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They were just trotting out of Markarth Stronghold when Kiran noticed something skirting around them.

Kiran brought Silver's reins in closer, and the mare stopped. "Ria? Did you see that?" She asked in a whisper, and her sister stopped her horse too. Ria nodded quietly, her green eyes searching the area.

A flash of gold and Silver reared up, Kiran falling to the ground.

"My lady!" Ria cried and dropped down from her horse to help Kiran to her feet. She clutched Kiran's small hand in her own tightly as Foresworn looters gathered around them both. "We're trapped, Mya…" Ria whispered, and the Lost Princess nodded.

"I know."

But she wasn't going without a fight. Kiran had her sword in hand, though she knew she would not be able to use it properly against these men.

She bit and clawed and kicked, but they took her and Ria away to an old temple's ruins anyway.

Most of them had laughed at her fierceness, and called her horrible words when her blows connected, but not once was she harmed.

Lost Valley… Lost Valley something… Kiran thought to herself, trying to remember the name her septa had tried to teach her, as she gazed up at the crumbling stones.

They'd been given seats with men at their backs, but Ria could not walk, for she had injured her foot in the scuffle.

The man that rode at Kiran's back had fair hair and steel grey eyes that watched her every movement. He reminded her of an eagle her father had let her touch when she was little.

And somebody else. She told herself.

Her jaw dropped at the sight that greeted her as they rounded a hill.

The water fell from the mountain itself, and she could make out tall towers in the mist. The fog clung to the rocks like a babe to its mother, and it made the scene even more beautiful.

A small, but strong stream ran from it, and Silver slipped more than once as the man with the grey eyes tried to cross. Both times Kiran was ashamed to admit she'd let out a small gasp of nervousness, the horse she was on she'd known for years after all, and she had no reason to doubt the creature's judgement.

Even so, she was strangely comforted by the hand on her waist, and was glad when they finally crossed the small river.

The constant clicking of horse's hooves became a rhythm as they made their way up sets on stone stairs and under the huge pillars. She could see men and women standing as look outs, and heard them call out to their brothers in the group she was now in.

They stopped at a clearing inside the walls. The man hopped down first and pulled Kiran down as if she weighed no more than a doll.

They led the two girls up sets of stairs and into a small village of Foresworn.

Children ran naked through the throng of people gathering around the party, their laughter ringing clear in the midday air.

Kiran found herself smiling at the children who came up to them as they waited for the Sharman.

They all -for the most part- had hair as dark as her own, and Kiran wondered why Nords' hair was mostly gold.

"Who are you?" One little girl with big blue eyes asked. She was a skinny little thing, much how Kiran must have looked at her age.

"Kiran." She answered with a small smile.

"Kiirran…" the girl said, dragging it out as though it were a strange word.

"Aye, Kiran."

The little girl giggled and ran away to her friends, her long wild hair blowing behind her.

Every person present fell silent, and Kiran looked up expectantly.

A little old woman with long silver hair walked down the stone steps, a young woman garbed in yellow with her.

"Names?" The old woman rasped, and Kiran glanced quickly at Ria. Her sister looked just as lost as she, but Ria was being held like a babe by a man with red hair.

She'd hurt her ankle and couldn't walk, Kiran remembered.

"My name is Kiran, and the other maid over there is Ria."

"You are both still maids? Then you shall take your pick from the men in my tribe." She told Kiran, and for a moment, Kiran was Mya Reede again.

The old woman looked at her as if she were a god, something one rarely -if ever - saw in their life.

"The dragons live on then," she muttered, and shared a knowing look with Kiran. She knows who I am. Kiran thought panicky.

"At least Mya had a good life, some day soon I'll join her in Sovrengarde. "

With that, the old woman wandered back up the steps and the doors opened for her with magicka.

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