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Chapter 11

Cirilonde had been staring out the window of the Arch Mage's Tower. Down below, she could see that Onmund, Brelyna and J'Zargo were helping Phinis and Arniel with making repairs to the bridge. She'd expected otherwise, but people actually seemed eager to help make repairs to the College and Winterhold. The High Elf looked down at Tolfdir, who'd joined her and looked up at her with a reassuring smile. "You shouldn't worry so much. I'm sure Ganir will be fine, child."

She'd initially found it confusing and strange when he referred to her as 'child' because she was older than he, but now she found it endearing. "I hope he'll be fine. I just really miss him. We've not been apart since we got here. But that's not the only reason of my concern. How have things been going with Winterhold?"

"As well as they can. Maybe the extra income will do both Winterhold and the College good. But what else troubles you?" Tolfdir followed her gesture for him to follow her to the Arch Mage's desk.

The desk he had recently been assigned had yet to be used by him. Not that they'd really had time for any of the College's main affairs yet. But the most pressing matter lay on top of it all; The Staff of Magnus. "I've done some thorough research on it and ran some tests…" The old Nord had to strain his ears to hear what Cirilonde said, but understood it was best not to assume that Ancano was asleep. "It is still very much functional and intact. This is not a problem, but I fear that if we do not make sure no one ever finds out about its existence, someone might come looking for it here and I had an idea."

"Is that why you needed Faralda earlier this week?" Tolfdir's eyes held a knowing glimmer.

"Yes. I hope you don't mind making decisions without your explicit consent, but we've all had a lot on our minds and next to Ancano, the Staff has been one of my main concerns. Faralda has carved out a free, separate path from the ice in the College's labyrinth where I should be able to hide and safeguard the Staff. That way, it's safe and secure and should be hard to detect or find for anyone but you, me or Ganir."

"Very well. And what do we tell Ancano?" Tolfdir asked.

"I'm not sure how much we should tell him. I'll figure it out. But surely even he realizes the importance of it"

"I shan't lie to you, dear, I had my doubts," Tolfdir admitted. "But after what he's been through and still is dealing with, I think he does."

"I can only hope." Cirilonde ran a hand through her white-golden hair.
Ancano had no idea what time it was when he woke. He tried to sit upright but his injured shoulder could not bear the weight yet and it gave. He managed to grab hold of the nightstand in time but he sent a variety of things flying in the process. He swore as the pain surged from his shoulder to his arm. The amalgamation of this resulted into what he had feared; the scars lit up and began to burn once more. He dug his nails into Cirilonde's wrist when she shot to his aid but he needed to hold on to something, anything to get himself through this excruciating, horrible pain. His other hand's nails even dug into the bed's woodwork and left their mark.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

"Spare me your disgusting pity." He wasn't just pissed that she tried to soothe him as though he were a child, he was also sick and tired of the pain. She began to incant and he felt how the ardent glow once more slowly seeped into his body and the pain ebbed away. He felt all tension leave his body and he was so thankful it was over…for now. "What….What did you do?"

She jerked her hand free from his grasp. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I was trying to help you." He felt a warm liquid drip down from his fingertips and into the palm of his own hand. He'd drawn blood from her. "And yes, that hurt." She angrily wrapped a clean rag around her arm. Healing him had cost her a lot of energy so this little injury of hers would have to wait for now. "Auri-El why must you make it so hard for me?"

He growled something under his breath, unsure how to feel about having hurt her. It was yet another thing he had to ponder but hadn't the chance to do so peacefully.

She too had muttered something under her breath and joined his side again. "Will you let me have a look at your shoulder before I wash your face or are you going to claw my eyes out?" She sighed when he looked even more annoyed with her and knew she hadn't been fair. "I'm sorry. It's been a long night. Let me have a look at you…"

She was gentle but he still tensed when her fingers traced the wound after removing the bandages. "It certainly helps I could heal the worst with magic. The poultice would've worked too, but it would've taken longer." She felt that he might find it pleasant if he knew what she'd all done as he'd been out cold through the worst of it. "The pain will be there for a while, so please try not to pressure it too much." Her hand gently held his cheek and it felt so nice when the cold cloth washed away the sweat and foul, magical residue the scars left after a flare up.

"Why am I blind, still and what is this…burning on my skin?" He finally asked.

"I sadly have no solid information or confirmation as to what it exactly is, save for the effects," she replied. "When Ganir broke your connection to the Eye-,"

"He stabbed me."

Judging by the silence, she had glared at him for interrupting her, but then carried on. "The moment you were severed from the Eye it seems to have left a sort…mark on you. I can only hope that this fades in time. There's magical scars all over your body and they seem to flare up when you strain yourself, or if I'm not careful with my magic."

"And the blindness?"

"I've looked at your eyes and I don't mean to scare you, but there's a haze over them. As if there's another pair of eyes over your own…But, likewise to your scars, I've yet to determine what and how." The tips of her long, white-golden locks of hair tickled his skin and he caught himself inhaling her scent. When he felt her brush his hair from his face, he shifted and turned his face away from her touch. She immediately withdrew her hand as she realized her error straight away. As a healer, such caring gestures came so naturally to her she had to remind herself who she was dealing with; a murderous, hateful Thalmor.

"Just…leave me be." He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd heard the rustle of her robes as she cleaned up whatever mess he'd made earlier and left him alone. Her scent lingered minutes after she'd left. He tried to ease his mind as weariness kicked in, but his sleep was restless. To his chagrin, he was woken but a few hours later when he heard people enter. Didn't people value his right and need for privacy or rest at all?!

"I finally got her to retreat for the night…or, well…It was bloody six in the morn when I found her asleep on my books!" Urag exclaimed. "I don't even know what's gotten into her to even…Yeah, yeah, I know, we've been over it."

"She believes it's the right thing to do and while everyone's opinion on the matter has been duly noted, she has also made her most valid arguments on the matter, which I recall we closed." Tolfdir said in a stern voice. "Now, unless you have something else…"

The Orc left and Ancano refrained from a snort. Typical. He sat up as quietly as possible to make sure the old Nord didn't hear him. He was in no mood to endure him. Should've known she couldn't live with blood on her hands.

Despite the annoying scribbling of Tolfdir's quill on parchment and the occasional humming, Ancano managed to clear his mind some as he listened to the Dwemer clockwork's tick and tock.

Cirilonde had told him everything but in spite of that, his mind struggled to form a clear picture of what had occurred from his point of view.

