Cearbhail: I finally got this chapter posted. I love it.. I love it, love it. And I hope you all love it too. Ok, I'm sure you want to know what's going on first. Ok, Vatu is all blood-raging right now. Ok, so each time he goes cookoo for coco puffs...he visits one of his ansestors. This is one of his ansestors, a female slave by the name of Arabhi...from Morrowind. Yes, she's real, look her up.. Enjoy.

[Vatu…or Arabhi, hell they're the same right now..]

I didn't know what was happening to me. My name is Arabhi…I'm a slave. My master is Orvas Dren, a…well, he's as nice as you can think a slaver could be. I mean, he's allowed me and my sister, Ahzini to live in this plantation farm.

I still remember the day that I was abducted by Redguards. My sister and I were out playing in the fields; our parents resting in our house in Chorrol. I was told to never leave the safety of the wall. I should have listened, but my sister really wanted to see the forest. She'd never been outside the walls before, let alone in the woods, or the giant field of flowers blooming right outside the old Weynon Priory. I thought it would be nice to lie in the flowers for the last sunny warm day we'd have for the season. The next few months were supposed to be cold and bitter. I wasn't sure if I'd get another chance like this for a while.

While we were resting in the flowers, we heard someone approaching us. I looked up to see a robed man nod to us. "Welcome to the Weynon Priory, young misses." He said before continuing on.

I smiled. It had been a while since I'd even seen a monk. This priory was filled with them. They were so secretive but I loved coming here to see them. I don't think they noticed me sneaking around from time to time. They were no ordinary monks, of that I was sure. I would watch from the distance, at them carrying around their swords. I would watch as a monk would cross another monk and in that second that they crossed each other…their blades would sing out of their sheaths. Then, they would turn and begin slashing at each other with such fierce combat...their swords moving so fast…so poetically controlled, that you would think that the gods had blessed them with extra limbs. It made me want to learn how to fight, how to be poetically in control of such a limb.

Blood flew up in my face as my claw ripped through the stomach of one of the guards. I could taste iron in my mouth as I jumped on top of him, plunging my claws into his chest. The guard looked shocked for a second before screaming, "Rogue slave! Rogue Slave!"

I looked up to see several more guards running up to me. I rose up from the downed guard and looked over at Hides-His-Foot and Neetinei. Their eyes were glued to me, their eyes wide with both fear and awe. I looked down at my previously shackled claws. They were free…for the first time in six years, I was free. I looked up to see the guards racing towards me. I looked away from them to the Dunmer standing beside me.

"Why?" I asked.

The Dunmer smiled and drew a sword. "Because slavery is not correct." He stepped in front of me, slapping a key in my hands. "This is the key to your freedom. Take it…and do with it what you please." He started walking towards the guards. "I will buy you all the time you need."

I looked down at the key and then looked over at the three Argonians all still standing still. I charged over to them as fast as I could, my feet almost slipping in the loose mud as I pushed as hard as I could. The sound of magic roaring behind me caused me to jump forward, slipping in the mud as I did so. I found my face smashing into the mud, my body curling up as fire raced around my body. I rolled around as I covered my body in mud to protect me from the flames of the slavers now trying to kill me. I looked up to see the Dunmer gliding up to the slaver blasting fire at me. One whack of his sword and the hand of the slaver flew off into the night. Another whack and the head of the slaver rolled onto the floor. I looked up at my sister, seeing her still crying from the whipping that she just received not even moments ago…the second before the Dunmer came to save our lives.

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"You…little Khajiit…you can come out now." The gentle voice of one of the monks called to me from the priory's garden.

I had been watching him for a while. He spent his morning in the beautiful flowers, holding onto his brilliantly flashing sword. He sat there, eyes closed, butterflies dancing around his head…for a few hours. I sat and watched as he sat there…not moving. I didn't know what he was doing, but he looked so very relaxed. I wished to know more about these men: how they could achieve such states of relaxation and one second later become fierce warriors with swords so fast and accurate that you couldn't believe that they were real. I…I wanted to be one. But I was just a teenage Khajiit gardener. What could I possibly know? That and they didn't have any women in the priory.

So, I was shocked when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked right at me, even though I was hiding in the bushes. "You have no need to hide, little one. All are welcome at the Weynon Priory." He didn't move from his spot, but his eyes looked so peaceful and welcoming that I found myself standing up from my hiding place and slowly gliding up to him. He watched me with kind eyes as I approached. "What is your name?"

