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-Rosey

Chapter 4

Two weeks she had been gone and not a single word.

Vilkas sat on the porch at the back of Jorvaskrr looking at the two whelps training. Two weeks she had been gone for some business she said that was important. Vilkas smirked at the fact that she might not come back. That wouldn't be such a bad thing.

All she had caused in his eyes was trouble. Continuously flirting with his brother and making snarky comments at him. And the staring. He had caught her staring at him 20 times in a week. 'What was with that girl?' he questioned himself.

The sound of the doors opening made him look over his shoulder to see Lockan coming out in his worn wolf armour. He looked over at Vilkas and decided to sit down next to him.

"How have you been Vilkas?" He questioned him.

"Tired but nothing out of the ordinary." Vilkas stated blandly.

"Aye, same here. The beast blood has been keeping me awake too but has eased slightly knowing that I have my sister back again."

He didn't like the idea that Lockan had been eager to join The Circle in the companions but he did what he could to help out the place as much as possible and bring more coin into the hall plus helping with the new whelps. He had been amazed at how well he could control the beast blood that ran through his veins and almost envied for it.

"Aye." Vilkas looked back at the whelps training again. "Has your sister always been like that?"

Lockan looked over and Vilkas and shrugged. "Yes and no, she was a lot worse now than what she was when she was younger though. I thought you would have known that since you seemed to spend a lot of time with her when you were kids."

"Aye but that was my brother more than me, he just dragged me outside half of the time," Vilkas laughed. "I wasn't exactly best buds with her straight away. It wasn't till after we pushed Farkas into the water at Dragonreach that we got closer at friends but I can't say that we are best buds."

"I remember that, she balled her eyes out like a lost pup when our parents scolded her for it."

"Sounds about right," Vilkas grinned, "After your family left, I didn't really have much to do anymore and that was when I went back to training for most of the days."

"Aye I am sorry that we just left but father couldn't stand the cold weather," Lockan laughed. "Even though he is a Nord."

At the last comment, Vilkas burst into a genuine laugh that Lockan had hardly heard.

"Did my sister tell you where she had gone? Its been two weeks and she hasn't been back." Lockan mumbled. "That sister of mine has a bad habit of not telling anyone where she is going."

"Nay, she never told me where she said she was going. Just said on some business that she needed to take care of." Vilkas added.

The sound of metal hitting the stones made both Vilkas and Lockan turn to the Whelps to see that Ria was on the ground breathing heavily, while Njada had lowered her shied and sword.

"Come on Ria! If you stay there long enough, you won't have a head to keep with you!" a voice shouted from the Skyforge. Vilkas walked over to the end of the patio and saw Hana was perch on a rock, swinging her legs in the brisk breeze.

"And where the hell have you been?" Vilkas yelled at her. "Two weeks, you have been gone two weeks and don't tell anyone where you have been."

"I made it back in one piece didn't I?" She shrugged and jumped off the rock and hit ground, barely making a sound. She stalked over to Vilkas and gave him something wrapped in a linen clothe. "Think of it as a thank you for letting me read your books." She stated as she walked away and headed back inside grabbing a bread roll on the way.

Vilkas looked at what he had in his hand and removed the wrapping. Inside was a book, a book about Ysgramor. He looked up and saw Lockan smirking at him. "She will be nice as she can if she knows that will be in trouble." Lockan chuckled and turned on his heel and went inside.

'Damn that woman.' He thought.

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"DRAGON!" The guards ran from Dragonreach and down the stairs past Jorvaskrr. Hana had been outside practicing her Archery when she heard the commotion. She ran to the front to hear the guards shouting. Vilkas and Farkas had ran outside as well to see what was going on.

"Companions! Come quickly, there has been a dragon sighted at the western watch tower!" That's all that needed to be heard and Hana was off sprinting with the guards. Behind her, she could hear the sound of heavy armour and great swords clinking behind her. She wasn't surprised to see Vilkas and Farkas had caught up to her by the time they reached the gates. "You're not going anywhere with out one of us anymore lass." Farkas managed to tell her as they ran.

She rolled her eyes and kept running with the guards. They reached the watchtower to find it had been destroyed. "Spread out and find any survivors!" Irileth, the Jarls commander yelled. As she slowed to a walk, Hana armed herself with her axe and shield. She looked around and saw burnt bodies. The smell corroded her senses in her nose, making her almost gag. She saw a shadow thrown on the ground and spun around, watching the dragon descending down on them.

"Here is comes again!" One of the guards shouted, landing not far from Hana. One of the guards rushed forward to the beast only to find a new home in its jaws. He was thrashed around by the dragon like a rag doll then thrown into the side of the remaining watchtower, his body laid limp and never moved.

As the dragon flew up from the ground, dust surrounded the group of attackers. Hana pulled her bow from her back and knocked an arrow. She pulled back the worn string and fired only to miss the dragon. It was a failed attempt to shoot the dragon out of the sky. She saw Vilkas and Farkas keeping their eyes on the dragon the whole time.