Only a few of his memories had become more clear and vivid over the course of the past few days. He stood alone before the Eye of Magnus not long after it had arrived…He was talking with a bright and white-blue, shining light in the Midden …Savos Aren tried to reach out to him, followed by the soul-tearing, pure anguish he felt surging through his body when the connection to the Eye was broken by that damn vampire, who had buried one of his daggers in his shoulder to achieve said result.

Subconsciously, he'd reached for the wound that was no longer there. That was what confused him the most. He was sure that the damn Dark Elf had been about to bury his other dagger into his chest, but suddenly, Cirilonde had stood between him and Ganir. The Dark Elf had been forced to throw his dagger and crash into the High Elf lest he kill her.

He was alive thanks to Cirilonde. He had yet to determine it was in spite of or thanks to the fact he was a Thalmor operative.

He would never admit it to anyone, but in all the years he had worked with magical trinkets and the sort, this had to be the first time he had been caught off guard. The Eye had not been an enchanted blade or another sort of inanimate object with a set cause or effect, but it had been intelligent…immensely intelligent and wicked.

Not a living soul would ever know that he had sought to control the Eye. But the Eye took control of him and it had cost the College dearly. Not that he cared for Mirabelle. The woman had been a rock joint infested thorn in his side that had thwarted and antagonized him at every, possible turn. Savos Aren, however, seemed a different matter. He hadn't exactly seen eye to eye with the old Dunmer, but the former Arch Mage had treated him with a certain degree of respect and had shown patience and tolerance. And he had been a lot more competent than Ancano had initially given him credit for…For a Dark Elf.

The more he pondered, the more he realized he was not just angry at himself, but he was angry with Cirilonde. Perhaps she did know what the consequences could be for him, but she'd had no right to make the choice for him. She had no idea what impact it made on him.
A simple reconnaissance and diplomatic mission had exploded into a disaster, where a powerful, ancient artefact had fallen into the hands of the Psijic and he had killed two people (though not entirely on his own volition) in the process. They saved me just so they could have me killed by my own peers to save their own hides…Well, speak of the Daedra.

"Ah, Cirilonde. I assume you had your proper rest?" Tolfdir looked up from his work.

"I have." Cirilonde no doubt gave Tolfdir a small bow. "Thank you, Arch Mage."

Auri-El preserve us with that bumbling, old fool. Ancano scowled. To think that he's the only one deemed suitable to succeed Aren.

"No need to be formal, child. I assume you came for him?" Tolfdir's voice bore no grudge or spite when he referred to the Thalmor. Or he hid it very well.

"I have," she replied. "I figured he would be hungry."

"That's all fine, dear. I'll leave you to it, then."

"Doing your good deed for the day?" He spat sarcastically as she laid the tray of food on his nightstand.

"No, I'm just fattening you up for when Ganir comes back," she shot back. "Unless you feel more inclined to starve."

"Depends on whether the food is poisoned or not. Given the remarks I so happened to have overheard while our Arch-Mage and your colleagues thought I slept…" He almost spilled the goblet of wine, but grabbed it in time. You did this on purpose, you little wretch. Making me fumble like a fool.

"Yes, because that makes perfect sense after I spent days and nights watching over you to make sure you hadn't bled to death or weren't torn to shreds by the Eye's mark." Her voice was cold and he didn't like how miserable it made him feel. "But you're welcome, Ancano."

She'd honestly intended to try and put in more effort to establish at least some sort of mutual understanding between them. But after that remark, she was happy to leave him fumbling with his food. Who does that ungrateful bastard think he is? She turned on her heel without saying another word and left the Arch Mage's Quarters.

"You had that one coming," Tolfdir said dryly. Had he been so strong, Ancano's hand would've crushed the goblet in his hand.

Granted he had no real awareness of the time's passing. If the pain didn't keep him from sleeping properly, he would listen in on the meaningless conversations Tolfdir would have with the instructors, brood, or argue with Cirilonde.
The latter certainly had not forgotten his remarks of the day before because she didn't say a word to him when she brought him his breakfast. This only fouled his mood in turn. Who did she think she was, chastising him like this as though he were a child?

Cirilonde had already headed down and found Faralda standing in the Entry Hall. She joined the other High Elf and the pair watched Onmund, Brelyna and J'Zargo playing a game of catch with a fireball in the Inner Courtyard.

"You've got to hand it to them, it is a pretty neat idea," Faralda said to Cirilonde without taking her eyes off the spectacle just in case something went wrong. "But the tensions with Winterhold are still too high and I'm conflicted whether to step in or not."

"Well, if they need to let off some steam, I'm sure we could have some fun with that Frostbite spider nest in the Midden. Maybe add some wine and mead…"

"Aren't you supposed to set an example, Advisor?" Faralda wasn't chastising her at all and grinned. That was a good idea.

Cirilonde shrugged. "We all need to unwind a little, don't we? It's better than Truth or Daedra."

Faralda shot her a look, "Please don't ever tell anyone about that game. Tolfdir would have a fit."

"I won't," Cirilonde promised. "I'll get the … 'health potions' while you inform them."

Faralda tried her best to appear as stern as she could and approached the three students.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to ask you to do it inside. The tensions with Winterhold are still too high."

"What? Come on!" Onmund exclaimed.

"Really? Even after we cleared away all the rubble they left to rot for decades?" Brelyna grumbled, but still dispelled the ball of fire. "You'd think they'd be more grateful."

"We were just having fun." J'Zargo grumbled as well.

"Well, maybe we can do this all in due time," Faralda assured them. "For now, however, I have something else for you to do that requires immediate attention."

"But it's our day off!" Onmund complained. Fit as he was, his muscles were still sore from the repairs to the bridge they'd made. To his disappointment he found that not everything could be solved with magic.

Cirilonde emerged from the Forum and there was a familiar cling and clang that came from her bags as she walked down the steps towards them. "Well, what did they say?"

"Well, it would seem our students are far too tired and overworked to help out," Faralda smiled knowingly.

"Oh my, well isn't that just too bad, Faralda," Cirilonde grinned back. "I guess I took too many 'healing potions' with me while we deal with these pesky spiders…" Cirilonde lift the flap of her bag and the eyes of the three students lit up.

"No way!" Onmund exclaimed.

Cirilonde shushed them. "This is our little adventure. Not a word to anyone! Let's go."

