The next morning June and Vilkas parted ways with Farkas. Farkas had just reached Raven Rock and it was only late morning. He quickly bought some supplies in town and than made his way to the docks. He looked around for the same caption that brought them to Solstheim. Farkas saw the ship but did not see the caption. He walked over to the ship and grabbed one of the sailors attention. "Hey, where's your caption?" He asked. "He went for a supply run in town." The sailor answered him. "When will he be back?" Farkas asked. "I'm not sure, are you looking for passage to Skyrim?" The sailor dusted his hands off on his pants and stood up straight.
"Yea." Farkas nodded. "Sorry to disappoint you but the last thing I knew is that we weren't going to Skyrim for some time. I think the caption still has business here." The sailor crossed his arms. "Great..." Farkas sighed. He stood there rubbing the back of his neck trying to decide what he would do next. "Excuse me." An old woman approached Farkas. Farkas looked at her and examined her a bit. "I over heard that you need passage to Skyrim. Is that right?" She asked. "Yea it is." Farkas turned towards her. "I was just about to set sail to Skyrim. I can take you there if you like." She gave him a sweet smile. "That would be great." Farkas returned the smile.
He reached into his pocket taking out a coin purse. He tried handing it to her but she just put her hand on his wrist and gently pushed it away. "Don't worry about it dear." She smiled at him again. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes, I'm just happy to help." She turned around and began to walk away. "It's this way." She pointed a head of her.
Farkas followed her on the docks, her boat was at the very end. He examined it, it was a good sized boat. Plenty of room for at least four people. "Make sure you have everything you need." The woman began to speak. "There's a storm coming.." She spoke quietly. Farkas furrowed his eyebrows down at her and looked up at the sky. It was bright blue with no cloud in sight, he smelled the air and could only smell the ocean. There wasn't any signs of rain. "It doesn't look like it." He looked back at her.
"Oh, forgive me dear. I babble a lot, pay no mind to me." The old woman chuckled and started to prepare the ropes. Farkas just shrugged and stepped into the boat. He put his things in a safe and dry place. "Do you need any help?" He asked her. "No, I have it." She continued to work on the ropes. Farkas took a seat and watched her. There was something odd about this woman, she had a strange smell. Farkas furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her closer.
The woman finished preparing everything and soon after they were sailing off. Farkas watched the town Raven Rock as they got farther away from it. "I'm sorry, I just realized that I haven't introduced myself." The old woman turned around looking at Farkas. "My name is Iraka." She gave him smile. Farkas looked at her and returned the smile. "My name is Farkas." He replied.
All she did was nod, as if she already knew what his name was. Farkas furrowed his eyebrows as he examined her more. Her hair was as white as snow and was tied up into a bun. Something gold caught his eye, he looked down at her chest and saw that an amulet of Mara hung from her neck. 'Strange woman..' Farkas thought to himself as he looked away and out at the sea. He let out a small sigh knowing that it was going to take a while to get back. With everything he knew, it was hard not to be anxious to get there. He just prayed that everything stayed as it was when they left.
"You look troubled dear." Iraka broke Farkas out of his train of thought. He blinked and slowly looked back at her. "It's nothing." He quickly cleared his throat and looked down at the floor of the boat. The chilly wind hit his back and sent chills down his spine. "I may be old but I'm not stupid. I can tell that something is bothering you but if you wish to not speak of it than I will drop it." She gave him a smile and than started to shift the sail so that the boat stayed on course.
Farkas leaned forward and clenched his jaw. He started to rub his hands together as a wave of emotions hit him. He was worried, not only about Skyrim but worried about his brother and June. What if they needed him and leaving got them hurt because they were one man short? Farkas ran his fingers through his hair and let out a tired sigh.
He was tired of it all. Tired of so many things going wrong, it felt like the gods had turned their backs to them and they had no luck on their side. But he had to stay strong, giving up and wining about it didn't do anything good and only made things worse. Farkas leaned his back against the wall of the boat and shut his eyes. The sun felt good on his face and he felt like he needed a small nap.
June and Vilkas made it back to the Skaal village and were now in Scorn's house speaking to him. "You think the book is a connection to Miraak?" Scorn furrowed his eyebrows down at June. "It has to be." She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. "It's what took me to him, like it was some kind of portal." She slowly looked at it. The minute her eyes hit it she got chills sent down her spine. "Hmm..." Scorn rubbed his beard as he too stared at it. "You are aware that this book belongs to the Daedric Prince that Miraak followed right?" Scorn looked back at June.
June quickly looked at him a bit surprised but than once she thought about it she realized that it made sense. "Than that just proves that this book is the key to Miraak." June stood up straight and crossed her arms. "Yes, I agree with you." Scorn looked back down to the book. "Maybe where the book took you was a part of Oblivion that Hermaeus Mora rules. Perhaps that is were Miraak dwells." Scorn examined the book. "That just makes things worse.." June's stomach started to twist and turn.
It made sense to her though. She remembered what the area around her looked like when she was teleported to Miraak. It looked like something from a nightmare. If Miraak was a servant to Hermaeus Mora it made sense that he was there. Everything was finally starting to fall together, now June just needed to figure out how to get back to him. "Do you think this book could take me back?" June quickly asked. "I..I don't know.." Scorn furrowed his eyebrows down at her. "Do you really want to go back?" He asked. "No, but I don't have a choice. I can't just wait till Miraak returns. Who knows how powerful he will be than. If I am to get rid of him than this is the way how." June grabbed the book. "Now hold on a minute." Vilkas stepped forward.
