Final Chapter

Spending at least three days in the Five Claws inn, Krazak figured by now, they were in the clear. Now he could hopefully bring Mac to The Imperial City, without any ambushes. So today, it was time for Mac to give his farewell to Heilig, the lady crusader in the making.

He gently shook Mac to wake him up. "Come on, Mac. It's time to head out. Go say goodbye to your friend." Krazak instructed.

Mac looked at Krazak, having a bit of a sad expression on his face, mixed with tired, since he just woke up. He nodded, and slowly got off the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawned.

"Is this your last stay?" The Argonian asked.

"Yes." Krazak then leaned to her, over the counter. "You never saw us, understand?"

The Argonian gave a suspicious look, her eyes narrowing. "I see. Perhaps we'll keep this under the table." The Argonian said, understanding.

"Good." Krazak said, then grabbing Mac's hand and walked out the door with him, seeing the grey, dull sky. But that wasn't all he saw. He then saw Mythic Dawn people were coming in through the west gate, as two dead Leyawiin guards lied on the ground. Krazak pulled Mac back in the inn, and slammed the door. "Damn. They found us."

"What are you talking about?" The Argonian asked, in a worried tone.

"Hide. These people are dangerous." Krazak warned, without explanation.

As much as The Argonian suspected they were criminals, she would rather not die by their hands. She did as told, and hid behind the counter.

Krazak peaked through the door, taking a look at where they could go to get past these people. They were starting to spread out, looking for them. "Spread out. Find the Orc, and the one known as Mac." One demanded.

Two were approaching the inn, Krazak behind the door, pulling Mac to his side. "Alright, Mac. We're gonna have to take these guys out. As soon as they come through that door, we jump them."

Mac nodded, as he then readied himself, to jump for whoever he would target.

The door was kicked open, as two Mythic Dawn came walking in, swords in hand. "Now." Krazak said, as Mac and him jumped towards them, Mac punching the back of the head of a Mythic Dawn member. Krazak grabbed the member's head and wrapped his arm around his neck, and strangled him.

Krazak knocked the member unconscious, as did Mac, though he was still beating him over the head, until he didn't hear any more grunts from the Mythic Dawn member. Mac then stood up and looked at Krazak, wanting to know what to do next.

Krazak looked through the door again, thinking that they had to make their next move, and fast. He saw the west gate, seeing it was watched by two Mythic Dawn. He could try the east gate, but this one was closer, along with the horse stables being on this side of the town.

"Mac. Stay here, I'll be right back." Krazak said. "And I mean it. Stay here, or my plan won't work." Krazak added, showing he had a plan.

Normally, Mac would refuse to leave his side, but he grew to do as told more often now. Mac nodded and then hid next to The Argonian.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, Mac. I promise." Krazak said, as he then stepped out the door, and gently closed it. He remembered there was a smithery near the inn, known as The Dividing Line. Krazak examined his surroundings, seeing it was right there, nearby, while there were no Mythic Dawn around, probably most of them being in other buildings. He quickly snuck his way to the entrance of the shop, as he slowly opened the door, and walked in.

"Hey! What are you doing in here!?" The Argonian blacksmith said, with a balding Nord next to him.

Krazak shushed him, his finger on his lip. "Do you want those people running in here!?" He said, quietly.

"What are you talking about?" The Argonian asked, somehow not knowing about the attack.

Krazak figured if he told them about the Mythic Dawn they wouldn't believe him. "There are dangerous people out there, and they're looking for me and this boy I'm bringing to the Imperial City."

"Than maybe it would be better if I let them know you're here." The Argonian threatened.

"Sure, and your reward will be your business burning down with you in it." Krazak pointed out as he then saw a bow right on the table. A steel bow. Just what he needed. "Listen. I need to get out of here. Once I do, I'll inform Urial Septim about this and have guards deal with this. I just need to borrow your bow and a couple of arrows to get out of here."

"Unless you have the gold, no deal." The Argonian, his eyes narrow.

"Sir, what good is gold if he's trying to save our lives?" The Nord pointed out, actually wanting to help Krazak.

The Argonian sighed. "Fine. I guess I can spare a bow and some arrows."

Krazak grabbed the steel bow and tested the string, seeing it was really strong. He was then handed a quiver of dwarven arrows, that had yellow steel sharp ends. He took them and looked at The Argonian and Nord. "Thank you. I'll bring it back if I can, I promise."

"Just go. If they're as dangerous as you say, then get them out as soon as you can." The Argonian said.

Krazak nodded and slowly opened the door, and checked his sides, seeing there were none near him still. He stepped out and closed the door behind him, and quickly snuck back to the inn. He then heard a scream coming from the east gate, but sadly, he didn't have time to help whoever was in trouble. He felt bad, but he had to get out of here as soon as he could. Krazak snuck his was back to the inn, and saw that Mac and The Argonian innkeeper were still safe.

"Mac. Come on, we're getting out of here." Krazak said, as Mac out and hugged Krazak, happy to see him. Krazak then handed Mac the bow, Mac curious of what he was given. "Here, you're going to use this." Krazak said. "Follow me, Mac."