The five of them headed into the Hall of Countenance where the three students froze for a moment when they ran into Phinis just as Cirilonde opened the hatch that led to the Midden.
"Care to tell me what's going on here?" Phinis enquired.

"We're going to clear out that Frostbite spider nest," Cirilonde lied. "Figured it would be good practice for my friends as well."

Phinis cast a suspicious glance from Cirilonde's bag and then to Brelyna, who looked far too giddy for someone about to deal with a bunch of eight-legged creeps. "Yeah. Sure…Practice. Seems like you brought the wrong sort of healing potions…"

"And you brought the wrong ingredients to the Atronach Forge," Faralda shot back with a cheeky grin.

Phinis narrowed his eyes at her. "I didn't see you. You didn't see me."

No one really got the reference save for the two involved, but they decided that they had their getaway free card for now. While Cirilonde and Faralda waited for the others to come down the ladder, Cirilonde leaned towards Faralda, "Remind me to ward that hatch off as soon as possible." Faralda nodded in response.

By now almost everyone knew of the Midden's existence and it was often used in the past for 'less-than-ethical' experiments. Given the recent events it was perhaps best to leave it inaccessible for the time being. The three students didn't know where to look as they'd only heard rumours about the Midden and found most of it to be true; it was both amazing and scary.

Delving a bit further, they found the Frostbite spider nest just beyond a mysterious passage they were forbidden to go down. They wondered why but neither Cirilonde or Faralda gave a straight answer. Rather than press it, though, they indulged in their booze-fuelled share of 'fun' by using the Frostbite spiders for target practice. Cirilonde was enjoying herself as well and was certain she'd make use of this 'therapy' more often if needed. The wine warmed her and it felt so good to unleash all of her frustrations on the spiders.
Onmund, Brelyna and J'Zargo threw empty bottles of wine at a large spider they chased down an icy tunnel.
Cirilonde knelt down next to the spiders after kicking them to make sure they were actually dead and started collecting their venom. "So…how's things going with our special guest?" Faralda had deliberately lingered behind, eager to ask.

"Not well," Cirilonde shook her head and Faralda frowned. She actually seemed worried about Ancano. The other High Elf was far too occupied with filling and sealing the vials to notice. "He manages to give me a hard time about just everything. But it does help to blow off some steam."

"Trust me, I understand. We dealt with longer him than you did." Faralda chuckled as a memory shot to mind that would no doubt cheer Cirilonde up, "You should've seen him after we released some skeevers in his room. Swear I saw steam coming out of his ears."

It worked because Cirilonde did laugh, imagining Ancano chasing after the overgrown rats with a broomstick. In reality, she knew the Thalmor would've seethed in silent rage and waited until everyone was gone to get rid of them lest anyone see him tend to such a 'lowly and measly' task. "Look…" Faralda considered her words for a moment. "I know I gave you a hard time. All of us did. But, really, you didn't deserve any of that. You honestly deserve nothing but respect for all you've done. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Faralda, you were far closer to Savos and Mirabelle than I was. You've been at the College longer than I have been." Cirilonde then sighed, "And honestly, no good deed has gone unpunished so far it would seem."

"Hence why we respect you, Cirilonde. I honestly would've throttled the bastard a long time ago. But, you seem to have him under control," Faralda gave an encouraging smile. "Speaking of control, let me know if you need more help with that tunnel you requested."

"I intend to have a look at it later when the perimeter is less occupied, but thank you for your help," Cirilonde returned the smile but then looked in the distance after glancing at the Dwemer pocket watch she'd found in Savos Aren's office. Tolfdir had only found it fitting she make use of it. "I'll have to check in with Ancano in a moment as well."

As if on que, Onmund, Brelyna and J'Zargo announced their return from a distance in half-drunk song. Each of them held one of the spider's legs, trying to hit one another. Faralda felt that it was high time they return upstairs lest Tolfdir did find out about their alcohol-fuelled little outing.

They headed to the Forum as it was lunchtime and for the first time in weeks, Cirilonde felt fully relaxed. She was discussing various seminars with Brelyna, but also enjoyed listening to all the work they'd been doing to make repairs to the College and Winterhold.
"I really hope Winterhold changes their mind about us and magic," Brelyna said hopefully. "I mean, we would be busy for years to clear away all that rubble and ruin from over there by hand."

"Just try not to overdo it with the magic. Keep in mind, they'll see its uses but Nords have never been fond of magic." Cirilonde warned, but then tried to lighten the mood a little with a smile, "Lucky for us, we have our very own Nord ambassador."

Onmund's cheeks grew bright red, "Well, they did seem curious as to why I was there. They thought I was a stable boy though…"

"Well, Fiona is very fond of you and Tolfdir," Cirilonde assured him. "And you have progressed a lot from what Brelyna told me."

The Nord grew flustered from all the compliments. "Thanks, Ciri."

The High Elf then looked at the Dwemer pocket watch again. "Thank you so much for the wonderful help and company all of you. I have to tend to someone."

"Maybe you should spike his food with some Moon Sugar. That should lighten his mood—OW!"
Onmund glared at the Khajiit who'd kicked him in the shin below the table.

"Let's not," Cirilonde chuckled and after gathering some food on a tray, she headed up the steps to the Arch Mage's tower. With each step, though, she felt more reluctance. I hope I can lighten his mood a little…The little distraction she'd had today had given her an idea.

"Ah, good, you're awake," she said to Ancano.

"Yes, what a surprise to find me here." Ancano said dryly. He wasn't too happy still, but accepted she took his hands so he could hold and eat from the bowl of soup.

"I'll be cleaning some things up, so let me know if you need me," she said to him and walked over to the alchemy storage to put the vials with Frostbite venom away. She then grabbed a jar with mountain flowers and placed the bag on the desk where the Staff of Magnus still lay.
Yet another chore she'd have to tend too today, but all in due time. Deciding to leave him alone for a while, she delved through the pile of papers and tomes on the desk that she had yet to sort out with Tolfdir when she stumbled across a journal. It was Savos Aren's. Unable to help herself, she stowed it into her bag as well. Tolfdir would never let her read it.

Rounding the corner to where Ancano was, she approached him somewhat hesitantly. Taking the tray away from him as he'd finished eating, she sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Marvellous."

Auri-El…she was glad he was unable to see she'd rolled her eyes. "You've been cooped up inside here for weeks now. I was wondering if you perhaps would like to stretch your legs…"

"If I had proper attire, I wouldn't mind." Ancano replied, surprisingly keen on the idea. Not that she blamed him. She would've gone mad as well after being bound to a bed for weeks.