"I am not supposed to talk to strangers." I replied back, my voice a little weak and hollow. I didn't seem to have any strength against him. Why was I suddenly afraid? What did I have to fear from him? I don't know, but his glance was sending shivers down my back in ways I was not used to. Was it his intense presence; his calm yet strong demeanor? Or was it merely respect for what I knew about him and his fellow monks? I don't know.

The man smiled as he nodded. "A wise answer, little one. But…I don't think we are strangers. You have been watching us for seasons now from that bush. I can say that we are no strangers to you…nor are you a stranger to us. We've been watching you as you have been watching us. Why do you watch us?"

I found myself walking into the garden for the first time. My hands ran across the giant petals of the pink and yellow flowers. My nose twitched as the smells of the various roses growing around us. I felt like I was home. I found myself kneeling down in front of the monk. "I watch because…because…" I stopped to think about it. I watched them because well…they intrigued me. "I like watching you. You seem so…calm, perfect…and then you pull out that sword and then…I see even more perfection. I..I want to be like that."

The monk smiled as he stood up. "Perhaps when you're older we will teach you, but for now…enjoy being young." He smiled to me one last time before starting to walk away. "You are always welcome here, little one." I watched as he walked away. I found myself purring audibly as he did so. "Enjoy the garden to your heart's content. And if you ever want lessons of how to use a sword…we will always be here." He paused to look back at me one last time before opening the door to the priory. "And when the time is right and you wish to join…ask for Grand Master Shinji Gray-Mane. I will be waiting for you."

That was why I was coming to the garden that day with my sister. I wanted her to see the monks with the swords. We were lying in the field of flowers outside the priory when it happened. It started to rain. It was a few drops at first, but it started coming down quickly. One of the monks looked up at the sky and nodded to us. "You are welcome inside, if you wish to wait until the rain passes."

I looked up at the sky. There were a lot of rain clouds. Our Mother would be expecting us back at any moment if it started raining, so she'd get suspicious if we didn't show up in about five minutes. I reluctantly shook my head. "No, but thanks! We need to get home before Mom worries!" I grabbed Ahzini's hand and I started pulling her away with me.

Ahzini caught up with me easily, still holding onto my hand. "Why didn't we stay, Arabhi? We're going to be soaked by the time we get home!"

The rain was falling down heavier now and I could barely see where I was going. "Because Mother will wonder where we are when she can't find us in Chorrol. And I'm not having her ground us for your first outside visit."

I didn't notice the wire on the ground. I didn't notice the Redguards hiding behind the trees. My foot caught and I fell hard onto my face. I was still holding onto Ahzini's hand so I accidentally pulled her down with me. As fast as we hit the ground, the Redguards were already jumping out from behind the trees and racing over to us. I tried to get up but some giant man jumped on top of me and pushed me flat to the ground. "We've got two more, guys! That makes five." I looked up to see one of the Redguards smiling. "Orvas Dren will be so pleased to know that we got some Khajiits this time." He looked down at me and smiled. "He gets tired of having nothing but Argonians."

We were tossed into the back of a carriage: our arms tied up and our mouths gagged. I couldn't help but think that I should have stayed at the Priory. Mom would have understood if we were late. I struggled against my bind as I glanced around the carriage. Dunmer and Redguards laughed as they congratulated on capturing two new 'slaves'. Slaves? We were slaves? But…were we going to Morrowind then? Oh no…

I looked out the end of the carriage to see the Priory already behind us. I could see Grand Master Shinji sitting at his desk with a quill and paper. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. But I knew that if he saw me right now…that his peaceful face would turn to one of war. He'd charge out and free us and kill these slavers in matters of seconds. If only he knew! If only anyone knew!

I closed my eyes. Mother would be worried and…we'd never show up. She'd look for days and days, each day her heart growing ever more in pain and despair. Would I ever get to go home? I looked over at my slavers. I tried to break from my binds. I couldn't get anything to move. Ahzini was quietly crying to herself. There were three Argonian boys tied up as well. They looked more or less defiant of what was going on, but behind their tough exterior, I could see the broken exhaustion in their eyes. They were not the eyes of the monks I had grown to know and love. They were the eyes of weaklings.

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I pulled my face from the mud. The other slaves were so close and I had the key that would free us. I could not just wallow in the mud like a coward! I looked over at the Dunmer who was dancing around the guards and slavers, his sword arm dancing as viciously and beautifully as any of the monks I knew six years ago. I found my chest growing fuller with a fire that I had forgotten that I had. I charged over to Hides-His-Foot and readied the key in my hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flashy flying at me. I spun to look at it. It was a spear being launched by some random guard.