"I don't think this safe." He looked at her concerned. "Nothing is safe anymore.." She frowned as she looked down at the book. Before anyone said anything else June quickly opened the book, she closed her eyes awaiting the disturbing tenticals from before but nothing happened. She opened her eyes and looked down at the book confused. "It seems to be only a one time thing." Scorn walked over to her and took the book examining it more.
June let out a sigh of disappointment, Vilkas looked relieved. When she opened up the book he thought he was going to have a heart attack. "How am I suppose to get there than.." June mumbled to herself. She crossed her arms and looked down at the floor. "This is not the only book..." Scorn slowly spoke. June quickly looked up at him. "What?" She furrowed her eyebrows down. "I know of more books like this one." Scorn placed the book back down on the table.
"Not long ago a Dark Elf wizard came to our village seeking knowledge of these books. He claimed that he was researching the power and history behind them. I told him little of the books, I feel that no one should have access to these books but I know that he was on the right path towards them. If you truly believe that these can help you stop Miraak than I strongly suggest that you go speak to him." Scorn stood up straight and placed his arms behind his back.
"Do you know where I can find him?" June asked. "He told me that I could find him Tel Mithryn if I were to change my mind, it's South from here. If I were to guess it's probaby a three day journey." Scorn explained. "I guess that's where we go next." June sighed. "Are you sure?" Vilkas furrowed his eyebrows down. "It's the only lead we have." June crossed her arms. Vilkas looked like he wanted to say something but he just frowned at her and turned around leaving the house. June watched him confused but just turned back to Scorn. "Can you mark it on my map?" She asked pulling it out of her satchel. "I can try. I've never been there before, I'll circle the area I believe it is in." Scorn grabbed his ink pen and circled June's map.
Vilkas stormed out of the house mumbling to himself, it annoyed him how June just did whatever without considering anyone else's feelings about it. He understood that this was different, he understood that a lot was at stake but if she just slowed down and talked to him about it first...He didn't really know what they would talk about. They knew what to do and than they had to do it. It was that simple though it did not feel that simple to Vilkas.
Vilkas sighed as he came to a stop at the edge of the path, he crossed his arms and looked out at the distance. The real problem he had with all of this is that there were a lot of unknowns. They knew more than they did when they started but they still didn't know enough...and that could get them killed..that could get June killed... Vilkas clenched his jaw at the very thought of it. Loosing her would destroy him.
Hearing approaching footsteps behind him snapped him out of it, he didn't need to turn around to know who it was. By the scent in the air he already knew it was June. "Why did you storm off?" She asked coming to a stop beside him. Vilkas clenched his jaw again and just kept looking out at the distance. He watched a few birds fly away. "Hello?" June quickly stepped in front of him making him look at her. "It doesn't matter." He quickly looked away. June crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him.
The look she was giving him only made him more annoyed. He sneered at her and turned his whole body away from her. "It doesn't matter." He said again with a more serious tone to his voice. "Fine than, if it doesn't matter than let's go." She quickly turned around and began to walk away. Vilkas snapped his head at her surprised and angry that she just completely brushed it away like that. It made him so angry that he almost didn't follow her but of course he did. Even though she was frustrating he still loved her and wouldn't let her face this alone. They walked in silence with tension growing between them. Vilkas let out a small sigh as he just wanted this all to end.
Days, no two weeks had gone by and there was still no word from General Tullius or Ulfric Stormcloak. Seradia rocked back and forth in her seat, she was nervous and scared. The feeling she had did not go away, and it was a bad feeling. She knew something bad was going to happen and it was killing her not being able to do anything about it. The Yarl had told her to calm down many times but each time he said it, it only made her fear grow. She was alone in this, and that is what scared her the most.
If..When the Thalmor attack a lot of people will die, she will most likely die..again! Seradia quickly got up from her seat and started to pace back and forth in her room. She had locked herself in her room so that she could be away from all the people, from all the scared soldiers. She wondered if Ulfric or Tullius will even come. Will they just let them die because they don't believe them or because Balgruuf had not claimed a side yet? Was the hatred between them so intense that they were willing to just let innocent's fall? Or maybe it was fear, fear of fighting against the Thalmor again. Fear of starting another war.
Seradia let out a deep sigh and stopped her pacing, she looked up at the ceiling and just stared at it. 'I don't know what to do..' She felt a lump rise in her throat along with her fear rising to her heart. Her heart ached and it thumped against her chest. She slowly turned her head and looked out the window, night was falling fast. The sky was cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain any minute now. For some reason the cloudy sky reminded her of when they were cornered on the cliff, when she...fell..
Everything felt similar, the feeling inside her was even the same. The sound of rushing footsteps in the hallway made her snap out of it. She jumped from all the yelling and than a loud horn echoed outside. Once Seradia heard that horn she froze, she knew what was about to happen. The horn kept repeating and each time it did the more it made Seradia's ears ring. 'It's happening..' She quickly ran to her window and opened it. She looked outside and saw a whole army of Thalmor marching for the city. The numbers were great, too great to count. 'War..' The sound of their marching feet echoed in Seradia's mind. It was as if it were a count down to the slaughter.