As it landed again, a slight screeching sound came from the dragon. "Everyone. Find cover!" Hana screamed. She was too far from anything to block her from the fire that going to fry her body.

She heard Vilkas yell at her to get to cover but it was too late. The dragon threw its breath at her. When the flames disappeared, Hana looked at the ground. She had hidden behind her iron shield that was now slightly glowed red from the heat. She looked at the dragon and snarled.

"You bastard of a thing!" She screamed, "I had grown my hair for 15 bloody years not to be singed off by some low life dragon!"

She charged, bringing her axe down on its wing, causing it to cry out in pain. She ran back and left it for the guards attack. "Aim for the eyes!" She shouted. Vilkas and Farkas ran past her, yelling their battle cry and attacked the dragon. The dragon yelled in pain once more as two arrows pieced its eyes, rendering it blind. Hana charged in and slid underneath the dragon, cutting its throat with her dagger. Blood gushed everywhere as it flailed its head from side to side.

"Dovahkin!" It screamed as its last cry and fell limp beneath three fallen guards.

Hana looked around frantically, her hair sticking to her pace and her green ayes scanning the scene before her. Vilkas and Farkas stood next to her, sheathing their weapons on their backs.

She saw Vilkas glance her way, eyes wide. Blood clung to her face from the battle.

A rumbling came from behind them and she turned her attention to the dead beast. Its once glossy scales were now burning up and turning into ash. Bright wisps of light came forth from the corpse, making a beeline straight for Hana.

She stumbled back as the light wrapped around her nimble body. She gripped her chest and let out a scream. The pain from the wisps had taken her back by surprise and forced all the air out of her lungs. When the light faded, everyone was looking at her, eyes wide.

"Dragonborn!" One of the guards shouted.

'This can't be happening.' She looked around frantically hoping that this was just a dream. She looked over at Vilkas who was just as shocked as she was. The book that she had read from Vilkas's collection had said what the Dragonborn was and the legends. She didn't want this.

"No. I can't be!" she whimpered.

"Try to shout." One of the guards suggested.

Since she went to the crypt to grab the stone, she had encountered a weird wall that had ancient writing on it. She only had to read a few words and it had been travelling through her mind since.

She moved from where she was standing and faced the road. She breathed in shakily and looked down the road.

"FUS!" She shouted

What dirt that was on the road shifted into the air in a cloud. When the dust settled, Hana just stood there dumb founded.

"I can't believe it, you are Dragonborn." The guards murmured to each other.

"I don't know much of this Dragonborn business but it doesn't concern me. Hana head back to the city and tell the Jarl what happened.

She nodded and turned around quickly and headed back to Whiterun, not caring if Vilkas or Farkas followed. She set per pace, shaking with every step. She heard Farkas come up beside her with heavy steps.

"Hana, I can't believe it. You're really Dragonborn! Can you shout again?" Farkas questioned.

Hana only turned around, her eyes glassy from built up tears. She kept walking but only to make it a few steps before braking. She stopped dead in her tracks and sat on a fallen tree, tear streaming down her face with silent sobs.

"By the nine, Farkas! Couldn't you see she was upset! Watch what you or be observant for once." Vilkas growled at his brother.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking." Farkas mumbled and sat down next to Hana. "Come here." He pulled her into a tight hug letting her tears fall. As much as Vilkas wanted nothing to do with her, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the lass.

"I don't want this." She whimpered into Farkas's chest. Vilkas sat down next to her patted her shoulder. "I know lass, but we can't help this, you will have to fight the divines for this one." He stated trying to comfort her. She had stopped sobbing and lifting her head to face Vilkas.

"Aye, I guess I'm going to have to beat their arse this time," she tried to joke, earning a slight grin on Vilkas's face.

She slowly stood and wiped her glassy eyes and looked back at the watch tower. She could see the guards attempting to move the dragons body off the road and towards the plain. She only laughed slightly at the scene and turned back to the Nordic twins. "We best head back to Jorvaskrr and tell Kodlak what happened." Vilkas instructed wrapping an arm around Hana's shoulder. She looked at him with her cloudy green eyes and nodded.

They walked together until the gates of the city. Just as they entered, there was a defining roar across the sky.

"DOVAHKINN!" rang out across the plains, probably heard all over Skyrim. Vilkas turned to Hana, who went stiff under his arm. She moved his arm and walked faster towards Jorvaskrr, increasing in every step. Vilkas sighed and looked at his brother. "This isn't going to end well when she heads inside. And you, no more stupid questions until she has settled down from the whole mess."

Farkas looked down at his brother and nodded. "Was that the Greybeards summoning her?"

"Aye it was." Vilkas frowned and walked on after Hana, worried she would snap again. He had heard stories from the people around the city about the Greybeards and has read books about them, but never thought much of them. The ancient monks that live on top of the tallest mountain in all of Skyrim. They studied the ancient way of the voice and never left the mountain. Living in seclusion. If only Vilkas had that privacy.