"It's not too bad outside, and—"

"Of course, you want to go outside," Ancano sneered. "Do you enjoy making sure everyone here knows how well you take care of the poor, injured Thalmor?"

"Auri-El, Ancano!" Cirilonde threw her hands up in exasperation. "I've not uttered a single word to anyone about your state or wellbeing because it's none of their business! I just want you to get some fresh air because it might do you some good."

"I think you've decided more than enough what may or may not be good for me!" Ancano snapped at her. "Do you honestly think I would enjoy being 'walked' around by you like some dog? Did you ever even consider-!"

"Ancano!" But it was too late, the damage was done. Ancano roared when another flare up surged through his whole body and he'd gripped her by the wrist out of instinctive response. Cirilonde shrieked with pain because the energy burned her skin where Ancano held her. She found it hard to conjure the ward and grit her teeth as she countered the energy with her flow of magic, acting as a conduit while simultaneously trying to suppress the flare up.

Cirilonde sighed in relief when Ancano finally let go of her and she placed her wrist in the nearby basin that was filled with cold, fresh water. She kept incanting and didn't stop until she saw Ancano's body had fully relaxed. Exhausted, she heaved down on the bed with a sigh. "Ancano? Are you still with me?" she bit her bottom lip, feeling horrible.

He gave a small wave with his hand but she could tell he was still angry with her.

"I'm sorry, I really am. It never crossed my mind someone indeed might see you. I would never want to embarrass you like that…" Cirilonde's apology was sincere and he could tell. "Maybe it's a better idea to do it on top of the Arch Mage's Tower when everyone's asleep. Even if it's just for a few minutes. I'll bring your robes by tomorrow."

"We'll see…" It was very hard to pinpoint Ancano's mood. He looked so tired and the fall out had really taken a lot out of him. Cirilonde couldn't help but feel sorry for the Elf.

"I've also placed a new sleeping tonic on the nightstand to your right," she said to him. "And no, it's still not poison. I'll be off for now so you can get some rest. Tolfdir will be here to watch over you in half an hour or so. I need to take care of something."

Of course, Ancano said nothing to her, nor did she expect him to at this point. She grabbed her bag and the Staff of Magnus from the desk. While everyone was no doubt relaxing in the Arcaneum or the Forum, she would have the perfect opportunity to slip back down to the Midden.
She took her precautions of course, and wrapped the Staff of Magnus in her cloak.

She descended down into the Midden once more, but delved far deeper. It helped they had cleared out the Frostbite spiders earlier that day.
Cirilonde had only recently learned of this Labyrinth's existence, which was not commonplace knowledge compared to that of the Midden. Here, any candidate to succeed the previous Arch Mage had to pass the trials in the Labyrinth whether the Arch Mage had died of natural causes or had been defeated in a duel for the position. They'd all agreed that Tolfdir was far too old and they weren't sure how safe it really was. After all, the last time the Labyrinth had been used was when Savos Aren had been appointed to the position which was well over a hundred years ago.

Just before the Labyrinth, she headed off to a well-hidden tunnel to the right where Faralda had carved out a tunnel for her. She knelt down and burned a hole into the ice with a spell. She then froze a flower from the jar she'd brought along into a clear ball of ice. She then buried it in the hole under a thin layer of snow. She continued to do this along the way down this tunnel until she reached the end that led to a small room. In its mid, a sort 'table' of ice had been erected where Cirilonde laid down the staff. She would be lying if she wasn't tempted to keep it, but it was far too dangerous. After placing a variety of wards, Cirilonde was content with the work she'd done for now and decided it was time to head back upstairs. Maybe, if she had the time, she could retrieve some clothes from Ancano's room.

Once back up in the Hall of Countenance, she peered around to make sure no one was around. It wasn't necessarily because she had to sneak around, but she simply wasn't in the mood to have to steer people away from prying into Ancano's privacy.
She dispelled Tolfdir's wards, only to scowl. Of course. Should've known Ancano's little tricks would still be in place…

Cirilonde was right at home in the arts of enchantments but Ancano's work was complex, intricate and it would take her some time to disarm them. To her annoyance, she was disturbed by Nirya. "Oh, delving into the sabrecat's den…"

"It is necessary, yes." Cirilonde tried to be civil but could not refrain from rolling her eyes before she turned to face Nirya.

"And maybe you're looking for something more of interest?" Her lips curled into a conniving smile that Cirilonde did not like. "Perhaps see if he's married?"

Cirilonde gave a snort, "If so, then that woman deserves a damn medal."

"Oh, come on. Admit it that you're curious. You've spent a lot of time with him after all…" Cirilonde swore she could catch a glitter of envy in Nirya's eyes. "I heard he took quite the beating. He must be so glad to be under your care…How is he?"

Cirilonde shot Nirya a sharp look. "I don't see how any of Ancano's wellbeing is of your concern. I'd prefer to respect his privacy. Rather than hassle me while I'm trying to do my work as College Advisor, why don't you make yourself useful like the others have?"

"Indeed, I have some more important things to do," Nirya huffed. Cirilonde hadn't liked pulling the 'rank-card', but it had the desired effect. "As if you even had a chance with him."

Once Nirya had left, she shook her head. It was well-known that Nirya had her issues with Faralda, so Cirilonde figured that the Altmer was trying to compensate for something by challenging peers of her own race. She returned her attention to the various protective wards Ancano had put in place to prevent intruders.

Disarming a ward was like picking an invisible lock where she had to steer the flow of her magicka to probe at the magic-infused threads that ran over the doorway. It took her a few hours and the few seniors that did come in steered clear from her. Finally successful, Cirilonde made her way into Ancano's room, closing the door behind her. She hadn't expected any sort of Thalmor grandeur, but also found that his room was suspiciously void of anything that caught her attention.
She opened his wardrobe and was glad to find a spare, Thalmor robe within. The last thing she wanted was to give him the satisfaction of repairing his other, damaged ones for him to nit-pick at. Grabbing the spare set, she could not help her longing for a memory and inhaled the scent of the leather robes.

"My, don't you look all fancy…" Cirilonde teased her brother, who had returned home, clad in the armoured Thalmor battle-robes. He looked so proud and ran his fingers through his auburn mane after removing his helmet.

"You better be careful, lest I have one of my handsome colleagues interrogate you." Anciel laughed when his sister's cheeks grew hot-red. "Or do you prefer a cunning Justiciar, dear sister?"