Mac looked at the bow, along with the quiver he was handed, and had it strapped to his back. Mac nodded, ready to do as told.

Krazak brought him to the back of the inn, as the roof was low enough for Krazak to boost him up. "Here, climb my back and get on the roof." Krazak instructed.

Mac climbed up his back, getting one foot on top of the other of Krazak's body, and climbed up the ledge of the roof, pulling himself up. He would then get a view of the two Mythic Dawn guarding the west gate.

"Mac. When I give you the signal, you'll shoot the guard to your left. Understand?" Krazak said, hoping he understood.

Mac nodded, and looked at the bow, starting to figure out how it worked. And he did, as soon as he trailed his fingers on the string of the bow. Mac placed an arrow on the string and drew it back, while he aimed for the Mythic Dawn to his left.

Mac could see Krazak creeping up to one of the members, as he hid behind a small cobblestone wall, almost lying on the ground to hide. He kept his eye on Krazak, waiting for him to give the signal.

Krazak peaked his head from the edge, he could see both of them. Krazak turned his head to Mac, and did a gesture, sliding his thumb over his neck, telling him to shoot.

Mac nodded, and let go of the string, as the dwarven arrow flew towards The Mythic Dawn, and watched as the arrow pierced right through his skull, his body falling to the ground. Krazak then came in and sunk his sword right through the man's chest, after covering his mouth. He threw the body down, and then motioned his head to Mac, telling him to come down.

Mac jumped down and put the bow on his back, and ran to Krazak's side. Krazak then opened the gate, and ran out, letting Mac through first. He then saw that the owner of the horse stable was burned alive by fire magic. A poor end for an honest man. "Mac, there might be some saddles in the house. Get one and bring it here."

Mac nodded and ran in, fetching a saddle. He came back out, carrying one completely made of leather, and handed it to Krazak. Krazak examined it for a moment, to see it was very well made. He saddled up the white horse they were going to use to get to the Imperial City as quick as they could. Krazak hoped on, and pulled Mac up. "Hang on, Mac. It's gonna get rough." He warned, as he then kicked the sides of the horse and cracked the reins, and the horse galloped forward, busting through the gate that kept them in.

Krazak followed the path he could see, coming across sharp turns and the view of the river by his side. It would be nice to look at, though he was running for his life as of now. He then came across a bridge, and a small lodge, then another bridge up ahead, but he could see Mythic Dawn standing there, with the bridge blocked, by debris. Krazak stopped the horse for a moment, and took a good look at the bridge. There was no other way to get past them. Krazak looked back at Mac. "Hang on tight Mac." Krazak warned. Mac nodded, and held on tight.

Krazak cracked the reins, and then made the horse gallop forward, as Krazak let out a growing war cry, as the horse went faster and faster, and burst right through the road block, that was wagons and piles of wood, now flying everywhere "It's Krazak! Stop him!" One of the Mythic Dawn members called out.

Karzak ran past the bridge and followed the path. After continuing the path forward, he would come across another big town, where he ran past a horse stable, with a sign on the other side of the road that showed the direction to the Imperial City, straight ahead. He going down the path, and Mac poked his back, and pointed back, to show they were being tailed by Mythic Dawn on horses.

"Shoot at them!" Krazak instructed.

Mac nodded and turned around, as he pulled an arrow back and aimed towards the Mythic Dawn, and shot an arrow right to his shoulder, as he would fall off his horse. The other one got closer and pulled a dagger out and swung towards Krazak, but Krazak drew his sword and slashed the Mythic Dawn right on his neck, cutting right through. The body then fell off the horse, giving them some time to focus on the path and see which would lead where.

With a sharp turn and following the straight path, he came across two inns that were on opposite sides of the roads. He then came across a fork on the road, a sign showing where the entrance to the Imperial City was. And that was to the left fork on the road. He turned to the left, coming across what was known as, 'The old Bridge.' There were more Mythic Dawn waiting for them, as he rammed right through them, hearing the sound of shattering skulls against the horse's body. "After them!" A member shouted.

Krazak looked back, to see there were four of them on horseback chasing after him. "You know what to do Mac!" Krazak said.

Mac drew his bow and aimed it to the Mythic Dawn, nailing one right on the chest, but they stayed on their horse. Some threw fireballs and lightning bolts their way, but none hit. Krazak looked forward, to see the entrance in the distance. "We're almost there Mac! Just han-" They would then see as there were magic sigils on the ground, and then ground erupted in fire, as they were thrown off the horse, both hitting the hard, stone ground, the horse running around in a blazing inferno.

Krazak stood up and picked up Mac, as then they were surrounded, by Mythic Dawn. "An ambush." Krazak said, as him and Mac stood together, back to back. There was no where left to go, but Krazak had an idea. He looked at Mac. "Mac, I'm gonna clear a path for you, and when I do, you're gonna run for the Imperial City. You have to leave me behind."

Mac looked at Krazak, with a shocked expression. "I know it's hard to, but we have no choice. You have to get to Urial Septim. Tell the guards when you get in, and they should bring you to him."

Mac shook his head, not wanting to.

"Mac. Do it for me." Krazak said, looking at him, a sad expression his eyes were shown. His first sign of sadness that Mac had ever seen.