I tried to dodge it, tried to spin away from it. But years of being bound and dragged around made my own body slow and sluggish to respond. The spear landed in my shoulder and I felt something very sharp and dull ping in my body. I started to fall, but Hides-His-Foot reached down to catch me. He reached out and pulled out the spear with his bound hands. My vision started to blur. I was dying! I knew it. I…I had to at least make this death worthwhile. "Hides-His-Foot." I said.

He nodded to me. I didn't waste time with words. I took the key in my hands and pushed it into his locks. His cuffs snapped off and I smiled. "Free the slaves. Get my sister home…Chorrol."

He nodded and took the spear. He turned around and thrust at guard coming up on him with a sword. The guard didn't see it coming and it was impaled instantly. I found myself smiling as my vision darkened. This was it…the end.

Rise…Child of Alkosh.

A massive pulse of energy rushed through my body and I was suddenly opening my eyes. Everything looked hyper-focused. My palms itched for blood, my vision turning blood-red. I was up on my feet so fast that I didn't believe that it was me. Hides-His-Foot was busy undoing the bonds to the other slaves. He didn't notice the archers coming up behind him, their bows pulled back and ready to release. I looked over to the friendly Dunmer and saw that he was still busy with other guards. I had to do this. I looked down at the dead guard…and I noticed his sword. I moved so quickly: running across the dead guard's body, grabbing his sword, and charging behind Hides-His-Foot before the archers released their weapons.

I got there right as the arrows were fired. My sword hand seemed to know what to do, even though I couldn't track the arrows. My hand snapped out in several directions, dancing to its own flow. My moves seemed to mirror the moves I had seen from my times of watching the monks at the priory. Anyway, my hand started making the sword dance. The dance seemed to deflect the arrows away from my friends. In that second of utter confusion in what I had just done, the archers didn't load their next round. That was long enough for me to charge up to them at unmatchable speeds. They couldn't even track my movements. It was like I was flashing…flashing…what a good term for it.

I was suddenly in front of them and my sword arm already drawn across them. The archers looked stunned before one-by-one…looking down at their stomachs. There was a nice line of blood from one archer to the last. They all fell as one into the mud. I felt the sudden wave of energy disappear and the sword fell from my hands. I found myself releasing a breath I didn't know I had and I fell to my knees. Ahzini was there to catch me.

"Arabhi!" She screamed as she caught me. She hugged me close to her chest and started crying. "We're free! We can go home now!"

I could feel that hole in my shoulder again. My arm connected to that shoulder felt lifeless and cold. The rest of me was slowly catching up. My heart was slowing down and I felt my mind giving up. I was losing the ability to think. I was still dying.

I heard footsteps. It was the Dunmer coming to see me off. I didn't have to look to know that, I could tell by the very presence of his footsteps. I raised my head to see him walking over to me, a curved sword attached to his belt. He nodded to me and smiled. "My name is Lugart. I'm a Blade." He bent down to examine my shoulder. He reached into a belt pocket and pulled out a container. He opened it up and stuck his fingers in some green goo. "I work for someone who's been looking for you for a long time." He rubbed the goo in my shoulder. I pinched my eyes shut as he started fussing around with my tender wound. I clenched my one good arm as he began screwing around with my bleeding hole (no innuendo intended).

He finally pulled his fingers out and smiled. "That should seal up that bloody mess." He winked at me. "Grand Master Shinji Gray-Mane sends his deepest apologies for taking this long in finding you. It's time to come home." He nodded as he started helping me up to my feet.

I felt tears rushing to my eyes. I hugged Lugart close to me as I started crying. "Thank you! Thank you!" I cried into his chest. I knew Grand Master Shinji would find me! I just knew he'd find me! I looked over at my sister and smiled. "Sister…we're going home."

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I smiled as I stepped off the carriage for the last time. Chorrol. It was exactly the way I had left it. Still peaceful and dull. Outside the gate was all of Chorrol. They eagerly waited for the five of us to come out and greet our loved ones. In front of the crowd were my Mother and Father. They were both still very alive and very happy to see us. My sister was more than happy to charge into their hands. She was still just a teenager after all. But I was an adult now. That didn't stop me from charging into their arms as well. The only difference was that I wanted to go visit someone else first.

I scanned the rows of people to see him. And there he was…kneeling in a soft patch of grass surrounded by flowers. Shinji Gray-Mane. I walked up to him, slowly at first, but then almost turned into a sprint as I crashed into him, knocking him off his knees and onto his back. "Thank you!" I cried to him as I tackled him to the ground.

He only smiled and nodded. "Are you still interested in joining the Weynon Priory? After everything you went through…I can only imagine that you want to rest."

"Can I?" I asked.