He walked up the stairs to Jorvaskrr and opened the wooden door with it creaking slightly, holding it open for his brother to walk through. After closing the door, he looked around the mead hall and only saw Hana, sitting down near the fire pit, glancing at the dancing flames.

He looked at her figure. She had stripped herself of her iron armour and was replaced with a loose tunic and leather pants. Her hair singed at the ends from fighting the dragon from before and blood still caked her face. She looked somewhat relaxed while sitting by the dancing fire, even in state she was in.

He went down to his room and changed out of his armour. The only people that were in Jorvaskrr were sound asleep, knowing training was in the morning. He changed into a tunic and pants and headed back up to hall to see Hana. He passed Farkas on the way up and only nodded at his brother before he disappeared underneath the mead hall.

Hana was still sitting in front of the fire still when he reached the top of the stairs. Vilkas contemplated if he should bother he or not but he may as well try. He always managed to calm her down when they were kids and never understood why. If she was upset, he was always the one to calm her down or make her smile again. He had to admit, she had a beautiful smile that she had kept since she was young.

He walked over to her and sat down next to her shaking body. They sat there in silence for a while before she looked over at him. He had removed all his war paint around his eyes and made him look younger. Sure he was only 3 years older than her, he looked older when he had his black war paint covering his eyes. She had never seen him so relaxed in the time that she had been at Jorvaskrr.

"Can I ask, what was it like. Absorbing the dragons soul?" Vilkas questions, "you don't have to answer if you're not up to it."

She looked at him again and noticed he wasn't wearing his usual scowl on his face. "Aye I'm fine with answering. It's hard to explain. It was like another form making its way into my soul, it didn't hurt that much but made me lose my breath from the force of impact." She sighed, "I just didn't think it was possible. My parents always told me stories but I never believed them."

She had been running her hands through her wavy hair and yanks at the parts on singed hair. "Looks like I'm due for another haircut." She mused and was about to get up when Vilkas grabbed her arm.

"Here, let me do it." He offered. She looked at him hesitantly and slowly nodded. Vilkas jumped up and grabbed the iron dagger that he used to cut his hair and a worn brush. He walked back over and started brushing her hair. Her hair fell in small chocolate waves around her shoulder. She heard her humming a song while he brushed her long hair. He grabbed out his dagger and started to lightly cute her singed brown hair. As the hair fell to the ground, he looked over her shoulder and saw that she had been drawing the whole time while he had been doing her hair. He couldn't see the picture so he went back to doing her hair.

He pulled her hair back from her shoulders and tied it back into a braid. Her hair was shorter than before but not by much. She sighed and closed her book and looked up at Vilkas.

"Since when did you know how to braid?" She asked him.

"I kind of had to from a young age. Aela always complained that she couldn't braid her own hair so she always had me do it for her." He laughed and sat back down next to Hana.

"Don't be afraid of what you are Hana. It's a great honour that you have been chosen. Just think, your brother would be jealous," he joked.

"Aye that is true, but he fits the criteria much better than me, not a small scrawny Nord that can only wield an axe and shield." She yawned and looked back at the fire. She sighed and leaned her head of Vilkas's shoulder. He took in her scent as she rested her head on his shoulder. She smelt of lily and snowberries as her braid fell onto his shoulder and ran down his chest. It nearly intoxicating. Her breathing evened and Vilkas looked at her face. Her green eyes replaced by her pale eyelids.

He scooped Hana up from the floor, her head resting on his chest. He was about to walk over to the whelps room when he realised that may not be the best of ideas. He walked back over to his room and placed her down on his bed. Instantly she went from clutching Vilkas to clutching his pillow and sighing in her sleep.

In the state that she was in, he couldn't help but notice how peaceful she had looked while asleep. Her face glowed from the candlelight in his room. Her toned body hugged by her tunic and her hair starting to fall out of the braid that Vilkas had managed.

In all honesty, she looked beautiful but Vilkas only scowled at himself for wanted to lay next to her. He exited his room and walked over to his brother's room who had obviously been having a drink from the night's fiasco.

He sat in a seat next to Farkas at his bar in the room. He opened a new bottle of mead, poured the sweet mixture down his throat and sighed.

"Mind if I crash in here?" Vilkas asked his brother.

"Sure why not, be like old times." Farkas yawned but then looked over at Vilkas with a dark eyebrow raised. "Why exactly do you need to sleep in my room?"

"Due to the fact that Hana is asleep in my room maybe." Vilkas made sure not to look at Farkas who had a smirk spreading across his face.

"Ah I see. Didn't want her to wake up with questions thrown at her. Aw is Hana growing on you Vilkas?"

Vilkas blushed slightly and scowled at his brother. "I'm only doing the right thing and I don't particularly want to be in the same room as her. I don't like having to put up with her attitude."

Vilkas stood up and headed to the bedroll he had brought in and laid down.

"Good night Farkas," he grumbled.

Farkas only laughed and went to his own bed. "Good night brother."