Sundas, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Castras sighed with relief as he finally caught sight of Whiterun. He and Hadvar had made their way out of the keep and to the town of Riverwood where Hadvar's uncle, Alvor, had graciously lent them a hand and allowed them to rest and gather supplies. Hadvar had borrowed Alvor's only horse and rode off toward Solitude, while Castras strode toward the city of Whiterun, both of them intending to warn people and the Jarls -Castras thought 'Jarl' was a weird word and gave Alvor a weird look when he'd said it- about the dragon attack at Helgen.

If only Neloth could see me now... Then again, the old man would probably say something about my posture and make a scathing remark about the condition of my clothes.. Castras thought, looking down at himself. His robes were of the finest cloth and they were torn, stained, and bloodied in some places. He sighed once more, this time sadly, at the condition of his clothes. It was going to take more than a quarter of his coin to repair them, he'd only been given a thousand from his uncle and they were worth more than that but hopefully the tailor in Whiterun, if there was one, wouldn't know that.

As he walked toward the gates, his ears picked up the sound of metal hitting against what sounded like rock. Then came an earth rumbling thump against the ground and Castras saw something fly into the air. What the... Castras thought before the object came back down and landed on top of a house and fell to the ground. Investigating, Castras found the body of a guard. What could possibly do this?

He ran toward where he saw the guard fly up and saw a giant fighting against three warriors. A Nord man was wielding a greatsword, clad in steel armor; an Imperial woman was only in hide armor, bashing in the giant's knees with her shield; an archer was firing from somewhere, but from his position, Castras couldn't see who they were. Castras pulled out his Ebony sword and threw it at the giant, using a spell to guide it directly between the giant's eyes. The great figure fell to the ground, nearly smashing the Imperial woman as he fell. Castras called back his weapon, using the Telekinesis spell.

"You could make for a decent Shield-Brother, if I say so myself," A voice said from behind Castras. In an instant he'd spun around and had his sword under the throat of a Nord woman, her bow by her side, and a smirk on her face, half hidden by her long red hair. Castras was about to question her by what she meant when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his torso and lifted him up, pinning his arms to his sides. Well, that explains the smirk..

Turning his head slightly, Castras could see the steel-clad Nord who had been fighting the giant was the one picking him up. He squirmed in his grasp, managing to get a grasp on his armor and sent a volt of electricity through it. Smirking as the man dropped him, Castras thanked Azura that steel was such a great conductor of electricity.

His smirk soon faded when he stood up and came face-to-face with an arrow, the redhead grinning wolfishly at him from the other end.

"You're a feisty one, aren't ya? I like a man, or elf, whatever, who has a little fire in his blood. Makes for interesting character, although I do disapprove of the magic use," She said, still grinning.

"Oh yes, because the reason I wake up in the morning is to gain the approval of you Nords," Castras replied, regretting those words as soon as her foot came into contact with a certain spot between his legs, bringing him to his knees.

She leaned down, grabbing his chin with one hand and tilting his head up toward her face. Their noses were centimeters apart and she had a certain fire in her eyes that made Castras smirk. She wasn't offended by his remark, she just wanted to show that she was the alpha wolf. Castras broke free of her grip and stood, still smirking at the Nord.

"You know, if you weren't such an ass, I might find you to be good company, elf," She said, glaring at him.

"Well if you weren't such a barbarian, you might actually meet the nice me," Castras said, sneering at the woman. She unnerved him for some reason, he wasn't sure if he liked that.

After he finished his comment, her steel-clad friend finally recovered from the unexpected volt to his body and glared at Castras before muttering, "Damn mages.." and walking toward the city.

"Great, now you've upset Farkas," She said disapprovingly.

"He'll get over it, he just needs to hit something. That's what you Nords do, right?"

"Don't make me kick you again."

"Bah, I don't need this from you. I'm done with this conversation, Nord."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Castras turned on his heel and walked to Whiterun, feeling the redhead's glare on his back.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hello wonderful peoples! Sorry this took so long, I've been neglecting you good people :( But that shall end now! I'll try and post more chapters for this story. Oh, and one last thing, I did take down Jack Wolf and Gwynek. I just... Lost feeling with them; I lost my muse for them. If I do ever decide to keep writing them, I'll re-post them and you know, do my stuff, but until then, nope.