She logically caught no scent of Anciel, but the memory gave her a bittersweet smile. Instead, she smelled a sandalwood and incense like perfume in the leather.

Why do I always end up delving into some tomb? Ganir cleaned his dagger in the snow and he peered over the nearby ledge. The Necromancer he'd stabbed in the back lay dead at the feet of the stairway that led down into the burial mound of Ustengrav. As if it hadn't been enough of a hassle to get here as the ruins were located in the swamps North-East of Morthal and South-East of Solitude. It was the perfect hideout for any unsavory folk.
He took Tormagg's reins and led the horse down the steps. He wanted to make sure his horse was sheltered from the elements and not run the potential risk of it being stolen. He helped the horse to some warm water and fed him some oats. "Don't go running off now, all right?"

The stallion shook his mane as if he understood what his rider had asked. The Dark Elf opened the door as quietly as he could and went inside, closing the door behind him. Much to his chagrin, there were more necromancers inside…and bandits?

He'd apparently entered at the right time, because whatever the cause or reason, the necromancers were far too occupied fighting with bandits to notice him.
But he had not fed in a long time and he wasn't going to let this chance slide. He had obviously not indulged feeding off the Greybeards, nor had he told them anything about his…condition. But he needed the strength and waited out the results of the fight before striking.

It wasn't much later that he rinsed the blood from his beard after he'd finally sated his thirst. All that remained in his path deeper into Ustengrav were a few Draugr. He carefully peered around one of the stone doors to make sure it was safe before proceeding. He looked down and out the hole in the nearby wall that was overgrown with roots. Far below, he saw a large cavern with walkways that led in two directions. In one direction, there was a Dragon Wall just like in Bleak Falls Barrow. The Greybeards taught him that these held the Dragons' Words of Power. Perhaps he'd learn a new one from this one that he could form into a Shout. And in the other direction, there seemed to be a sort seating area where perhaps meetings once were held that then led on to another area that looked like some sort of trial.

He'd hardly made his way down there when an arrow pierced his shoulder from behind. He turned around to hear the source of the odd, creaking sound. A skeletal archer stood not far away from him and it looked quite satisfied to have struck the intruder, but then seemed confused as to why it hadn't really done anything.

Annoyed, the Dark Elf marched over in a zig-zag pattern to dodge any other, incoming arrows. Upon coming close enough, he shouted, "FUS RO DAH!" and sent the bones flying all over the place. "Who's laughing now, huh, s'wit?!"

The next morning, Cirilonde went up to the Arch Mage's tower again with a tray and hoped that Ancano would be more forgiving of her as she'd also brought his robes and a clean tunic along. "I'll help you later if you like, I need to attend some seminars first," she said to him. "Tolfdir will keep watch over you."

"That's reassuring," he said dryly.

Knowing that "Thank you" did not belong in his vocabulary, Cirilonde decided against a similar response and headed downstairs. She had not forgotten what had happened last night and now that she had the time for it again, she wanted to delve into the Arcaneum's vast collection of knowledge. There had to be something.

"Better not fall asleep again on my books, Advisor," Urag warned her, but she wasn't sure if he was joking or not. His voice was stern but there had been the hint of an amused smile.

First, she read Night of Tears again and used the references from there to read into multiple books about the Falmer (Snow Elves), Ysgramor and his Five-Hundred Companions and anything else she thought could lead to more information. But nothing yielded any useful results. Perhaps it was time she try again and ask Colette for help. She hoped to butter the woman up by assisting her in a lesson on turning the undead.

Brelyna, Onmund and J'Zargo were very happy to see her again and were very interested in watching how Cirilonde would repeatedly Turn the Draugr that Colette had brought in with the necessary precautions. Once the session was over, Cirilonde was left alone with Colette. "Don't take me for a fool. Your skills are well beyond what I teach so I knew right away you wanted something from me." The Breton instructor didn't sound as begrudging as she often did. Few people took her lessons seriously.

"I know how you feel about the situation, but I honestly am at my wits' end with Ancano."

Colette snorted, "There's no cure for his sorry excuse of a personality so I can't help you there."

Understatement…Cirilonde thought, wiping some stray locks of her hair out of her face. "But I was actually referring to what actually ails him and was hoping if you were willing to share your insights."

Colette genuinely felt sorry for Cirilonde as she'd heard from Tolfdir that Ancano took her for granted, probably unaware of all her efforts. "He's been nothing but patronizing towards me and my lessons, referring to them as 'sub-par' and 'deemed more suitable for children'. Quite ironic when you think about it that you're here now to ask me for advice. Not that I have any for you."

"So you don't have a suspicion what it may or may not be?" Cirilonde's heart sank. She had tried everything within her own and the Arcaneum's extensive knowledge but after all her efforts had rendered no results, she no longer knew what to do. It wasn't really improving Ancano's mood either. His ego probably suffered the greatest wound of all as he was completely dependent on Cirilonde's care.

"I myself do not." Colette shook her head. "But perhaps you could see the Augur of Dunlain and see what he thinks."

"The Augur of Dunlain?" Cirilonde quirked a brow. Interesting…how could he help?

"When he was…well, more physically alive, he was a grandmaster in the arts of Restoration. It's a fact he'd prefer to remain unknown lest everyone pesters him. He could no doubt provide you with some insight if he's willing." Colette shot the High Elf a look. "I must say, Cirilonde, it's been quite…eventful. Had it not been for you, Divines know what could've happened to all of us."

"There's still quite the way to go," Cirilonde said. "But thank you for your help. It's most appreciated."

They parted ways and Cirilonde walked into the Hall of Countenance. I swear I should get a tunnel leading down here from either the Arch Mage's tower or my own room at this rate. She thought as she climbed down the ladder for a dozenth time. She hoped that if she found him where she'd met him last, he was willing to talk to her. But he was already there as if he'd been waiting for her. The light that carried his presence held a certain serenity and illuminated the dim, wicked hallows of the Midden where he went.

"You have but postponed the inevitable," he said after pondering what the High Elf told him about Ancano's state. "Yet, here you are again in pursuit of knowledge and to what end? Do not mistake my scepticism for a grudge, but had it not been for Ancano, none of this would have transpired, nor would we have suffered the terrible losses we have."

