Yes I know its been a long time. Life has been very busy. I finally had time to write and it's when I have a cold. Its the only good thing about getting sick. So over the next few days while this cold has me in its clutches, going to write more chapters.

On another note... Wingless Dragon, the second part is going up tonight. I just need to figure out a good title for it.

Hopefully everyone enjoys the chapters, hope to hear from my readers. I can't promise when the next update will be, but no I am not giving up on this story or any of my stories. I am hoping to put out a few chapters over the next few days.

Kodlak stared at the man standing before him. He closed his eyes, old memories pressing against him. Memories that should never been remembered, left in the dark reaches of his mind. But it couldn't be helped, this man, - and there was no way it could have been any one else - was old Jarl's true heir.

He didn't have the blond hair his mother had, his hair was dark, black as midnight. His eyes were green as grass, in the plains. Balgruuf had his father's hair color, so had the other man that had been here. But what people forgot was the Jarl's old wife had dark hair, like this man. Most said it was blond like her son's but that was wishful thinking. The older generation would remember what the old Jarl's wife looked like, but the new generation grew up on lies. Lies to cover up more lies. Now here stood one of those old ghosts.

What was worse, this man wanted to join them, live here in Whiterun, right beneath Balgruuf's nose. It had been had enough when the other one had entered the city. That had set the city on edge, seeing someone look exactly like Balgruuf.

He knew soon this old can of worms was going to be opened, he just hoped it didn't destroy Whiterun in the process. He knew the Jarl knew none of this, he knew he was the only living person who knew this secret. And yet this man stood before him, not knowing what he had just set into motion by being here.

The man had fire in his eyes, a fire that the companions needed. If he was smart, he would send this man away, but maybe this was to be. Maybe it was time to open old wounds. Against his better judgement, he did the one thing he shouldn't do.

"Vilkas, here will take you outside and show you a few things," Kodlak muttered avoiding his foster son's eyes.

He watched the man walk out and sighed in defeat. Silently he prayed to Talos for guidance for their future.

~oooooooooooooooooo~

Mikael groaned tiredly as he trudged his tired body to his bed. It was late at night an Borri just finished with his newest lesson. His body ached, his throat was screaming at him, but he felt good about himself. Finally he felt at peace with himself.

Argis was already passed out on the bed next to his. He could hear the man's soft breathing. The man had been going out hunting every day for them. When he was hunting he was practicing with his sword.

Three months, they had been up here three months and he didn't know how much longer his training would be going on. The words they taught him he learnt quickly, shouting though… at first had a very difficult time with it. Most times ended with him on his rear, other times the force he used would be too powerful and he would be spitting up blood. Now though, now he had the hang of it. He could shout and stay standing, also without internal damage.

When he felt shouted for them he had thought he had to put as much force into as possible. He had been right, but his body hadn't been honed for that kind of use of power. Now, he didn't need to worry as much, though he still needed to be careful at times, especially with a new shout.

"My Thane you are coming in late," Argis commented when he heard movement.

"Aye, Borri decided I needed more practice," Mikael muttered, groaning softly as he stretched out on his bed.

"When do you think we will be heading back?" Argis asked softly, uncertain if he should.

"Who knows, it couldn't be soon enough," Mikael grumbled, and wince slightly as he rolled on his side.

"Dovahkiin," Mikael groaned and then answered. "Yes Argneir?"

"On the morrow you will leave to retrieve the horn, then we will complete your training," the old man answered.

"It will be done," Mikael answered and listened closely as the man's footsteps receded. "Thank the gods!" He smirked as he heard Argis chuckling. "In the morning after morning meal, try scrounging up some food for us to take. If there is nothing and it doesn't leave these men short we'll pick some stuff up in Iverstead."

"I can tell you now they don't have much," Argis warned him. He scowled darkly, when they first got here food had been bare minimum, now that he had done a lot of hunting they finally had their stocks partially filled. He had done all the hunting for his Thane, so he would had food to eat while here, but that hadn't been. His Thane barely had a chance to eat. Morning meal and then the evening meal if he wasn't practicing. If he was, then it would be before he fell asleep if he remembered to eat. "My Thane have you eaten?" the thought just coming to Argis.

"No, and I am not eating. I'll wait until morning, too tired right now," Mikael mumbled as sleep started claiming him.

