small group of Stormcloaks with no armor whatsoever and strange markings that seemed as if they belonged to some savage group of madmen. They pulled out axes of all types and charged, the Giant went with them.

It had no armor either and was equipped with a club about half the size of it's chest. The lumbering beast lead their assault as our mortal allies in front of us cowered.

"By the Divines they are insane!" I heard Hadvar say next to me.

"Damnit! It is just a beast! Get up and kill it!" Rikke yelled at the cowering men, they did their best to slay it. The line ended up ruined as the beast was surrounded by long pointed weapons of the infantry in front of us. While it died, the men it came with made it through and started reaching our line behind them as our men in the front were struggling.

"Looks like our bravery is going to be forged in battle." Remarked Marcus next to me, he had been holding fire with his bow until now.

"Or our deaths are going to be by the way of things in this one." Said another soldier next to Ruigus. He seemed to be distraught over this, he occasionally tried stepping in front of the line as if to slowly reach the men dying in front of us.

"Dammit, why are we letting our comrades die while we wait here?" He said with a tone of anxiousness. The others shared this in their stances albeit flawed as all mortals have in things. But he was different.

"Hold fast men. We are going to assist the guards down there soon, be ready for a charge to save them and after that we fall back to this position with them." The Legate said.

"Fire!" Came the order from the Tribune as more arrows rained into the ranks of these advancing Berserkers. So far I had counted the deaths of these rebels to be maybe around 300 to 400 of their infantry, a giant, and a pack of those wolves, I still don't understand how they could get animals on their side!

I think the artillery had stopped. As it was just the sound of men screaming and yelling.

"Charge!" Rikke pointed her sword forwards as our group moved to relieve the beleaguered men in front of us. I saw the one known as Hadvar with Aethan come towards Hans who managed to live thus far. If anything the old mortal had been the one commanding the forces in the front.

"Kill these lunatics! Kill 'em all!" Said one guard next to me.

"Slice them to bits!" Yelled another.

"We have got our men, now kill the rest of these swine and fall back quickly." I yelled calmly and yet in perfect authoritative command. My words influenced them almost instantly as they slayed the rest of the fools who threatened to break through the next line.

"What in Julianos's name is that doing here!?" A man yelled somewhere in the struggle. A mobile tower seemed to be getting to our line, I had never seen anything like it before.

"Siege tower!" Rikke yelled.

"Hurry up and burn it thoroughly!" The Siege tower was made out of wood, and I was sure that either I or Ruigus could burn it down if he used one of his Shouts.

"Yol Toor Shul!" He suddenly appeared near the Siege tower right after a group of Stormcloaks in heavy in armor had emerged as the huge wooden door fell.

Our forces were now surrounded as men from both sides. This time they had a ladder on the same side as the Siege tower was on. Running up to it I kicked the thing right off the rocks it landed on that would have given them a perfect opportunity to overrun us from the back.

While I had killed some of them that were on there and wounded one. They patiently waited to put it back up. I growled and dashed for the struggling Loyalists in front of me.

Ruigus along with Hans were now struggling with a few rebels attempting to break through and head towards the drawbridge. I slit a few throats as I maneuvered behind the Stormcloaks.

I looked up to see Hadvar, Rikke, Ruigus, Hans, and a few other Imperials. I gave a grin. I saw the others excluding Rikke giving a cheer. Rikke merely congratulated me, that was respectable for a mortal. While his face turned red, why did he do so? I wonder, perhaps I should ask him what that means sometime.

It was good to be with him again.

"By the Divines they keep coming!" A Soldier yelled, this time I heard a war horn. An unpleasant sound to the ears.

A loud yell came from the Stormcloaks as yet another wave came. I counted our casualties to be 70 now total. So far we had preformed well, but we would lose.

A horde of Stormcloaks came, those with bows took the postions on the abandoned ramparts of the first line and aimed at us. The others charged, in a more disciplined fashion than the rest we had met so far.

Their Archers fired perfectly in coordination with their clash into us. I was placed into the heat of this battle. Men yelled in each other's faces and spit at one another. A spray of blood landed onto my face as an Imperial soldier next to me was killed, his body had many slashes into his chest.

These Stormcloaks were so annoyingly relentless! I took the moment to avenge the mortal by killing the rebel who now went after me a blood curdling yell came from his mouth as he charged.

"Diiiiieee-" I had quickly stabbed him where his heart was and killed him before he had the chance to raise his shield.

"Fight harder!" Yelled Ruigus as he killed a few of them in quick successive attacks. The Legate racked up a small score of kills herself as she now fought by bringing herself into the midst of the slaughter.

The rest of us were not doing so well, all the archers save for Marcus had stopped. Surely to get more ammo for their ranged weapons. Quite a few lives were saved by Marcus's intervention but that was not stopping the rebels from now cornering and killing some of us. There were too many now, even for me.

I had noticed some dead Trolls by where I was. Up until now they never struck my eyes until the moment I could not see anything in front of me.

The smoke from the artillery was obscuring our vision making it nigh impossible to see any more of enemy reinforcements, but the sounds of their screams were enough to know, as well as the sounds of their loud footsteps on the road jumping over the bodies of friend and foe.

"Fall back to the Drawbridge!" The Legate yelled.

"Retreat!" I yelled in agreement.

I saw Ruigus and another man pull a soldier out of there. I noticed Marcus was now trapped.

Grunting I cut my way through to him.

"Come on." I said to him as he finished off another berserker with his daggers.

"Coming." He said as he ran away while I provided cover with spells. A few more Imperials were fighting hopelessly behind me and died as I now reached the Drawbridge.

