This story has been an absolute joy to write. I love Vilkas, Farkas is hot too, but I prefer Vilkas. Thanks for the reviews! Now on to Chapter 7! After this it may take me a while to write, this is the last of the pre-written material, so please be patient, I will work as fast as I can.
Chapter 7:
Loranna!
I immediately went up to her, all enraged.
"Where have you been!?" I snarled at her.
"I was doing Kodlak's bidding."
"I hope it was worth it! That means you weren't here to protect him! The Old Man... he's... dead! And they've made off with all of our fragments of Wuuthrad"
Her entire face morphed into an expression of sadness and regret.
"But you and I we're going to avenge him! The Silver Hand will pay! There will be no one alive to sing of this, only songs of Jorrvaskr and the Companions will be sung! Let's go!" I continued. She nodded and took the lead until we reached the stables and saddled our horses, then I took the lead. Eventually, we arrived at Driftshade Redoubt. There were a couple of archers posted on top the wall, they were easily killed.
The fort was cleared with relative ease, sure, the silver weapons burned a bit, since I'm a werewolf. And sure, some of our assailants were skilled swordsmen and women, but the point is that they all are dead, every single one! Loranna picked up the stolen fragments of Wuuthrad.
We headed back to Whiterun as quick as we could, so we could be in time for the funeral. I took my leave of her at the gate.
"The others have probably prepared Kodlak's funeral by now. Come up to the Skyforge to pay your respects." I took off through the market plaza, she went through the wind district, we arrived at basically the same time. All of the other Companions were gathered in front of the giant forge. Kodlak was laid on top of a pile of wood.
Eorlund spoke: "Who will start?"
Aela said that she would, "
Then I spoke,
Then finally Farkas,
After the funeral, Aela asked the rest of the Circle to meet in the Underforge to grieve together. I headed there as fast as I could walk, Loranna tried to speak to me but all I would say to her was, "Let me stew, alone." I did not say that with any kindness at all, she shrugged and went into Jorrvaskr after Eorlund asked her to get Kodlak's fragment of Wuuthrad. When she came into the Underforge, she caught Aela and myself in the middle of an intense argument.
"The Old Man had one wish and he didn't get it its as simple as that." I said.
"Being moon-born is not as bad as you think." Aela retorted.
"Maybe for you, that's fine. But not for him! Kodlak wanted to be clean, he wanted to meet Ysgramor and that was taken from him."
"And you avenged him."
Farkas spoke up, annoyed with our arguing, "Kodlak didn't care for vengeance."
"No, Farkas, he didn't." I said. "He used to speak of a way to cleanse himself even after death. You've heard of the legends of the Tomb of Ysgramor."
"Where Ysgramor and his strongest men and women are buried, yeah... you're right. Kodlak deserves to be clean. But even if we reach the tomb, without Wuuthrad, we'd never gain entry.
We all looked as we heard a voice come from the door of the Underforge. Eorlund Grey-Mane, "Skyrim was once warm and Elves once ruled Skyrim, just because something is, doesn't mean that it must be. Weapons are tools and tools are meant to be broken and repaired." He walked out of the shadows holding something with both hands.
"Is that? Were you finally able to repair it?" Aela asked in awe.
"This is the first time that I've had all of the fragments, thanks to our friend here. The flames of a hero can fuel the rebirth of Wuuthrad and so the flames of Kodlak will take you to see him once more. And as the one who brought us all of the fragments, you should be the one to wield Wuuthrad. " He handed Loranna the battle-ax. "Now go on, for Kodlak!"
"For Kodlak, we all repeated, and ran out and kept running, taking few breaks, to the Tomb of Ysgramor.
I have commissioned my best friend to draw Vilkas as Anime, as soon as that is done I shall make it the cover image. I hope you like her artwork, when it comes.