Kung

Vampires were no match for me, they relied too heavily on their magic to try and kill me. Their magic was no match for my powers. It was when the vampires had snuck up apon me that I decided to use my magic against them. Two had come for me, two had been frozen solid.

My sword shattered the ice and bodies frozen in them. However the sound alerted the other vampires that were dwelling in the cave, they came for me from the stairs into the chamber. One died by the sword as he was too busy attempting to bite me, the other lost balance due to his cape being frozen solid. He fell fast and died at the bottom of the stairs, it wasn't difficult in the slightest.

My father would have been wasted trying to come here with me, if anything denying me of a reason to live.

Not a single vampire was left for me to kill. I decended down the steps making sure to stamp on the head of the vampire at the bottom of the stairs.

As I walked around the chamber I began to realise that with what little light there was in the chamber, I began to realise that there was something else going on. I first believed that there was a moat of water around a central platform, as I neared, I found that the liquid was blood.

The smell was enough to tell me that what I was seeing was real. Blood flowed around the platform, but it was no moat. A shallow pool of blood, barely an inch circled the platform. I decided to walk over the blood and onto the platform where several burners were spaced around circles in the platfrom as if they were made to move.

The moment my hand got close to one of the burners, it burst into flames, not to mention the rings imbedded in the ground bursting into flames with a blue hue. The burners began to move on their own, almost as if they were sentient, when they stopped, a coloumn in the middle of the circle rose.

Clouds began to engulf the area around me, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. My first reaction was to draw my blade, but I couldn't find it as my hand seemed to no longer be there, as did my arm. Eventually it felt as though my legs had dissapeared and my body fell to the ground. My insides burned, the kind of feeling when a hard mead hit you, then came the sleep.

Mary

Erron slept steadilly, but it was far past sunrise and it was time to move, we werent that far from Dawnguard. Sick of waiting, I tapped Erron's foot with my boot. He stirred but didn't wake, when I looked, it seemed as though he'd been crying.

"Erron." I whispered, crouching down to him.

I shook him, before he crawled up into his little ball.

"Hey, it's time to get up." I flicked his ear.

He opened his eyes sharply.

"Mary? Where are we?" He asked panicked.

"At the camp, I've packed it. Come on, it's time to move." I made him get up.

Erron scrambled to his feet, quickly rolling his bedspread away.

"I'm sorry Mary..." He apologised as he tied the knot to his pack.

"It's alright Erron, we'll find him." I reassured him, giving him a smile as he pulled the pack onto his back.

We began to move out of the clearing and back onto the main path, we weren't that far away, but Erron's complaining about being tired was enough to make me tired. The morning air began to chill us to our bones as we pushed through the snow, but time was against us.

As time went on through the war, winter's chill began to get worse and worse. Each day seemed to be another inch of snow. Before the month was over the snow would build to be a fathom in height.

"Mary..." Erron called.

I looked behind me, Erron's blonde head was visible. He was trailing behind quite a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Why can't I just burn through the snow?" He whinned.

I fell deadpan. Why I hadn't thought about this before was beyond me.

"I don't know, please try it, see if we can keep our boots dry?" I smiled weakly at him.

He waded through the snow which was knee high to him. With a flame in his hand, he threw the ball as a column of fire to forge a path. Much like a dragon's breath, Erron had melted the snow and revealed the dying grass underneath. The path had melted towards the road for us to reach.

"Well done Erron, we'll be there in no time." I patted him on the back.

Erron was not smiling, he was staring at the grass.

"Skyrim could become a dead land soon... The snow is killing plants, what about the crops?" He asked, his voice wavering.

"Skyrim has bad winters every year Erron. You're old enough to remember, but this isn't the worst. We will survive." I cheered on.

Erron's spirits seemed lifted as he followed behind me with wind in his sails. Speaking of which, the wind was carrying as, blowing us towards Fort Dawnguard. It was almost as if the nine were looking down apon us, edging us to go towards the place.

"Smile on Erron, we're close." I chuckled.