It quickly shut as I was the last person to make, I saw Marcus had made it safe.

"Thanks, I'll save your hide next time that's for sure." He said with a playful and kind wink. Though I could tell he was tired and demoralized, much like the rest of the survivors.

"They will not be able to get through, but they can get on the ramparts. Men, you have done excellently so far and have made it to the evening, if these Stormcloaks have a shred of honor left they will flee Whiterun soon. But that is for later, for now. Man the ramparts and defend them!" The Legate said as I now followed the men up. A soldier emerged from the city doors as he ran to Rikke.

"Sir! We have received a message that General Tullius and a force of 4,000 will arrive tomorrow." I now used flames to disperse and kill the enemies below us, Ruigus used his shouts while the other Imperials stuck to their crude but effective ranged weapons.

"What time?"

"Midday." I heard the Legate go silent.

"Report back to the Tribune." The Legionary left, leaving Rikke to whisper something only I could hear.

"We will not last that long. And with that amount of men, even he will be defeated." Her spirits seemed crushed in an instant. Intriguing, I thought she were the one for a glorious death.

"Hold this ground!" I heard a rather fierce Ruigus yell. I imagined that through all he had gone through so far he was sweating by now. But his spirit was unshaken, I could feel the terror in the other men around him while he had not lost any of his courage at the slightest.

I saw another wave with a few ladders come. Another big one that brought more Stormcloak archers and infantry. A guard spit.

"Our damn lives better be worth killing these Stormcloaks." To this Ruigus looked at him.

"Death is only a possibility my friend, if you do it will be worth it to defend these people." He said rather encouragingly. The man shook a bit as the next wave was hitting hard.

"I suppose that is why we are defending after all." He said with a sigh.

"Very well then, time to get back into the fight." He said as he readied an arrow and fired it into a group of Stormcloaks.

"Aw Oblivion be damned, more artillery!" Yelled Hadvar. A blast hit the walls behind us. Another ineffective strike after the next came, leaving me to only suspect it was all to destroy our morale.

After we had finished off the rest of this wave. All became quiet. It seemed close to night now.

"By the Divines we are blessed enough to still live." Said Aethan, I had not really noticed him in the fighting.

"Never in my life, had never seen that much destruction." Hans said, a sad look in his old eyes.

"Same for me as well." Marcus agreed, shaken. The men now began to rest as I motioned them to.

It felt good to be in charge yet again, but these men were broken by the fighting. I had only told them the battlefield was clear of any enemies.

The Legate now approached.

"You have all done the best you could, rest up and prepare for the battle tomorrow. Reinforcements are coming." Was all she said.

Looking back over to where the Stormcloaks where they seemed to have fallen back to the fields, still waiting. They intended to take this city, that was guaranteed.

"In all my years I had never seen that many in a single battle." I heard Hans remark to another as he went onwards to a tavern, along with the other friends of Ruigus. And I suppose….Mine?

I walked up to Ruigus, he took his helmet off and gave me a weak but happy smile.

"So you have the Scroll don't you?" I said to him, I had been unsure what to still do with him. And now since he had the Scroll…

"Yeah, thank you for getting the Blades to join. I probably would have died without their help." A small chance of that happening to you if you went by yourself.

"So it seems you sure did deliver that axe then." He gave a laugh, it had an adorable sound to it.

"Yeah and Ulfric Stormcloak didn't like it at all." I laughed with him.

"Alavia, a Divine spoke to me again." I was curious just as last time, who was it? Could it have been father?

"What did he say?" I asked him, he looked up at the sky as if what he said was written in it.

"He told me to go to Whiterun and help the Imperial Legion win. And to save the people." He said in reverence. His devotion to my father and the rest of the Aedra was…..Inspiring.

I looked at him in thought about this.

"I will defend my people." Ruigus said with determination, his fist clenching as he looked down at it. And then looking around at all the walking soldiers and aiding civilians he said.

"I will do anything I can to defend them all." He said quietly, yet sadly. I felt my heart ache in pain for him. His words. Why did a part of them both cause me to want to do as he said and help the weak?

The crying of civilians and soldiers alike could be heard. I saw human children as well.

"Do you hear them? The ceaseless tears that this war brings? The crushed dreams and hopes flowing away in each of them?" The same scene was repeated everywhere else.

It had taken a while for the defenders to break down. I imagine all of them were now being hit by the shock of the battle and the whole surreal aspect of it.

It was all too pitiful of a sight. A depressing color now took to the sky as it became grey, dark clouds had gathered around.

Hope….

"Let us go find the Legate." I suddenly said.

"Alright." He said sadly as he stared at the sights around us, I could feel his soul burning with a desire for victory.

We found the Legate right next to a great tree near a shrine of Talos next to stairs leading up towards Dragonsreach. How peculiar that a mortal became an Aedra.

"Ruigus, Alavia. You have outperformed everyone else so far in this siege. I will order for an assembly in the next morning, rest up while you can." She said while sitting on a bench, thinking to herself.

Ruigus's mouth opened as if he were to say something then shut it. Before saying something else than what I imagined.

"Yes sir." He turned to me.

"You can use my house if you want to sleep. I think I may sleep next to the others so I could be with them in case an attack happens." An excuse for trying to get attached to his fellow soldiers. I would rather have him near me instead.

"Get some sleep for the morrow, sleeping on the floor like the rest of them will not accomplish anything if you are to wake up sore and tired next morning. You have a bed for yourself in your home Ruigus. Use it." I ordered him.

