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It's been a week since we conquered Whiterun and surprisingly there has been no signs of elvish retaliation. I walk out and look to the city. It has reverted to its shell and would take more gold than Skyrim has to rebuild. I walk down towards the dungeons , remembering my promise to Galmar. I walk up to the door and open it. The dungeons seemed much gloomier but I repressed this thought as I was already rather depressed because I wasn't sure whether Galmar's wife and child were in here. I walk into the dark and gloomy dungeons and go into the room where most of the cells were. I walk around them all but I can't find anyone but the old "Jarl" of Whiterun.
"Woman and child. Where are they?" I demand through the bars.
"Why would I tell you!" He yells back.
"Do you need an answer!" I say, pulling an arrow from the quiver.
"Gone. Sent them to Winterhold for the exclusive coming of King Heceriil." He says.
"Gods above." I sigh.
I slam my fist off of a nearby barrel in a rage, I had always hated Winterhold there was too much magic. It was on the north eastern tip of Skyrim which was , more or less, right next to Summerset. I walk back into Dragonsreach , which in comparison to the previous ruin wasn't that bad. I find Brynjolf and Ralof in the main hall and tell them the news.
"I need to go to Winterhold." I say, rather bluntly.
"Why?" They both ask.
"One the Heceriil will be there and two Galmar's family." I explain.
"And tell me how do you intend to get there?" Ralof asks.
"There's always a carriage at the stables." I say.
"I know that but it's more than a 5 day journey" Ralof says.
"Fair point." I say, starting to despair.
"Call Odahviing." Someone says from behind me.
I turn around. I see Farengar Secret-Fire.
"Farengar." I say taken slightly aback.
"Yes. It's me."
"How did you survive?" I ask.
"Easy. I ran."
"Where."
"Away."
"Is that the best you're going to give me?" I ask concluding the back and forth.
"Yes." He says.
"Is he even alive?" I ask. "I mean , I killed a lot of dragons a few years ago."
"It's worth a try." Ralof says.
I ponder whether I should risk using a shout of the specific shout mentioned for a while. I finally come to the decision of chancing it.
"Fine, I'll try." I say, hesitantly.
I signal to them to follow me up to the place I first trapped Odahviing.
"Stand back and if he arrives stay well back especially you ,Farengar." I say pointing him out specially. " OD AH VIING!" I shout to the sky.
I wait several minutes and see nothing. I knew it, I say to myself just as I was about to say the same to the others I hear a rumble from the sky. I turn and see the dragon coming down into the hall , looking slightly nervous , if dragons got nervous, in case of the dragon trap.
"Dovahkiin, what do you require?" He asks.
"I need safe journey to Winterhold." I reply.
"And how do you intend to get down safely?" He replies.
"I don't quite know." I admitted." Perhaps you could drop me within a reasonable height."
"And do you expect not to break your legs." He says, making a fair point.
"Drop me over a lake." I say.
"OK." He says.
I tell him to wait while I gather my equipment and speak with Ralof and Brynjolf.
"Ralof and Brynjolf." I say making a sudden revelation.
"Yes, boss." Brynjolf says with Ralof.
"Don't start,"I say , I always despised being called something which made me seem higher from the rest of the people I was with." How many children ,Non Mer children, have you seen?" I ask.
"None, actually." They both say, puzzled.
"And how many "explorer camps" have you seen?" I ask, getting more horrified with what I'm thinking.
"A good few, probably about 30 on the way here." Brynjolf says, Ralof agrees.
"Put two and two together. What do you think you would get?" I ask.
"Oh, Divines." Ralof says, Brynjolf still looks puzzled.
"Brynjolf, you look confused so let me say this. There are no Nord, Breton and such and there are plenty of camps all over the place." He still looks confused." They have taken children to learn High elvish beliefs!" I say.
He finally gets it.
"Oh, Talos." He says.
"And that's why you are both are coming with me to Winterhold." I say.
They reply with a nod. We walk up to Odahviing and climb on his scales to his back.
"Hold on tight." I say back to them.
Odahviing rises and the wind almost knocks me back to Dragonsreach but I manage to keep a good enough grip on his scales. As we rise into the clouds my breathing becomes shallower but I live with it. Despite we weren't outside of Nirn's atmosphere it felt as though it was. We were about halfway there when the clouds began to turn from pure white to a murky grey. It was a sure sign that we were going to have some bad weather. We didn't have to wait for any bad weather because after 5 minutes it started to rain heaily. I let out a sigh of annoyance because I was already soaked to the skin. I ask Odahviing
if we were close to where he planned to drop us.
"Are we close?" I ask.
"Yes." He says.
I take a sigh of relief at the fact we were close. He wasn't wrong, we were above the lake soon enough.
"Get ready to jump!" I shout back to Ralof and Brynjolf, I take a deep breath and jump.
I land in the water and almost freeze to death. The water was colder than The Throat of The World in winter. I swim to the shore and lay on the ground. I hear Brynjolf and Ralof behind me. They swim to the shore just as I lose consciousness...