"Attack!" The Mythic Dawn then all charged at him.

Just what he wanted. Krazak grabbed Mac and threw him over the crowd, Mac landing on the ground, and pushed himself up. "GO MAC! RUN!" Krazak shouted, as he felt the cut of a dagger on the back of his head.

Mac started to draw tears around his eyes, as he then ran for the entrance as fast as he could, only hearing the sounds of his feet against the ground, and the sounds of metal clashing behind him.

Krazak blocked and cut all that was thrown at him. He then felt a dagger plunge into his back, and but pushed the attacker away, then felt another though his waist. Krazak clenched his eyes and let out a war cry, as he then pushed them all way, and threw his shield against one, hearing breaking bones. "Ancestors. All of my family. Give me strength." He said, clenching his sword with both hands. He then gave the Mythic Dawn a death glare, as he charged at one in front of him, and sunk his sword through his chest, and pulled it out, to turn and slash another.

A Mythic Dawn shot fire and hit his back, but Krazak took it. One charged at him with a dagger, but he caught his hand and plunged it through his eye, and bent his neck back, breaking it. Krazak turned and slashed two throats, then stomped right on the head of one still lying on the ground. Then came two daggers right through his back, Krazak roaring in pain. But the adrenaline was kicking in. He grabbed their head and pulled as hard as he could, hearing to loud snaps from their necks.

Three came in at the same time, firing lighting out of their hands and hitting Krazak, stunning him for a moment, and all plunged their daggers right through his chest, but Krazak wasn't dead yet. He stabbed his sword through two heads, and grabbed the last one by the head, and sunk his thumbs right through his eyes, feeling the eyes squish under his thumbs.

He threw the body down, as he caught his breath. He looked around, seeing they were all dead. Everyone that even scratched him. He then looked down, to see his body was filled with stab wounds and blood, all across his body. His legs felt weak, as he fell to the ground, and saw the blood that dripped to the ground. Krazak's eyes were beginning to blur, as he began to lose feeling at his finger tips, against the cold ground. He looked up, to see the little grey shirted blur that was Mac, still running. He smiled, as clenched his fist. "You're my boy... Mac..." Krazak fell to the ground, his body losing heat, and motion.

Mac kept running for the entrance, as he then saw legionaries stand by the entrance. "Quickly, Mac! Inside!" One said, as he then escorted him to Urial Septim. Running down the streets of The Imperial City, the Legionary lead Mac to a large, circular building, and brought him all the way upstairs, to bring him to a man with a fancy purple robe, and long white hair. "Your grace! We have brought the boy!"

He had a shocked expression on his face, though it seemed hope filled. "He did it. He brought the boy." Urial Septim said, in a celebratory tone of voice, though calm. "But where's Krazak?"

The Legionary shook his head. "I'm not sure. We will look for him soon, your grace."

Urial Septim nodded, as he then looked at Mac, seeing his tear filled eyes. It gave Urial a sense of what really happened. He kneeled in front of him, and showed him a small cup of water. "Here, drink this. You must be exhausted."

Mac looked at the cup, and then drank it, though slowly. Mac finished the drink, as he had a drowsy expression, then fell to the ground, asleep.

"Sir?" The Legionary asked, confused.

Urial Septim looked at The Legionary. "I saw it, in my dream, it played out as him not recognizing me, and in the prison. I will not risk changing the way how fate planned our meeting. For it could alter the end of this crisis." Urial Septim explained. "Bring the boy to the prison, but make sure he is well nourished." Urial Septim ordered.

The Legionary bowed, and picked Mac's sleeping body up. "Your wish is my command, your grace." The Legionary said, as he then carried him off, to the city dungeon.

20 years later...

In the his Chamber, Mac sat on the cold stone ground, right next to his small table, with a tan cup and jug. Filled with nothing at the moment, as he felt the sun's rays coming from the small, barred window.

He looked at the cell door, to see that there was that dark elf, still talking bad to him, calling him, 'A piece of human trash,' or saying, 'You're going to die here,' like he always did. Funny thing is, Mac didn't even know why he was here. Why was he here?

He then heard chatter coming from the stairs, and walked to the door, hearing the steps come closer.

"Hey. Do you hear that? It's the guards. They're coming, for you. He he he ha ha." The dark elf laughed.

"My sons... they're dead, aren't they?" The deep, yet familiar voice said, coming closer.

"We aren't certain, sire. The messenger only said they were attacked." Another male voice said.

"No... they're dead, I know it." The deep voice said, in a sad tone.

"My job is to protect you, sire." The female voice said, the group the revealing themselves.

"What's this prisoner doing here? This place is suppose to be off limits." The female guard said, in the fancy black and yellow armour.

"An unusual mix up, it would seem." The Imperial in armour said.

The female sighed. "Nevermind, let's go. We must not waste any time." She said. "Stand back, prisoner. We will not hesitate to kill you if we must." She warned.

Mac nodded and stood back, as they all walked in, and stood by the chains that hung from the ceiling. The male guard stood in front of him. "Stay right where you are."

The white haired man looked at Mac, with a surprised expression. "You... I've seen you..."

END.