"You should rest too Alavia, I do not think I have ever seen you sleep before." I never needed to sleep. Though as a matter of fact, I did always leave him to go check on my fellow Dov in Skuldafn. They seemed to be doing well. Thinking about them, I might consider asking them to put the sting into the Stormcloaks, raid their lands and stall them while barely attracting any attention.

"Hmph, fine then. I will sleep with you." His face went mad red.

"W-Wha-Wha-What!?" He said, confused. I did not understand what he was thinking of.

"I said I was going to sleep in your house." I told him plainly. Tch, the boy always was so…..Submissive when it came to me. It gave that same indescribable feeling I felt as I now decided to pull him close.

"Or did you have a change of heart about me going to get some rest?" He shook his head, his cheeks were so pathetically red, it was so damn cute!

"Er I do need to show you something!" He blurted to me. I felt happy to see that his mood had improved just from my presence alone like this.

"Go ahead." I said to him as he walked to his house, the sight got worse again as more soldiers looked around forlornly. They had killed many, yet broken by the fear of defeat. Even with reinforcements coming.

"Here." He said while pointing to a white colored stallion that was hitched next to his house. Aedric energy seemed to be in it, yet it was certainly mortal. Heavy steel armor adorned it. Were this horse the gift of my father? I could sense some of his work and someone else.

Could Talos have been involved too? The armor seemed enchanted just as the horse was. I saw a strange weapon with the horse as well.

"I was given this lance with the flag of the Empire attached to it." Pulling up the weapon that was as long as a halberd I saw a red, gold, white, and black flag that resembled a Dovah in the center. It certainly pleased my eyes.

"So they truly did grant you something." I said. I could hear him look fiercely in the direction of the Stormcloak army.

"I will bring victory for my people." He said softly with a weight on those words.

"And I will ensure that you do." I said to him. The night sky had now come as he looked at me, torches were lit across the city. I could see his brown eyes look at me kindly.

"I will try to live up to your standards. You still are the greatest warrior I have ever seen." I could not help but smile.

"There can always be a 2nd best Ruigus, but I will always be the 1st."

"Of course!" He agreed loyally. I felt taken aback as if I had put him under some sort of spell by accident. My features shifted to normal again as he seemed to be drinking in my aura.
"You truly are something else." I said, I could have my fun with mortals when I wanted to, though he especially amused me.

"Yeah…." I broke out into a laugh. I ended it soon after. I saw his face bright up a little.

"I think I might name that horse 'Trun' after that village that was destroyed." He remarked. How sentimental and yet kind of him. While that village was indeed destroyed it would live on in that horse's name.

"Alright, I will go to sleep now, and you better do the same Ruigus. Do not sneak off in the middle of the night and try going after the middle of the night or communicate with Gods okay?" He giggled.

"I promise, just let me get the door open." After searching for his key for a good minute. The door opened.

"You know I really wonder how that fire under the cooking pot stays alight all this time ever since I last came here." He said to me as the house was still lighted up ever since he had last left it.

"It stays that way because it stays that way." I said simply.

He gave a tired giggle. We now climbed upstairs as he went to his bed on the room to the right of this floor. I went to the left.

"Good night Alavia." My gaze rested upon him.

"Good night, Ruigus." I said as I climbed into the soft sheets of the bed and pulled it over me. I had to say that the sheets of mortal beds were always soft and comfy, I regret not using these as much as I had done back when I ruled this land.

I didn't care that I still had my Ebony armor on, if anything it made it much better. I began to drift to sleep, a peace came to my mind as I thought about the man who would be my nemesis.


I dreamed of a Whiterun without this warfare, one where that idiot hero stood alongside me as we peered off into the sky, this was my own vision of a future, one that could be possible. Him, as a mate?

Suddenly I found myself in a golden palace, angered by my abrupt interruption I scanned around. Only to see my mother, so, she had chosen that of which appealed to my old self. Gold, there was so much of it that those Nords once gave us.

"Mara." I said, she smiled happily, how could she!?

"Hello my beautiful daughter, fawning over our Ruigus are you not?" She asked me. I had not spoken to her in too long of a time, but my own hatred was not gone.

"I am notfawning over him mother! Do not tell me what to think." I yelled at her. She made one of those giggles that could disarm anyone. Though I could feel steam coming out of my ears at this situation with her involved.

"You do love him however." Love? Love is what someone like Vahlok had for his wife, what Faaskunven had for Geindokun, what Odahviing and Lokyolkriaan shared.

"What?" She looked at me kindly and gave a giggle.

"Do not give me that look my daughter. You and I both know that you have felt something far more intimate with him ever since the moment you encountered the poor man, frightening him as you first met in both of your physical forms." ….I know, but I still want you to shut it.

"Alduin, I want you to think about him. The one and last request I have for you. You can achieve that desire you always had to be the one to rule over Tamriel along with having a family. Your father wishes to see your dreams come through as well." Father…He did not.

"Your father also says that you should think about it tomorrow, you will know when by the time you yourself make a decision." She finished.

"I see." Was all I could say. I was both calm and confounded more so than I had ever been in my entire life.

"Goodbye Alduin." She said with that happy and kind smile of hers.

"Goodbye…..Mother." But I had woken up in my bed and she was gone. Nothing but the wooden room I was in and one person in the one next to me.

Ruigus….. I will take what I want from you, I hope you can accept it.


Waking up and quickly searching the house I had seen Ruigus had left. I had not even sensed him leaving! He will not escape me like this the next time. If there will ever be a next time.