~ooooooooooooooooooooooooo~

Argis took a seat at a table while his Thane bathed. Morthal was a quite small town, but there was fear here. You could see it, hear it in the voices of others. He glance around, making sure things were safe for his Thane. He could hear his Thane in the room as he sat by the door, but still something was off.

He listened to conversations going on in the inn and yet none of it important.

He turned his head to the door when he heard sloshing water. His eyes glancing quickly to the other patrons, none of them were acting threatening, but his gut told him something was off.

"Argis?" Mikael questioned when he took a seat. He could feel his housecarl's unease. Sure there was something off about the town, but it wasn't that bad.

"Its nothing," Argis muttered, taking another swig of his mead to calm himself.

"Well the bath is empty if you want to take one," Mikael murmured, listening intently around them. His eyes narrowed when he heard mention of a burned out house. He sat up straighter when he heard that a wife and daughter had died in that fire.

"I'll be back in a moment, call if you need me," Argis warned. He was his housecarl but also his eyes. It was a job he did gladly. At first he had thought he would need to lead this man around but that wasn't the case. Mikael could fight, though he used magic quite often, but it didn't matter. What he lacked in sight he made up with in his other sense. He knew when the enemy was coming before he did. He could smell trouble lot before they met it. As for reading a person, Mikael was scary good at it, he listened to the voice of a person. Once Mikael told him that every emotion could be heard in someone's voice even if they were trying to hide it. No Mikael wasn't an invalid, not by a long shot.

He took his bath quickly, not caring that the water was almost cold. He listened carefully to Mikael as he sat near the door. Right now the man was unprotected, he would see the danger coming but he would hear it, or feel it. At least he hope, but that wasn't always the case. The dark Brotherhood assassin, that one had been able to sneak up on them. Mikael hadn't heard or felt that one coming. It wasn't until the blade was almost at Mikael's throat before he was aware. Then the shout had coming and the assassin laid in a crumple heap outside of the tent.

He dried himself quickly, putting on his clean armor and headed back to Mikael. He stopped dead when he saw a woman leaning over the table talking to Mikael. Her cleavage of display, almost hanging out of her dress, her voice dropped low trying to entice the man. He thought about stepping in, but decided not to when he saw the smirk on his Thane's face.

She was a pretty lass, long brown hair the flowed, her chest ample, her face still soft. He wouldn't have minded taking a go at the woman, but he couldn't, his duty came first, his lusts second.

Argis grinned as his Thane rose to his feet and followed the female into their rented room. He didn't mind, the night was still young and if necessary he would sleep by the fire. Though he didn't like the idea of leaving his Thane unprotected.

Argis sat calmly, drinking his mead, ignoring the quiet moans from the woman. He stared at his third mead still waiting patiently for his Thane.

He glanced out the window, noticing an hour had passed already. He would have been worried if he didn't still hear the woman's now louder moans.

He dozed where he sat, started awake by a loud scream. His hand automatically going for his sword. Then he realized what that scream was. His eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the door where his Thane had disappeared to with the female. She was now shout out for Talos, while the headboard banged harshly against the wall.

"If he breaks the bed, he pays for it," the barkeep warned as he too stared incredulously at the door.

"Don't worry he will," Argis muttered, a blush tinging his cheeks. He glanced around the room noticing the hungry looks on a few female faces. His head snapped back to the door when another shout was heard, this wasn't a normal shout but the Thu'um.

Argis worried that his Thane had shouted the poor girl to death, but ten minutes later the female limped out, a satisfied smirk on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, hair dishevelled. She looked well used for one round. A moment later his Thane walked out, his hair neat, he didn't look warn out of that vigorous coupling. If it had been him doing what he heard to a female, he would need sleep for a few hours or more. And yet his Thane look as if nothing more than an idle chat had happened. "Did the bed survive?" Argis asked, not sure what else to say. He remembered the barkeep's warning and had to ask.

"Barely," Mikael answered, but Argis noticed a confused look on his face. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask what was wrong.

"Good, the barkeep said if you break the bed, you have to pay for a new one," He warned his Thane.

"Yeah, kind of figured that. When we get back to the Greybeards, I have a few questions for them." Mikael muttered, he shook his head in exasperation. What had happened in that bedroom had been a first for him. He had been with many females, but never so vigorously. The worst part, it hadn't totally satisfied him. Sure he had release, but it hadn't been enough, the female had been too docile. If his sex life was going to be like this from now on, he wanted answers.