"What befell him could've happened to anyone. That Eye was wicked and powerful beyond measure. Had any other student been overly ambitions, the same could've happened, so I don't believe it's entirely fair to judge him for it. Yes, he's arrogant but I'm very certain he's learned his lesson." Cirilonde never thought she'd live to see the day she'd defend Ancano, but she knew she was speaking the truth. "Please? If anything, it's for the sake of the College."

She sought the light of the Augur for some sort of sign. He was contemplating her words. "You came to me for his healing. Aside from the Eye leaving its mark on him for his arrogant and misguided pursuits, I cannot help you help him, lest he humble himself to seek me out on his own accord and ask."

"You aim to teach him a lesson." Cirilonde stood still. That's a bit cruel…But deserved, I suppose. After all, she had no idea how Ancano had treated the Augur and she figured it was best not to ask.

"Perhaps…if you let him know." The schadenfreude was audible in the Augur's voice. Cirilonde sighed. Given Ancano's current state and general disposition as of late it was very unlikely that he'd ever ask anyone for help, but Cirilonde knew she had to try.

"Thank you for your help. I shall do my best." Cirilonde bowed to him.

"As you have," echoed the Augur's voice and his presence dissipated before her eyes.

Cirilonde didn't feel compelled to return to the Arch-Mage's quarters right away as she had to mull things over and walked over the battlements that surrounded the College. The view, regardless of what direction, never ceased to be breath-taking. In the early the morning, the rays of sunlight would make the ice on the waves glitter. During the day, if the weather was clear, she could look so far away! And at night, she loved the view the most, as the Northern Lights seemed to dance with the stars.

Though she had been very busy, she had not once forgotten about Ganir and wondered where he was and what he was doing. Auri-El I hope you return soon, or I will come looking for you! But she would not do so today as the weather looked grim. The clouds had gathered over the course of the day as if a dark foreboding. Another storm would be coming soon.

If not from the skies, it would be Ancano's temper. She was sure he was not going to take kindly to her suggestion. With a sigh of reluctance, she decided she would have to tell him either way and returned to the Arch-Mage's quarters. "Ah, I'm glad to see you, Cirilonde. I was getting hungry."

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Tolfdir," Cirilonde apologized. "You can go for now, I need a moment with him."

"But of course, child." Tolfdir stood up and left the Arch Mage's quarters for the time being. Not that he was particularly bothered by the High Elf's presence as they both avoided initiating contact with one another unless absolutely necessary.

Cirilonde found Ancano sat on the edge of his bed, clad in his Thalmor robes. She had to admit she was impressed he'd been able to do so on his own given his predicament. She took a deep breath. "Good morning, I was hoping you had a moment for me. We need to talk."

Ancano scowled. It never bode well if a woman uttered that sentence. "I'm listening."

"Remember how I told you I had yet to determine what's ailing you? Where time permitted me, I've been doing some thorough research and Colette…Don't you 'Oh Auri-El' me!" she snapped when he made a condescending remark about Colette's credibility as an instructor. "She referred me to the Augur of Dunlain, who appears to have been a grandmaster in the arts of Restoration back when he was…physically alive."

"And?" Ancano's memory was jogged. That was the white-blue light in the Midden. He'd spoken to him, hadn't he?

Here it comes…she winced. This wasn't going to go over well no matter how she put it. "He is willing to help you…if you seek him out and ask him yourself."

She stiffened, startled, when he shot to his feet and nearly sent a nearby chair flying in the process. "You would have me grovel for aid before the Augur?" His voice was barely a whisper as he trembled in silent rage. "For weeks now-!"

"That is not what I said. He wants you to come to him and I can help you-,"

"Help?! You must be so satisfied with yourself." His voice held such a calm, silken and cold, venomous tone it gave her the chills. "Have you even once pondered the consequences for anyone other than yourself by sparing my life just because you thought it was the 'noble' or 'right' thing to do?! Did it ever cross your mind that your selfish, disgusting need for a clear conscience would have consequences? Do you have any idea what they would do to me if they find out what transpired here?!"

He'd lost his temper quite a few times now over the past days and she'd stood her ground, but this was far more vicious than he'd ever been and his words lashed deep. This was personal. She was thankful he could not see the loss of her composure and gathered herself. She had to try and smooth this over. "It's why I want to help you, Ancano. You were suffering…and I … I know what they would do to you. Anciel was a Thalmor and he paid with his life!"

"I should have known that this is exactly why you think you can set right your failures. Whoever the fool was, if he paid with his life, he was a waste to the Thalmor ranks to begin with!" He snarled. "I don't know what dense ideals that you possess to think you can change the world for the better somehow. Think you can change me somehow. Yet it is so fitting for someone idiotically naive such as yourself. It's the only way you could hope to feel good about yourself, because you are nothing otherwise."

Cirilonde felt each and every word and syllable dig into her very being as his words lashed at her. She stood trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks as he'd torn a very deep and old wound open. She wasn't sure what she felt as he mercilessly tore at the very core of her person and had she not been so tired after all the effort she put into helping him, only to receive this as a thanks…They were right…

"That you think of me like this…Very well." She dug her nails deep into the palms of her hands as she struggled to regain some composure. She tried to keep a steady voice as she was determined not to give him the satisfaction that he'd really hurt her this time. "I hope when your superiors find out what you've done, they make you suffer. No one here will protect you from their wrath. Where my brother heard cries for mercy, you shall hear nothing."

Her brother…?! Ancano had stiffened and all the pent up rage and frustration immediately turned into regret. He had not known…But it was too late as she'd stormed out.

Cirilonde heard his voice but paid no heed to it. Her vision was blurred with tears and she walked right past Tolfdir who'd heard everything. The old Nord had returned because he'd forgotten something…again. For a moment he was caught between catching up with Cirilonde but then grit his teeth, furious. He'd witnessed enough of their bickering to know that this time, it was serious and perhaps it was high time someone taught that arrogant bastard a lesson. He stomped up the steps while rolling up his robe's sleeves.

Cirilonde wasted no time nor did she respond to Brelyna's troubled questions, who made broad way for the High Elf when she saw her face. "Cirilonde, wait!"

"Leave me alone, Brelyna. I'm done. Goodbye." The distraught High Elf slammed the door to the Hall of Attainment shut behind her. She threw what little possessions she had into Fiona's saddlebags, walked to the stables and climbed on Fiona's back after saddling her. Everyone was wise enough to stay out of her way as she dug her heels into the mare's flanks and galloped off. The snow muffled the stomp of Fiona's hooves but did send the freshly fallen snow flying as she raced across the bridge and down the paved path out of Winterhold. She nearly knocked Faralda and Phinis off their feet as they had come running back to town.