Walking outside the sky still had that dark and gray color. I heard the voice of Rikke at the main gates of the city as she was briefing all of the remaining soldiers and guards of Whiterun, I saw Balgruuf next to her along with Cipius. Townspeople were everywhere watching this display of a broken army of men. I noticed some civilian militia in the mix.

"The Stormcloaks will undoubtedly launch another assault. Hold this city no matter what do you get that!?" The soldiers all grumbled, any more of her attempts at encouraging them to fight failed. Ruigus was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard the footsteps of a horse.

In the very middle of all the assembled soldiers I saw Ruigus upon that armored Aedric stallion. That lance he had talked to me about was his armament along with a shield.

"Soldier, what are you doing!? Do you know that you are to die if you go out there?" Rikke yelled, confused and concerned. Ruigus turned to look at her, a fierce look upon his face.

"To battle." He said shortly and fervently.

"Against an army of 9,000? Are you insane!?" A Guard yelled disbelievingly. The flag of the Empire flew in the wind, it was longer in length than the stallion he rode on.

"Armies no matter their size can be beaten." He said with a divine conviction.

"What are you doing?" Rikke asked again, her usual composure was broken.

"One of the Divines spoke to me. He told me to bring victory for the Empire this battle and I will do anything possible to win this." The same guard scoffed.

"You have clearly gone mad, there is no chance of winning. The fact that there is even a Divine speaking to you is far more mad!" Ruigus shifted his view towards the gates. The dark skies parted as sunlight now shined upon him in a holy light that only the Aedra such as I could summon, a stunned silence took part on the defenders.

"There will be no victory if we all simply but wait for our deaths." He stated.

"The heroes of the old times manifested enough courage to beat back the same type of darkness that lingers over us all now. The same one that had come when our empire was first invaded by the Akaviri and the same one that had threatened to kill us all when the gates of Oblivion flew open two separate times with the evil stemming from the Dark Gods. This sort of darkness has been with us ever since the war against the Thalmor erupted. All of those heroes who had to end this darkness each time had to vanquish it. Whether it was the Knights of the Nine or the 1st Emperor, the Hero of Kvatch and the last Septim, or the saints themselves, or the men of the Empire as they once stood again and again beset by the horrors upon them only to win, and even in those days that we failed to defend the Imperial city and the days we spent taking it back. They did it with the help of allies. Yet times existed when they had only themselves to bring victory and hope to all those around them. All it sometimes take is one act of courage to free the world around you, even if you are the only one."

And with that, he charged through the open gates. The flag on his lance flew gracefully and elegantly. The Soldiers were all speechless, I thought I saw Aethan and Hadvar going after him.

I rushed to a horse myself and jumped on one, I had never been on one myself but I would master it quickly as I do with all things. I would damn myself if I choose not go with him and defeat these Stormcloaks.

"You will follow that man! For the Emperor, Charge!" Yelled Rikke fiercely and emboldened as she now joined his assault, and I could see every man that had a weapon join in.

There would either be total victory with these Imperials or the death of every last one of them. The very same fire that was burning in Ruigus echoed through each one of them, this would be a far more inspired and zealous assault than those who rebelled against my rule could ever manage.

I could now feel this zeal inside me now as I lead the horse out of the gates behind him as he now hit the Stormcloak lines, seemingly killing three in the initial charge. Their lines were massive and yet disorganized.

He had taken them by complete surprise, the Stormcloaks panicked as his horse moved through them as if they were nothing but grass.

I was now getting closer myself when I heard sounds of horses next to me. Horsemen that belonged to the Imperial garrison were following me into an arrow formation with their lances and swords drawn. I was leading a charge full of 40 mortals on horseback behind me.

I could not contain my mad grin as I rode straight into the first Stormcloak, the rebel was still unaware of my presence as his head was separated from his body. Ruigus seemed to be pulling off a miracle that I had not seen since when I had crushed group after group of rebels.

I could not be any more proud of him. The rest of the garrison had arrived by the time the Stormcloaks had unleashed more of those barbaric creatures in an effort to chase him down as he continued to cause more panic and destruction. But they seemed to turn on them strangely enough.

No matter, it would not be my time to outperform and ensure he does not die by the end of this. The time for killing was now.

"Victory or death!" I heard Hadvar yell. Looking back and seeing a horde of Whiterun guards, civilian militia, and the Imperial soldiers I now figured I had more to take care of. I pulled the reins on my horse to avoid a trap the rebels had set up in a pathetic attempt to trap me.

Jumping off the horse and letting it run into Stormcloak soldiers I was now happy as I could fight in a fashion that more familiar to me than a horse. Now to start my domination of this battlefield with this scum on the ground…..

"Take back the fields, the farms, the hills, and the pride of the Empire!" I heard Ruigus yell, the flag waving in the air once more.


"By Dibella's sweet nipples you plowing idiots are all too slow!" Yelled an angry and hardened voice at an entire army of 2,000 Imperial Legionnaires.

Legate Cassius Rageius had earned a reputation for being the only man in all of Tamriel who uttered so many profanities. He had earned nicknames such as 'Legate Cusser' as well as being suspected as the secret god of rage, a joke made by men under him.

He and his men had made it through the still destroyed town of Helgen and were heading to Whiterun in order reinforce it before an attack was to come on the city. What he was supposed to do with 400 of his men being cavalry he had little clue about in a defense.

In all his experience through the Great War he had not been expecting a rebellion in Skyrim which further soured his already angry mood. His face was scarred and left fierce in appearance to the normal eye, he still half resembled the striking man he was before he war however.