The hill towards the Fort was close, gates wide, men and women training in the grounds.

Kung

When I woke, I was stripped to the waist. Held up from the ground by shackles attached to my wrists.

Painfully.

My limbs were stretched from my torso, pain struck each joint every second as my heart pumped blood around my body.

"He's awoken father." A woman's voice called out.

All of a sudden, a man walked into my field of vision. The way he swaggared showed he had class, he had money, he had family history.

"Don't worry, I haven't turned you." He looked at me.

His eyes were that of a vampire, he was the enemy.

"Why not?" I asked, trying to be defiant.

He reached into his pocket, as he widthdrew his hand, ashes began to fall from his hand. Furiously, he cast the ashes at me, covering me in dead vapmire.

"Someone tried a taste of your blood, she didn't bite you thankfully... She died none the less. You don't deserve to be one of us." His eyes narrowed at me.

I didn't speak, waiting for him to ask a question, even though he was a vampire, I was in no position to be rude. I certainly knew what to do, keep my mouth shut and speak only when spoken to.

He waited, thinking I would speak.

"Disceplined... Who are you?" He asked, lowering his voice.

"Kung of Whiterun. I am a bastard child, no family name, Sir." I answered.

"And these?" He pointed at my wings.

"The reason I fight a war I don't need to. My death is assured whilst I have them, as such I ma never see civilisation again." I explained, showing no remorse.

"Shall I cut them off?" He drew his blade and pressed the cold steel against my chest, drawing the tip across my body, making sure not to cut my skin as he did so.

"No, sir. My purpose will be nobel, not to die at the hands of a man who does not understand who I am." I narrowed my eyes back at him.

Offended, he pressed the blade harder, drawing blood. As he did so, he recoiled away from me screaming in agony as he did so.

Pain...

When I looked, it was the same blade the Alessa had used to stab me before. The same blackened steel, the same ruby handle and the same ivory grip. Anger began to rise in my chest, a roar forced it's way out of my lips as I pulled against the chains that were shackled to my wrists. With the force that I pulled, the wooden boards in the ceiling snapped, sending me falling to the ground.

"A cursed boy! You are cursed with death! Damn you!" The lord snapped at me as I began to stand straight.

"I have been damned before." I spoke.

I stopped.

The voice was not mine, the echo was increased against the wall of the hall, but it didn't make sense. It was almost as if two other voices spoke as I did.

"Then be damned, you are a demon!" He called.

"Be that as it may, I am a demon that can kill you with his blood." I threatened him by walking closer and picking up the blade as I did.

"This blade was used to try and end my life before." I explained brandishing the dagger.

He looked on in fear, the blood still on the dagger was poison to him.

"Stay back, I will kill you should you come closer!" He barked, his voice breaking as he did so.

Not caring any more, I stepped closer.

The Lord grabbed his cape and threw it at me, covering my eyes. When I was able to see again, a pale figure stood before me. Claws as long as the dagger in my hand, eyes as red as the blood leaking down my back.

"I am Lord Harkon! I will not be killed by a child!" The beast roared at me.

He charged using his wings to carry him, his arms outstretched to his side ready to swipe at me. He was vulnerable, so I jumped into him, blade first. He roared in pain and agony, the area around the wound began to become ash as his arms wrapped around me.

"You were Lord Harkon." I spoke, cold as the ice that was no doubt flowing though my viens.

His eyes pleaded with me, pain setting fire to his entire body.

"Please!" He begged as I removed the dagger.

Shunk

The dagger found it's way into his head. His entire head turned to ash as did the rest of his body as the bloodstained dagger did it's work.

"Now you're nothing." I sighed, taking the weight of the blade back into my own hands.

Mary

The fire warmed our bodies as we huddled nearby it, Erron wouldn't leave my side, keeping in close contact with me. Isran, the strange man and a young blonde Nord stood around. Isran attempting to teach the Nord the use of the crossbow, the strange man staring at us with a strange expression.

"Mary?" Erron spoke quietly.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"I... I don't feel well." He lowered his voice so only I could hear.