"Cirilonde, come back!" Faralda cried, waving her hands, but Cirilonde had either not heard or ignored Faralda.

You were right, Ganir. To Oblivion with that heartless wretch and this place. I should never have come here. I'm going to find you and we're going to get far away from here.

"You have got to be joking…!" Faralda swore.

"There's no way we'll catch up with her without the horses! Korir's men already know what's up but they don't know yet at the College. Come on!" Phinis pulled the High Elf along, who stumbled as she ran onto the College grounds with her colleague and up to the Arch Mage's quarters.

The two Masters froze in their steps as they heard Tolfdir's tirade against Ancano. In all their years at the College, they had never witnessed Tolfdir lose his temper like he did now. "-And this is how you repay her?! After everything she endured and went through for you?! In spite of all objections and doubts you just confirmed. I hope by Talos you are truly satisfied with yourself because she. Is. Gone!"

Tolfdir hadn't just punched Ancano, he'd also rammed the High Elf into the wall and held him by the throat. An impressive feat for an old man that was two heads shorter than the High Elf. Ancano hadn't even fought back, save that he struggled against the grip the Nord had on his throat.

"If I had known it was her brother…" Ancano choked out, gasping for air. "Let. Go!"

"You're not even worth killing." Tolfdir spat and let go. The Thalmor fell to his knees, gasping for air between a barrage of curses in the Altmer tongue. Neither Phinis or Faralda felt any inclination to check on him now they knew the potential reason why Cirilonde had left.

"We have a huge problem," Faralda said to Tolfdir. "That Dragon sighting from a few days ago wasn't false. We saw it flying by the coast earlier and Cirilonde just raced past us and out of Winterhold…"

Tolfdir paled visibly. "Oh, Talos preserve us. We have to secure the College. You two need to go get Cirilonde! I will gather all the students in the Hall of Elements right away. Let the Jarl know that Winterhold is welcome to take refuge here if needed!"

Faralda strongly doubted the locals wanted to be anywhere near the College but nodded nevertheless and rushed off with Phinis. Tolfdir made to do his part when Ancano called for him.
Fuck, he hits hard for an old man…Ancano swore under his breath.

"What do you want, elf? Haven't you done enough?"

"I am aware…" Ancano raised a hand in defence as he got to his feet, leaning against the wall. "Hear me out." He wasn't sure where the old Nord was and he wanted to be prepared in case he decided to give him another pummelling. He had never felt more vulnerable…or as guilty. "If a dragon is out there, they would be no match. Please, take me to the Augur. If I don't owe it to you, then I owe Cirilonde."

Cirilonde finally slowed down as Fiona and she were out of breath. Cirilonde looked behind her. Winterhold and its College were but a blurry shadow in the distance now. She dismounted and stroked the mare's mane and caressed its soft nose. "Good girl," she said in a soothing voice. "I'm sorry I let you run so far through all that snow." The wind sent another blinding flurry of snow over them. Knowing it was wiser and safer to continue on foot, she took Fiona's reins and continued on foot. Her heart was still racing and she cast a glance over her shoulder from where she'd come. Her heart ached that she'd stormed off. What was she going to do? "But there's no turning back now," she said to Fiona as if the equine could understand. The mare just shook the snow from her mane as if to say 'yeah, thanks a lot!'. "Ganir was right. It's not our problem." She flicked the frozen tear from her cheek. She'd known Ancano would have the capacity to be vindictive, but this…it was so low and unforgivable it angered her enough now that it fuelled her determination. I saved your life, you ungrateful, heartless wretch of a man!

She wrapped her cloak tight around her. Sergius had helped her enchant it so she would be able to withstand the elements a lot better. She squinted her eyes to try and discern the path in the severe snowfall. She took hold of Fiona's reins to continue their way, except after a short distance, the mare balked, bristling and snorting.

"I know you liked Tolfdir's treats, Fiona, but I swear, Skyrim's full of carrots and juicy apples." She gave a tug at the reins to get the mare going, who outright refused to budge. "Oh come on, you stubborn…!"

She froze. Did that hill to their side just growl? Silence, save for the howling wind.
She turned to Fiona again, who still skittered on her hooves as she protested and wanted nothing more than to leave.

In the flash of a moment it happened, to Cirilonde, it felt as though time was slowed. In the instant that Fiona had whinnied and reared in protest, the pile of snow cracked and crumbled as a large pair of eyes opened. Enormous, leathery wings unfolded and cast a shadow over the both of them, blotting out the sun. Cirilonde dove to avoid being trampled under Fiona's hooves. The mare stormed off back to the College and the High Elf was left alone to face the dragon. The beast was larger than the dragon (Mirmulnir) they had faced in Whiterun, but not as large as the one from Helgen. Its scales held a blue hue, lined with icicles and snow-crystals. Large, curled horns protruded from its head that followed the curve of the beast's jawline. Another pair of upright horns protruded from the top of its skull but weren't as long.

Cirilonde's eyes went wide in horror as the beast raised itself to its full size with wings spread. It craned its neck so that it could glare at her with one of its bright, orange and yellow eyes. "Hi los mey wah vodremt dii lag, fahliil!" It snarled. "Vogluuskei fah hi, Zu'u tul bahlok!"

The High Elf raised a barrier of snow and ice in time and the dragon's head slammed into it. Shards of ice were sent flying everywhere and the dragon snapped its jaws shut on the spear of ice Cirilonde had hurled in its direction. She hoped it would buy her enough time to make her escape, but she'd forgotten about the dragon's tail. It swung her way without warning and knocked the wind out of her when it hit and sent her flying into a nearby wall of snow. She collapsed to the ground and the snow that fell on top of her chilled her to the bone. She struggled to recover and regain her footing, but the dragon was playing with her like a cat would with its prey. The dragon snapped its jaws at her to wear her out as the High Elf was forced to jump and duck out of the way. It swung its tail menacingly and grunted and roared its threats and taunts at her.

A sudden bolt of flame came flying out of nowhere and ricocheted off the dragon's scales. The barrage did not cease and the dragon was forced to see who was foolish enough to seek his vengeance.

"Run, Cirilonde!" Faralda cried. She and Phinis had summoned Atronachs and were bombarding the dragon for long enough that Cirilonde had the time to make a run for it.

Phinis caught the stumbling Altmer by the arm. "I owe you my life!" Cirilonde exclaimed, out of breath.

