Eron looked around and saw that they were stood in the centre of the Windhelm Arena. People around were gasping and watching the warriors with intensity and anxiety.

Next to him stood his son Lydon and the Psijic mage, whilst Miraak stood a few metres away. Miraak's blue-purple robes were ripped and battle worn, much like the rest of them after facing Malkoran's forces. He didn't wear his mask, not after he'd broken it back in Apocrypha, and so his short blonde hair and ice-blue eyes were clear enough.

Miraak turned around, the light of his dragon aspect power surrounding his body like fire.

He faced Eron who was dressed in his usual studded armor and iron gauntlets and boots, but his helmet had been broken off. His long brown hair blew in the wind. Next to him stood his son Lydon who had his mother's black hair and beside him was the Psijic monk.

Miraak however faced directly towards Eron, and he raised his arm and pointed at him.

"It's time, Dovahkiin," said Miraak.

Eron was at first confused, until Miraak opened his palm and Eron immediately realised.

"Miraak, no!" he cried.

In his eyes, Eron saw the look he hadn't seen since Apocrypha: evil. Miraak laughed, unmoving.

Eron barely brought his arms up in time to block the super fire storm that Miraak shot from his palm.

"No, no!" cried Eron as he struggled against the strength of the magical attack.

It was so incredibly strong that the force of it pushed him back across the arena ground. Whatever had happened, Miraak had become substantially more powerful.

Everyone else looked on in horror, unable to believe that Miraak was attacking Eron like this.

Miraak screamed, the power of his attack now so incredibly strong that Eron couldn't hold it back and he jumped out of the way. The super firestorm flew past them and destroyed the walls of the arena, killing the people in the crowd and blowing into Windhelm, destroying some of the buildings. Chunks of stone debris fell from the wall and the buildings, and smoke engulfed the area.

People looked in horror at the sight before them. In the crowd, Lydia and Serana were stood next to each other and looked down into the arena.

Tears filled Serana's eyes as she looked at Miraak, "no... how could he..."

Miraak didn't look at the area he'd just destroyed; his eyes remained on Eron.

Serana couldn't believe what he had done... what her husband had done...

"This is too awful... there must be some mistake..."

Lydia was right next to her and looked down in horror and confusion. She saw that Eron and their son Lydon were still nearby, unharmed.

People were now running from the arena in panic and the guards were too frozen in their own fear to stop them.

Eron got to his feet and looked at the gaping hole in the stadium wall, and the blood and bodies that littered it. Then he turned around anrgily to face Miraak.

"Shame on you," he began, "the Miraak I know would never have done this!"

Miraak smiled, "shall we commence?"

"This isn't the time Miraak," said Eron angrily.

"You'll fight with me, Dovahkiin," snarled Miraak, "unless of course you'd like more bodies to pile up on your conscience."

Eron's eyes widened as he noticed the "M" on Miraak's forehead, the signiature of Malkoran's control.

"Miraak, certainly you didn't."

Miraak laughed. It was an evil laugh, one Eron hadn't heard since the summit of Apocrypha. It confirmed Eron's fears.

"How sad, I didn't think you were weak enough to be controlled Miraak."

Lydon gasped and turned to his father, "dad, don't."

Eron waited for a response, but Miraak continued smiling, until Eron lost patience.

"Answer me! Miraak! Do you let yourself be a slave?!"

Miraak then slowly raised his right arm and opened his palm, pointing it straight at the audience. Eron's tongue caught in his throat; he wouldn't! Then Miraak shot a lightning storm stronger than any Eron had seen at the audience, and it exploded, killing over a hundred people.

Eron, Lydon and the Psijic monk looked in horror. People screamed and began running, and the guards were poised, unable to move; fear of Miraak had overtaken them. Smoke blew from the exploded area that was now littered in stone and rubble.

Lydia and Serana were close by and had survived the explosion, barely.

Eron looked angrily from the dead crowd to Miraak, who began laughing.

Lydon came forward and stood between Miraak and his father.

"Stop it, you don't know what you're doing!" reasoned Lydon.

Miraak looked angrily at the boy.

"Stand aside!" he cried and with a wave of his arm, a magical force pushed Lydon onto his back, out of the way of Eron.

"This does not concern you," snarled Miraak, "this is between me and your court jester of a father!"

"Court jester? Well that's a new one," said Eron.

Miraak laughed again as Eron raised his fists and spoke in a furious firm voice, "MUL QAH DIIV."

Suddenly Eron's body became enveloped in dragon soul energy.

Then the Psijic monk came between them, "no Eron you mustn't! If you fight Miraak here, you will be doing exatly as Malkoran wishes! The magic from every blow Miraak lands will be sent back to the temple, and Baen will be revived!"

Eron's eyes fixated on Miraak; as in Apocrypha, the two were against each other.

"Tell me something Miraak. With that symbol on your head I know that Malkoran's been giving you orders. Is this one of them?! Are you trying to fight me because of him? Or is this just the same old story between you and me since Apocrypha? Which one?!"

Miraak didn't answer, he continued to smirk.

"Does it really matter?!" asked Lydon.

Finally Miraak spoke, "not to you, Lydon, but to a warrior it matters greatly. And you know this as well as I do Dovahkiin, that in a day you'll be back to Sovngarde, and I will NOT miss this opportunity!"

The psijic looked between them, "who are you people? Don't you see that Nirn matters more than your meaningless squabble?!"

Miraak growled, "meaningless huh?!"

The psijic felt fear grip him and he gasped.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF MEANINGLESS?!" cried Miraak.

Sparks shot from Miraak's body and his Thu'um shook the ground of the arena around them, wobbling everyone except for Eron. Magic engulfed Miraak's body, growing in proportion to his anger.

"Spend most of your life ruled by another! Watch your world dwindle to dust! And then tell me what has more meaning than your own strength!"

Miraak looked at Eron directly.

"I have in me the blood of the first Dragonborn, he is nothing but a joke! Yet I've had to watch him surpass me in strength, my destiny thrown to the wayside!"

Miraak then looked at the ground in his sorrowful rage, "he-he's even saved my life as if I were a helpless child! He has stolen my honor!"

Miraak looked up at Eron, his eyes now filled with hatred and disdain, "and his debts must be paid!"

Lydon looked from Miraak to his father who was unmoving and looking straight at Miraak with a mighty calm rage. The eyes of the two Dragonborn were locked. Eron knew now, he had no choice but to fight Miraak.