As he and his men were reaching Riverwood at a slower pace than he wanted a guard from Whiterun walked up to him.

"Reinforcements!? What in Oblivion are you doing here? There is a losing battle going on in Whiterun! 9,000 to 900 in favor of the rebels!" He said to the pissed off Legate. This only angered the man more.

"A battle!? Listen up here you brainless dimwit there is no way am I going to turn back now especially when a few dumb bastards in Whiterat or whatever it is are in danger from a bunch of dumb rebel manchildren who think that a number advantage of half-assed numbers by the way; are going to take it from us!? Go plow the bloody fields or suck the dirt as a coward or join me as we go to save them you worthless maggot, make your choice." The Guard had become shaken from the rant.

"Well punk? Reach a decision in your clouded head yet?" The Legate said as he and his men were now going through the once peaceful village being drowned out my the noises of his men marching. The people living in the village merely watched as hundreds of men marched.

"Y-Yes Legate!" The Legate grinned.

"Now get in line with the rest ya scoundrel, you will prove your worth." The Legate turned to the rest of the officers.

"Get those damned hooligans in our army to double time it! Use the damn whip like they allow their wives do at home if you have to!" The officers quickly stammered as well as they went to go carry out his orders.

"And tell them there will be some divine damned glory in this!"

"Hey! You kissasses on the horses! Follow me to glory you glorious scoundrels and beasts!" He screamed as he now had his horse in a sprint down the large road towards Whiterun.

"Make those swine pay for attacking us on such a bad day! March!"


I and the rest of the men had been defeating each group after group of Stormcloaks as we pushed in to assist Ruigus. Suddenly I heard him Shout.

"Yol Toor Shul!" The catapults that had been sent into an inferno as the wooden weapons of war burned. Ruigus had pushed too far in to deny them their siege weapons.

Almost half of the entire Stormcloak army was chasing after him while trying to deal with our assault that had taken a low amount of casualties.

After cleaving through another group of Stormcloaks who had not taken the hint, I heard yelling.

An entire group of Imperial cavalry had come from the bridge near one of the farms which now made our tiny force surround the blue armored rebels. If these were General Tullius's men I did not see him anywhere.

It was then Ruigus started cutting his way to us successfully. Arrows raining over his head as his horse trampled over the enemies before us. He quickly stabbed one Stormcloak that was locked in a duel with another Imperial in the back. And took out his sword to quickly finish off the others.

And I had a spell I could use, flames spread across a rank of Stormcloaks as they overrun a group of men who had rushed ahead in front of us. Their small victory was met in death.

"Wohoo! I got another one!" Came a rather childish and accomplished yell from Marcus as he managed to get more of the unarmored Stormcloaks who had tried to get a flank on us, this battle was going excellently!

More reinforcements came from the same bridge to assist us, and no Tullius. However I now spotted a Legate with his other mortals on the horses clearing their way towards us. The fighting seemed to stretch on through the entire land around Whiterun. Again it reminded me of the good old days when I had Dov following me to defeat the accursed and disgusting Daedra.

Oh how I would make those insufferable creatures who dare declared themselves gods pay. Grunting in anger at the memory of those wretches I killed another Stormcloak soldier and put another one who was dying out of her misery.

"Push them back soldiers of the Empire!" Rikke yelled encouragingly as our forces pushed on. I saw Hadvar killing a few more of the bewildered rebels. It was stunning how their commanders and flag-bearers had not rallied them while we massacred their men.

We seemed to be cutting a path to our reinforcements while they were doing the same to get to us. Once we will be able to, the enemy will surely break and flee like scoundrels.

Ruigus seemed to realize this as well as he focused his attacks and Shouts at the enemies still creating a gap between the newly arrived allies.

One of the horsemen was finishing off the last one as I now saw a Stormcloak stab Ruigus in his left arm as he retaliated by cutting him down with his sword. He turned to look at our now combined army of Imperials, the flag waved triumphantly.

"Look at this flag! This banner! The enemies of the Empire crumble before our holy might! Fight for the Empire! Fight for victory!" He charged again, the wounded arm seemed to mean nothing as he relentlessly threw himself back into the fight.

I suddenly realized that the sky was now clear and was blue as usual, the seeming darkness that came with despair as Ruigus had talked about was now gone.

"He goes like a Saint or a Grandmaster of Knights of the Nine!" One of the newly arrived soldiers said. Another looked up at him as if he were one of the two himself.

"Follow the Dragonborn Saint of Whiterun to victory!" He yelled.

"He's the Dragonborn!?" Came a Swordsman.

"He sure is." One of the men who had fought along with us back in the initial siege said.

"Hey look! It's that one woman who went with and him and saved our assault!" A bunch of soldiers immediately placed themselves by my side as bodyguards.

"We will go with you." Said a Quaestor as he saluted me.

"Excellent, now come with me, there are rebels that need a harsh lesson." I told him, he and his men gave confident grins.

"We'll send them to Oblivion for you." Enough of the waiting, now was the time to assist my Dovahkiin before any of the enemies of the Empire layed their filthy hands upon him.

With a wave of my sword forwards, an entire force of 57 were now fighting for me. With an evil smile I saw them go after retaliating Stormcloak soldiers.

Observing the rest of the battlefield I saw Ruigus drive his lance into a Giant's head, killing the last of any tamed creatures the Stormcloaks still had to send.

I had a feeling this was one of their final and last desperate attempts at destroying our army. I saw men led by Legate Rikke and another smaller one by Hadvar counter charge. I went in first and deflected, dodged, countered and outright defeated those who came under the flag of that bear.