"Are you all right?" He yelled his inquiry over the howling wind, racket of spell fire and the dragon's furious roars as it set its eyes on the Atronachs…for now. Cirilonde dared a nod. "Try thanking me again if we make it back to the College. Come on!"

Cirilonde grabbed hold of Faralda's arm and swung herself on the horse's back behind the other High Elf. She held on tight as they hurried back to Winterhold. The problem was, however, that the dragon had seen them flee and it slammed the atronachs into the ice and snow with its wings before taking off after them.

"Jarl Korir is going to kill us!" Faralda shouted at Cirilonde over her shoulder.

"He can't blame us for this!" Cirilonde yelled back. "It's not like we summoned that damn thing!"

The horses' hooves clattered down on the bridge as they crossed it and they leapt off the horses' backs. The horses immediately bolted into their stables while the two elves and Breton ran for the entrance to the Hall of Elements. They then heard a door behind them open and close. Ancano and Tolfdir had just exited the Hall of Countenance the moment the dragon made a rough landing on top of the gates. The three of them immediately turned and began to yell "DRAGON!" from the top of their lungs, flailing their arms and pointing up.

The dragon craned its long neck downwards and peered between the pillars where Ancano and Tolfdir were. The beast opened its maw, "Fo Krah Diin!" The stream of ice that burst from the beast's maw completely coated the door to the Hall of Containment in Ice. The Arch Mage and Thalmor had dove out of the way just in time.

As they made to flee to the Hall of Elements, the dragon's wing talons slammed into the ground, forcing them to manoeuvre around the beast. Ancano raised a powerful ward and a blazing inferno burst forth from his other hand. It shot over the dragon's head but it was enough to make the dragon pull its head back far enough that they had the time and space to make their getaway.

Cirilonde immediately grabbed a firm hold of Tolfdir's arms, so glad that he was all right. "Is everyone safe?!"

"We need to regroup with everyone in the Hall of Elements. Urag is looking into things as we speak!" Tolfdir was out of breath. Not only had he been all the way down to the Midden and the Augur, he'd just been forced to run for his life! His old age was finally catching up to him, but Cirilonde dragged him along. The Dragon immediately saw where they were headed and shattered the statue near the Hall of Elements entrance to pieces with its tail. The four mages were forced to split up and dive for cover from the flying debris.

"Over here you pathetic worm!" Ancano's incantations were swift and he summoned two frost atronachs before hurling another blazing ball of flame at the dragon. The dragon let out an angry roar and crushed the first Atronach between its jaws. It gave Ancano the room to manoeuvre into a more advantageous position versus the dragon, who'd slammed the other Atronach into the wall with one of its wings, destroying it. Ancano was now facing off against the Dragon alone, but the beast had to admit that he faced a worthy adversary. The High Elven Thalmor was an amazing sight to behold as his actual abilities now came to light. Ancano's footwork and style of casting wasn't just graceful, but it was swift, cunning and left no room for fancy or useless displays of bravado. He was truly a master in the arts of Destructive Magic.

But the dragon had enough and rammed Ancano with one of its wings. "Zu'u fen genun hi wo los lin!" Ancano rolled away from the dragon's jaws and jumped back to his feet. But the Dragon did not relent and began to pressure the High Elf. It wasn't enough to contain Ancano, who unleashed yet another barrage of elements onto the beast, who'd finally had enough and roared, "FUS RO DAH!"

The wind was knocked from Ancano's lungs and he was sent flying by the unseen blast wave of energy. The snow he had so often cursed now broke his landing, but he was forced to back up against the wall as the dragon closed in on him. "I'll enjoy ripping you to pieces, you insolent—" The dragon's head snapped to look behind him and Ancano saw the beast's pupils dilate.

"Ganir!" Cirilonde exclaimed in disbelief as Ganir scaled the dragon's back by grabbing onto the spines that protruded from it. He then leapt and grabbed hold of one of the dragon's crown horns. The dragon gave a snarl, backing off so it could shake its head to get the pesky elf off of him. On que, Phinis, Cirilonde and Faralda hurled spell after spell at the dragon, who reared and flailed at its assailants.

"FUS ROH DAH!" There was no time to question how or what Ganir just did, but the dragon's head was slammed into the ground the moment the words left the Dark Elf's lips. Ganir too was jerked forward in the momentum and cried out when the dragon instinctively jerked its head right back up and impaled the Dark Elf on one of his horns in the process. "Nchow s'wit!" The Dark Elf bellowed a colourful array of swearwords in his own language. "Why does everything in this fucking province insist on impaling or beheading me?!"

"Ganir, hold on!" Cirilonde's powers were no match against Ancano's, but when Ancano saw her rush for the horn that had snapped off the dragon's head, he rushed to her side to protect her from the dragon's icy breath. She completely ignored him and raised her own ward and slid over the ice to grab the horn and then bury it into one of the dragon's eyes. Blood splattered everywhere and she made a run for it. It was enough to buy Ganir the momentum to pull himself off the dragon's horn and slam both his daggers through the beast's thick skull. Ganir was sent flying off the dragon as it collapsed dead to the ground.

"Is it…?!" They all stood frozen, save for Cirilonde, who knew what would happen. Ancano made to grab her hand and stop her, but she slapped it away and rushed to Ganir's side when the beast suddenly caught flame and surrounded the two of them. The Dark Elf had absorbed the dragon's very being into his own.

"Ganir!" She shook him. "Ganir don't you dare-!"

"I'm fine," The Dark Elf grit out but swore when he took a gander at the hole in his abdomen. He nevertheless looked more pissed about the state of his armour than his body, gruesome as the sight was. "Actually…this kind of hurts…"

"By Talos…" Tolfdir was at a loss for words. Nor could anyone else believe their eyes. Ganir, the vampire, was the legendary Dragonborn.

"Could you stop gawking and help me already?!" Cirilonde exclaimed.

Hi los mey wah vodremt dii lag, fahliil, vogluuskei fah hi, Zu'u tul bahlok - You are a fool to disturb my slumber, elf. Unfortunately for you, I am hungry
Zu'u fen genun hi wos lo lin – I'll show you who the worm is!
Fo Krah Diin - The ice-breath shout, logically.

Notes:

Hoo boiiiii. This chapter needed a huge amount of work because I wanted to emphasize more on Ancano's suffering, the pain he was in and of course, give all the other characters more personality and a bigger role to play. Hope you like the improvements. Updated 03-05-2020