All at once I snap. I grab the ground by the front of his armor and rench the sword from his belt before shoving backwards and bashing his head against the stone wall next to the door. I slam his head against the wall with so much force that it dents the steel helmet he's wearing. GODS PLEASE MAKE THAT KHAJIIT SHUT UP! I spin around and face the table I've just walked away from. His voice is so loud, I can think of nothing else but shutting him up. "SHUT UP!" everyone I the hall jumps in surprise and stares at me. But I don't care; I just want J'zargo to SHUT UP! "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I charge back to the table. The imperial sword is clutched in my hand, and all I can think of doing is plunging the blade of the sword into J'zargo's throat. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

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CHAPTER 14

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Okan nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard Asum begin to yell. Whipping around Okan watched as Asum charged at the table; imperial sword in hand; head feathers standing straight up in rage. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" jumping to his feet Okan grabbed Asum's shoulders, "Asum what are you do-!" but Okan found himself cut off as the air seemed to explode away from Asum; lifting the older argonian not only off his feet but hurling him backwards; slamming him against the wall and knocking the breath out of his lungs. Staggering to his feet Okan instinctually reached for his greatsword only to remember he didn't have one. across the hall Asum let out a roar of rage and lashed out at J'zargo who lept out of his seat and across the table to avoid the blade that cleaved the chair he had been sitting in; in half .

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Okan began to run planting one of his hands on the table Okan swung his body over the table and landed in front of Asum grabbing the youngling's shoulders Okan did his best to wrestle the sword from Asum's hand only to have another wave of air; this one more powerful than the last lift him off the ground and hurl him back across the chamber. But this time he was not alone. Everyone In the hall seemed to be effected by this blast. The table they had been eating at was reduced to splinters, the plates, goblets and cutlery went flying smashing into pieces as it hit the wall. The other students like Okan are hurled through the air and slam into the walls. However they do not get to their feet nearly as fast as Okan did. Gasping for breath Okan moved to get up again only to feel several of his ribs lance at him in pain; gasping in pain Okan dropped to his knees, the familiar yet alien feeling of broken ribs was strong enough to keep him from moving.

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Only Savos had not been thrown away. Okan watched as the ancient dark elf brought his hands up and overcharge a spell before releasing the magic and letting twin bolts of lightning fly at Asum. The spells seemed to be at full power and yet it barely made Asum stagger as the bolts hit him and seemed to dissipate around him; leaving him mostly unharmed. Growling and fighting past the pain in his ribs Okan staggered over to J'zargo who was kneeling on the ground with his claws covering his head. Okan could smell the blood dripping from the khajiit's nose, eyes and ears. Planting his feet Okan brought his hands up. "ASUM STOP!" Asum growled. "HE'S UNWORTHY TO KEEP LIVING! HE NEEDS TO DIE! HIS DEATH WILL BRING GLORY!" Okan's eyes widened. he knew that line; and his blood turned to ice as he remembered where he had heard it from.

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But his shock turned to horror as Asum raised his sword and charged at him. dropping down to one knee Okan grabbed the younger argonian around the waist and lifted his feet off the ground before slamming Asum down on his back. Drawing his arm back Okan had to resist his instinct to make his claws extend; and only punch Asum with his fist. As Asum recovered from the punch Okan felt his eyes widen again as he found Asum's eyes were a cloudy grey not the faintly hinted blue that they had been moments before. but his moment of observation cost him. Okan let out a sob of pain as he felt Asum punch his already broken ribs before rolling him off and clambering to his feet. Okan watched as Asum threw his hand out only the have the imperial sword that had been knocked free; magically fly into his grip again. Trying to stand Okan growled as he felt pain lance through his ribs. It was too much; the pain was making his legs shake so badly that he couldn't stand up.