He nodded. "The Weynon Priory is a small base of Blades…the Emperor's spies and bodyguards. The Dunmer that saved you was a Blade by the name of Lugart. If you wish to join the Priory, we will teach you to become the best agent of the Empire you can become so that you may go and bring freedom to those much like yourself…slaves."

The thought that I could go out and free all the slaves of Morrowind, it made my blood boil just thinking about it. "Where do I sign up?" I asked.

He glanced at me for a second before smiling. "Your eyes are turning red. You must be a Sengar then." He bowed to me. "It will be an honor to be your mentor."

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[Councilor Fiirnar]

"Initiate Order…66." I called into my crystal ball.

The reflective image of one of my Thalmor soldiers looked at his crystal ball for a second: his eyes wide with both fear and understanding. He finally nodded to me, saying, "It will be done, Councilor."

The image blinked away. I continued to sit alone in the now empty War Room. I rubbed my hand on the beautifully polished armrest made from solidified Hist sap. The Queen definitely knew good tastes when it came to thrones. I smiled as I reached up and touched the crown on top of my head. Yes…this was perfect. I was the King of Argonia now. That made the countries I ruled now…Summerset Isles, Valenwood, Elsweyr, and now…Argonia. Soon I would have Cyrodiil and then…who knows. I should finish taking over Tamriel before making a move on the Akaviri.

Order 66: it was an order confirming that I had officially taken over the War Room and killed all the world leaders. It was a general order to begin destroying the remains of the Imperial Army and all other formidable forces nearby. Of course, I could also continue to mask my voice and force all the Argonians to align themselves with the Aldmeri Dominion. Imagine…my own personal assassination army behind my every beck and call. I could use them to kill off all my enemies and allow my Thalmor agents to slip in with little to no bloodshed on their end. It was brilliant. I'm glad that little Argonian tramp gave me this idea. I was going to wait until the war was over to make a move. And even then it was going to be a risky one. This was had no risk behind it. If things went south…I could always teleport away.

That wasn't the only surprise I had. I was originally going to teleport away and activate the explosion ring inside the World Globe. It was an explosion major enough to level all of Lilmoth in the matter of seconds. No one would have survived it…not even the fabled Shadowmasters of the Argonian army. Since I no longer had to blow up the world leaders with my bomb, I could just level this gods-forsaken land when I leave for good. Once I'm sure the Argonians have nothing left to offer me.

I turned my attention to the globe and watched the waves of Aedra quickly vanish. That blood-rager was making quick work of the Aedra. And now he had help from some of the shadowblades. That girl had ignored my orders to kill him. And so did that one Shadowmaster: Julanza. I never liked him. I had to make sure that everyone knew that they had defied my orders and needed to pay.

I cleared my throat, summoning my altering voice. "Shadow Squad has defied the orders of the Warlord. All Shadowmasters…eliminate them. Kill the blood-rager as well. And kill anyone that tries to interfere."

"It will be done, Warlord." I heard from the soulless Shadowmaster. Ah…what was her name? Yuvenni? Yes, I do believe that was it. She was a husk, from what I heard. She couldn't break through my spell like the others might. Well, at least she was going to die if she interfered with the blood-rager. Well, her and any shadowscale that was dumb enough to fall for my voice. I bet they were fighting among themselves over whether or not the Warlord was really in charge anymore. I bet their ranks were falling apart. Sure, I know that someone was strong enough in Illusion to see through my voice. And I expected those people to voice their opinion. I expected fighting from within the ranks: voices of heresy and treason, of conspiracy. I expected blood to be shed from brother to sister over who was right. And I expected my agents to kill the Argonians while they fought amongst themselves.

I found a smile forming on my lips. Today was a glorious day. I rubbed my hand on the armrest again, looking down at it. Such a beautiful color…and it was stained with the Queen's purple blood. It smelled so sweet. I glanced down at the floor. Her lifeless eyes glared up at me. It made me sick to think that she might be judging me even from death. I flicked my fingers, filling her head with explosive Destruction magic. Once it built, I allowed it to pop. Her head exploded, getting rid of that infernal gaze once and for all.

I stood up and started pacing around the room. I might as well clean all this up. With a snap of my fingers, all the dead bodies lit on fire. I would stand here and wait until they were nothing but ashes. It was time for a new world…one born of the ashes of the fallen leaders of this world. It was the time of the Aldmeri Dominion. And we shall rise from their downfall.

Cearbhail: Just so you know... this story will be ending in a few chapters. Don't worry! It's ending because I'm starting Changing Fates early. The very first chapter is the continuation of this. I know, I know...It's amazing isn't it? I might wait a while to work on the Chronicles of Ruby and Maleek's journey to find Ruby first. It will be worth the wait, though...right?