Slicing and stabbing my way through with the following Imperials with me I now quickly looked around to see flags that did not belong to Ruigus or the Stormcloaks.

General Tullius and his men had arrived and were joining the fight. It seemed that every single Stormcloak soldier was now in retreat. The cravens fled the fields towards the same bridge from Eastern side of Whiterun back into Stormcloak territory.

"Chase them down! Every last one of them!" I heard Ruigus scream as many others joined him.

I took the opportunity to hunt down as many of them as possible, none survived my strikes as the fleeing Stormcloaks were now being chased by the exhausted yet zealous garrison members along with the more fresh Imperial Legionnaires taking after them. I counted my kills to be 1,008, I'll be sure to say to Ruigus as he would believe me in my claim, in actuality, I imagine that would be if anything the combined kills of those I led if even that much at all.

I saw General Tullius with a rather surprised expression talking to two Legates. Rikke and another mortal who I had not seen before.

I saw the remainders of our garrison with some of the men that had come in our first batch of reinforcements following Ruigus and praising him as he laughed with them with a great smile on his face. He was coming towards me.

I got the same praise from them as they spotted me.
"The Saint and maid of Whiterun!" They cheered along with Ruigus who was looking at me in total worship.

I had gone from being known only as the World Eater to now being known as this? By mortals that I had fought with!? By ones who put their trust in me? I was a bit shaken just from thinking about this as I saw General Tullius and Rikke come towards us.

Ruigus was on his horse next to me, I had seen no blood on him or his despite all the reckless acts of valor he had done, though I suppose I would have called it insanity had I not known that other Aedra had assisted him. However, I was still proud of him.

"So you two managed to rally a broken force that not even Rikke could inspire and made them win. Ruigus, it seems that the Divines truly have spoken to you. I am impressed, but not surprised." Tullius greeted, looking at the now battle hardened and weary boy.

"Yes they have Uncle, I was told to win the war and the battle for the Empire and it's people." Ruigus said with no wavering in his voice.

"Amazing, I never would have thought that. In just two days you have managed to surpass your father, he would be proud of you." Congratulated Tullius, who had meant his word as far I knew. Ruigus looked downwards in thought.

"And you Alavia, I have heard from the Soldiers and guards how you managed to save so many of their lives and cut down so many of the upstarts while doing so. You kept your fellow soldiers safe, and that is part of being a true Legionnaire. The same goes for you Ruigus." He said, almost ecstatic.

"Without you two this city would have fallen to the rebels and we would have soon lost the war. But you managed to help Rikke and a far more inferior force defeat them. Only the highest honors I could give you are in order. Alavia, you will be a Tribune. And Ruigus will be the Champion attached to your company of men if you choose so to lead them yet again." I would now be able to lead mortal soldiers as an Imperial officer? The thought both amazed me and made me giddy with excitement. And Ruigus would still be a lower rank than me…..

I like the thought of him serving under me and doing what ever I wanted him to do. And the thought of him being pinned by me as I took his….No! No! What am I thinking!? I cannot do that….But I can, and am more than capable of so. And he is to be my only one…..

"Sir! Those shit for brains Stormcloak bumble fucks are all gone, we are going to get a count of all of our poor dead bastards along with their poor dead bastards." A Legate had come up breaking my thoughts once more. He seemed to be quite the fiery one considering his lack of more civilized words.

The General merely looked at all of the men returning from the fields that had gone red with blood in puddles around the area as the bodies were still lying around. It was a perfect sight to see the amount of dead enemies before my eyes.

"Legates Cassius, Rikke. Get your men ready. The Jarl will be pleased to see us return victorious with a parade thrown for us." He turned to me and the Dovahkiin.

"You two will be in the front. Everybody has been calling you two 'The Saints of Whiterun' for a reason, they will want to see you first for you are the one's that saved their city. You could not have done any better." He said plainly.

I could hear the happy laughter belonging to the survivors of the garrison behind us.

"Get on a horse 'Saint'!" Rikke exclaimed as she brought one of the four legged passive beasts up, I hopped on. I noticed that all of the Imperial soldiers that remained in the battle were behind us. I now noticed that the sun was shining just like it had on Ruigus, now upon the whole land around us albeit slightly darker.

"Ready when you are." Tullius said, taking position with the Legates behind us.

Ruigus looked at me, his brown eyes locked onto mine as he had that submissive look on his eyes as usual. I felt a warmth through my body as I nodded and began moving.

Was mother right after all?

Our horses stepped through the gates where just a day before had been attacked relentlessly by beasts and Stormcloaks. Our horses continued to walk onwards and into the gates where the citizens now began to greet us.

Flowers came from the highest buildings as the streets were full of people cheering for our names.

"Alavia the Maid and Saint of Whiterun! Ruigus the Dragonborn Saint of Whiterun! Hooray!" Were among some of the things they said as we walked through.

Once they had been crying in sadness and despair, now they cried in joyfulness and hope, any sign that they had ever been ruined in heart and spirit was gone. Children ran around us as we continued onwards, I saw Ruigus handing sweetrolls to them as they went along happily and gave them to their family members and friends.

Some of the mortals even had flags of the Empire that they were waving around while more of those beautiful flowers glided down upon our parade through the city. Despite some of the ruins and signs of destruction these people now dedicated their time to us for saving their lives.

Is this what Ruigus was always talking about, his idea about hope?

To see people such as these smiling in happiness and cheerfulness while their saviors returned home alive and some dead giving up their lives for them? The hope that which caused a severely outnumbered and under-powered force to win against insane odds?