"You'll be alright, it's just the cold." I reassured him.

"It's not." The strange man spoke, putting his mead bottle on a shelf.

I looked at the pale man as he walked over, his bear leather armour not reacting with the light that the fire cast on him.

"He's sick. Much like Kung is." He neared Erron, crossing his arms looking down at us.

"Kung's sick?" Erron began to worry, his voice wavering as he looked up at the man.

Quickly, the man reached into the blankets and grabbed Erron's wrist, pulling the sleeve down. His eyes widened in shock, soon turning into sorrow.

"Dante curse me." He looked down.

As he let go of Erron's wrist, I took it gently and looked. On it was a sword and shield that was tattooed into his wrist. It worried me that Erron had never spoke about this, but I put it out of my mind.

"What's wrong?" I looked over at the man.

"I thought Kung was my only son... This boy is my son as well." He spoke in a saddened manner.

"Kung, this boy and I share this mark on our wrists. A mark of our family... What happened to Kung, may happen to this boy." The man shook.

I looked at Erron, but he was staring into the flames of the camp fire.

"You left us." Erron spoke, almost choking on the lump in his throat.

"You docked in more than one sense of the word. How dare you?" I found it difficult to look at the man.

Kung

Ash was in the air as I walked through the castle, stalking vampires running away from me. Attempting to run from my rage.

In my hand was a chain with a blade on the end. It was made from ice that was mostly my blood, the vampires had no chance against me. With it being daylight, they couldn't go outside, I was death.

The dining hall was covered in ash when I came to my senses, I'd killed everyone including the prey. I could feel the cold in my heart pump around my body, Harkon seemed to be the straw that broke the Orc's back.

One of the vampires attempted to use blood magic on me, the moment it came into contact with me, the vampire combusted into a cloud of ash.

Others were more tactful, attempting to use blades against me, but they were no match.

The dogs and familiars... They were the only real obstical in my way. Due to the chain whip however, they had no chance getting close enough to harm me. The only would I'd sustained, was the wound that Harkon had given to me.

I followed footsteps in the ash, I could hear vampires congregateing as to how they would kill me. They'd huddled in a stair case behind a wooden door in the dining room. Swiftly, I kicked the door down, causing a domino effect of the vampires, many of them breaking their necks.

Down lead into the dephs underneath the castle, up lead to the towers and likely the battlements. I decided to go up and try to send some sort of signal to the Dawnguard, they weren't likely to see it, but it was something to do and it was the only logical thought other than kill everything in sight.

I emerged from the staircase into the outside world. Cold had stricken Skyrim with the worst blizzard in years. Snow was almost a foot thick on the battlements. For some reason, I couldn't feel the cold. Being half naked, that was worrying. I believed that the previous fight had caused my blood to boil or something along those lines, but the issue remained that the snow was likely to destroy Skyrim.

Quickly. I cleared away some snow away from the battlements, there was some sort of flag, not what I was looking for. I needed something bigger, something that would alert everyone in the nearby area.

Suddenly the college came to mind, the mage lights that light up the bridge to the college.

Bright blue lights.

Lights that could be seen for miles.

As fast as I could, I scanned the area looking for a platform that would hold it, to no avail. Leaving the magelight to linger around and possibly even drift.

I absorbed the chain whip back into my body and used both my hands to summon as much magika as I could. A mage light began to form in my hands, blinding me slightly. I remembered when I aided the guards against the dragon and forming the ward at the college, using a native tounge that wasn't my own seemed to add power to anything I did.

"Guāng." I whispered into the ball.

It grew brighter, stronger.

"Guāng!" I yelled at the ball.

I felt the power behind the ball.

"Guāng!" The voices came back along with my own.

The final chant caused the ball to become a coloumn of blue mage light, with emense force, the coloumn cast itself into the air. With so much power, the fog around the castle dispersed causing the structure to become visible not to mention the snow falling off of the battlements.

Due to my power being drained, I was defenseless and tired. I couldn't keep myself on my feet any longer. My vision darkened, my body fell.

The world went dark.