Is all of this that I saw today that thing you wanted and talked about?

My gaze turned to him as if I were to somehow talk to him without saying a single word, he turned to me with the greatest and most damnably infectious smile on his face. His eyes were closed as he now said something.

"This is the greatest day in my life and it couldn't have been done without you!" He said to me happily. My cheeks became red as I locked onto him. His smile was the most perfect thing I could have ever seen in my life. It expressed his entire soul and all of the good things in it that may have been weak but I could care less about that.

I love him. And he will be mine and we are the only ones fit for the other. Oh how I wanted to take him away from all of these mortals! But I would have to wait…..Until tonight.

I wrestled control of myself as I beat away the blush as our route ended at the center of the city. The people were still cheering us on and dancing even. Never in my life had I ever seen anything like this before.

I had ruled by bringing terror upon my subjects and allies not even once being kind other than to my advisers, my only friends. And one had betrayed me. Though ever since I have been with Ruigus I now feel regrets on what I had done back then. And I do not wish to ever forgive Paarthunax but I no longer feel any malevolence towards him.

The Jarl of Whiterun now spoke to us. He had walked up to us personally with his housecarl still at his side.

"Ruigus, and Alavia. You two have preformed better than any man I have ever seen in my life. I am sure that both the General and his men can agree with that. You two truly are the Saints of Whiterun and it is now your home too if you ever wish to live here, but on behalf of all the people of Whiterun and the Empire I thank you and the rest of the garrison. If it were not for all of you I probably would be in chains or beheaded by now. Thank you." The Jarl said sentimentally and kindly.

"I can give you anything there is in the city that you want, tell me what is it?" He asked.

"Actually can you send a messenger to the Count of Kvatch? I would like to send the city 2,000 gold coins from myself." The Jarl looked at him as he gave the money already in a pouch.

"I will. You come from Kvatch eh? The Hero of Kvatch both saved that city and was born there you know. Perhaps one day you will surpass him." The Hero of Kvatch? An interesting character as far as I heard.

He bowed on his horse.

"Thank you, my Jarl!" He said with a sense of happiness.

"Well then, it is time for a celebration is it not? For these heroes and your men?" The leader of Whiterun said to the General.

"I am not one for celebrations, but these men have more than done their part today. Go ahead Jarl, we will pay for any expenses." The General looked blankly yet I could tell there was some happiness in the old man's tone.

"I can do that as a thank you to the Empire general." The Jarl said while fetching his Steward. The General gave a small grin.

"Very well then." Turning around he gave the order for all to be at ease and rest in the city as it was now time to celebrate the brilliant victory at Whiterun.

People swarmed the soldiers hugging them, giving them flowers and so far as even kissing the men on the cheeks and hugging them in thankfulness. More came to us, mostly around Rikke, our five friends and us.

They still cheered us on as Saints. One person offered them their entire amount of savings but Ruigus declined it and I did the same. I had no need for such things...Though something such as Gold and jewels were perfect things to have.

Other than a mate that is. Not long while after I took him away from the crowding townspeople and got his horse and lance hitched onto his house we saw Hadvar and his band.

"Too much celebration eh?" Hans said with a chuckle.

"That much is true friend!" Ruigus said. I saw Hadvar smirk.

"Ha! You're still alive?" He said pointing at us, all of us laughed with little reason to.
"It is impossible for me or him to. We are Saints after all." I said confidently. The fellow soldier kept the smirk.

"Can't argue with that, hey now. Who do you think killed more Rebels? Any of you or me?" I laughed at the question.

"I counted my kills to be 1,008 and I know none of you save for Ruigus got that many." Marcus snickered.

"Well I did not have any of your magic and I got around 300 I know that for sure." The old Halberdier gave a disappointing look.

"Only young fools boast about their kills." He said simply, I growled a bit.

"I have to agree brother, all of this business of killing is horrible." Aethan said, an odd if not sad look on his face.

"I feel the same way, yet I think it had to be done so that we can all live. I do not know what they would have done to the people of this city but I know they would not be smiling as they are now." Ruigus said, looking off into the distance.

"I don't know about you but the battle seems to have made everything…...Bigger. And colors seem brighter, it is strange." Hadvar said in contemplation.

"I think I know what you mean, I do feel a bit strange." My soon to be mate said to the friendly Imperial.

"I feel fine." Marcus said. Hans just looked at the streets around us, people still yet celebrating.

"I think you are all just feeling some adrenaline going away, I think I read that in a book somewhere." Aethan said which provoked Marcus to look at him disbelievingly.

"You read books?" The hot-headed mortal from Cyrodil said.

"Yes. Before I was assigned to Helgen that was." I find it almost comedic how everyone that survived Helgen is right here in this city.

"You will all get used to it." I said to them. I never felt such a thing myself for I was immune to common fears that struck mortals, but I had some blunders when I had first started my conquest of Keizaal.

"She is right, I had to back in the Great War myself when I were younger. Should be gone after your fourth major battle or so." Hans said, his halberd splayed across his lap as he cleaned it.

"Yeah yeah, enough of this war talk for now though. Hey I heard this city has a great tavern. I want to see how good the drinks are!" Marcus said quickly and excitedly. Aethan nodded.

"It could relax the pressure I suppose brother. Still this was a great victory and one to be in the books." Aethan said philosophically.

"Ha! I could use one, it has been too long." The old man got up with his long weapon.

"Coming!" Hadvar excitedly said. I now looked at Ruigus trying to tell him with my eyes that he should go home so that I could put my will onto him.

"I guess I could go with you guys." Ruigus said much to my annoyance as I would have to wait. But I am patient.

"Alavia, do you want to go?" He asked me. I smiled at him as he became mesmerized once more by it.

"Of course." I said to him while getting up myself. I almost have forgotten my new rank already, I could do almost anything I wanted come to think of it. Though I wondered why Ruigus was still a lower rank than me, it is because he was the sort of man to fight with his fellow mortals and not leave them behind? Did Tullius see that in him?

Walking inside we could already see a bunch of men and women drinking their day away. We found a table perfect for all of us as Hans personally got us a round of their alcohol.

Hadvar took one and stood up from his seat.

"All right boys! Let us drink to our friends, the Saints of Whiterun who heroically save the lives of their comrades and beat back the enemies of the Empire! To the Saints of Whiterun!" Everyone who had a drink took one quick shot of theirs. I decided I would try it.

It tasted decently and left a bit of a burn in my stomach but I decided not to drink anymore, I still wanted to have the boy for myself. And I will!

"To them!" Yelled a guard as he took a shot. A bard was playing music in the background, no singing but just playing of their rather elegant instruments. Mortal humans have indeed come far, but I would make them and my fellow Dov come farther.

"If it had not been for you two, we would be left in the dirt. You both deserve this title." Hadvar said kindly.

"And some gold too, take them!" He said as he passed some out along with the others. It was not much but it was something.

"Ha, I think we will fight together for the rest of this rebellion, through it's tests and all that." Marcus said as he took another drink.

"And here is to our dead friends and brothers, to them!" A rather sad sentiment as Ruigus started to look like as if he were to pass out from the drinks.

"Oh no. I knew I should not have taken those drinks. I really should have waited off until I became 28." Ruigus said slowly. I giggled sympathetically at his misfortune while the others laughed goodhearted.

"Haha, going to pass out already boy?" Hans said with a smile.

"I thinks so Hansy." His speech slurred.

"Already drunk?" Aethan inquisitively said.

"I iz drunk." Ruigus said with a hiccup, moving in his chair a bit.

"By the Divines! What did you grab Hans?" Aethan asked.

"I don't know, I think it was just the regular one they serve. He must not really be one to drink ever in his life." The hardened old man said.

"You know, me mum told me to'z nevar drink you'z knowz?" I would be sure to never let him around any more of this 'Mead' again.

"Looks like we need to get him home." Said Hadvar worryingly. I had a chance now!

"I can do it." I said to them.
"Ha fitting, one Saint takes the other one away." I had picked up Ruigus and had him slung across my back, I would not give him the torture he would receive from his friends if they were to see my preffered way of carrying him, yet.

"Good night." I said to them as they waved. And gave the same responses happily.

I switched the way I was carrying him as I now realized he had fallen quickly asleep ever since I picked him up. He slept so peacefully it made me want to hold him even more.

Opening the door into his house I now felt excitement, I made it up the stairs while still carrying his passed out form and placed him on the bed.

Locking the door to the house after a bit of fumbling I now stripped off the armor and transformed to my much more comfortable form. I could certainly feel a great change inside me and it was not only due to the form, it was due to how much I wanted to take him.

Climbing into his bed and placing myself behind him, yet still over him as always I would now await for tomorrow. I made sure to strip him down to his regular clothes as well. I smiled as I thought about what I would do with him.

Tomorrow would be the day the Dovahkiin would learn that he would never be able to resist or escape from me. And he would accept my feelings for him, as well as my body whether he wanted it or not.

I await the next day eagerly. Thank you, mother.


You know, I think I will have it said that the thing Ruigus will most likely ever die to is death by Snu-snu, just not in the usual meaning. Because, well you know.

Lemon confirmed for next chapter, I didn't want to make this story M-Rated just because of Cassius XD

But anyways a few things before I get to responses.

I may not be able to post another chapter for a few weeks, or a couple months at worst because my house is getting redone by the city that I live in because they are some really kind people so that will happen but I may be able to have late night writings to finish a chapter.

A song to play during the parade scene? Look up "Bladestorm Hope for Joan of Arc." Funnily enough she was the inspiration for this chapter.

A 17 year old French peasant girl who belived that God had once spoken to her one day while she was in Church to save France from the English in the Hundred years war (Lasted from 1337-1453, 116 years.) She managed to convince the Dauphin of France to send soldiers with her that she would lead herself in order to free a city near Paris called "Orleans" which in this case is Whiterun except a bit different as you see. She lead a zealous assault against the English forces to break off their siege of the town that only had a small garrison of soldiers and militia and she managed to win it, forcing them to retreat. She became known as the "Maid of Orleans" for this feat and around 500 years later after her death, she was known as a Christian Saint.
I just pray I have done this chapter some justice in this comparison.

To Baconlord53: I will mention how many died in the next chapter :D But I plan on making bigger battles I will say that.

To NuggetMuncher: Ah cheers! Though I have to balance out things sometime you know?

To Frostwolf: Next chapter™, for sure! And more but not a crazy amount, maybe.

To Heartofadragon: It certainly is quite the idea! I will definitely use this at some point, but for now this is a test of the Empire's might against it's own problems.

To Guest: To Alduin he always will be, to others? Not for long.

To Jason: Thanks, I admittedly have always disliked it whenever godlike figures always choose to not really examine their enemy or rival before continuing on with any action or something like that.

To: Chicwowwow: Thank you as well, though it seems my haste has decided to come back and get it's revenge on me by delaying my writing like this. I will do what I can that is for sure.