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He watched as Asum neared the still injured J'zargo who was too injured to even fight back. Okan watched as Asum drew the sword up over his head. "ASUM NO!" twin bolts of lightning arched and struck Asum crackling and dispersing like they had done before. however unlike before the bolts did not vanish as Savos slumped against the wall casting the lighting spell. And although it was not enough to completely stop Asum; it was strong enough to prevent him from finishing the attack. And yet Okan could see the prolonged spell beginning to take effect. The air around Asum was beginning to glow and Okan could smell the ozone building up in the air. A moment later the lighting vanished Okan felt his eyes widen as Asum began to bring his sword down. A hair's width from J'zargo head Asum froze; his body bathed in a eerie green light. Then slowly Asum pitched forward and feel to the floor his body still frozen in place. Across the hall Okan heard Savos speak. "never underestimate paralysis."

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Rushing forward Okan gripped Asum's shoulder and rolled him over onto his back; while at the same time pulling the sword from his grip and tossed it across the floor and to the other side of the room. Asum was still conscious, his eyes jerked from side to side Okan could easily read the anger in….. "his eyes." a moment later Savos was kneeling next to him. Okan watched as Savos put his fingers around Asum's eyes. "SLEEP." Asum's eyes widened for a moment before rolling up into the back of his head. A second later the paralysis spell ended and Asum's body went limp. Okan felt Savos sink to the floor. "you ok?" Okan shook his head. "did he get you?" again Okan shook his head. "his eyes." Savos cocked his head at him. "what about them?" Okan reached out and ran his fingers through Asum's head feathers. "they were silver." Savos shrugged. "so?" Okan looked at him. "Asum's eyes are green. Not silver."

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BRANKA'S POV

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Slowly Branka made her way up the slope of the throat of the world. Her mind was a jumbled mess. what she had learned…but She was torn from her thoughts as she stepped out onto the flat surface of the mountain top and greeted by a sight she'd never seen before. when she had left high hrothgar there had been a few dragons near the summit of the mountain. Now from her spot in the snow Branka could see many more dragons of all shapes, sizes and color flying and roosting on and around the mountain. Her eyes even found the dead form of a skeletal dragon amongst the otherS. As she stared she felt the ground behind her shudder slightly. Turning Branka found that Paarthurnax had landed behind her and had craned his neck so he could look her in the eyes as he spoke. "we feel the unnatural energies. They seep into our world, like mud in the water. The Dovah gather here at the site of our most sacred existence, to await the coming storm. would you...like to wait with your kin dovahkiin?"

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ASUM'S POV

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He was standing outside. Looking around Asum smiled as he found himself in the familiar surroundings of his home village. Right now he was standing in the middle of the village center, and in front of him he could see the path that would lead him to the wise women's hut, on the edges of the nearby swamp. Following the path Asum soon found himself leaving the village behind and traveling along the long narrow pat on his own. Stopping at the very edge of the village Asum knelt down and picked up a small blue lantern that hung from the side of a post; holding a lit torch. Lifting the lantern up Asum ignited the oils inside and adjusted the light before continuing further down the trail. Using the lantern to light his path Asum ducked and dodged gnarled tree branches and overgrown patches of reeds, and fungus before finding himself in front of the wise women's hut.

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Stepping up to the door Asum knocked on the ancient wooden door before standing back so it could be opened. Moments later the door creaked open and Asum smiled at the anceint and withered looking argonian who opened it. "Greetings wise woman." The argonian smiled at him showing a smile that had several teeth missing. "Asum. I've told you call me….ochiva." Asum smiled and bowed his head. "sorry, ochiva. Force of habit." Ochiva only smiled back and gestured for him to come inside. Stepping into her hut Asum shuddered as the cold evening air was replaced by the warm, humid air of the hut. As he watched ochiva prepare a seat for him Asum cast his gaze around the hut; his eyes instantly finding the large obsidian cauldron that sat over the firepit; its contents bubbling away. "what's in the cauldron?" ochiva smiled. "some posion for the local skull lord." Asum nodded. "it was well known that his home village lay in the middle of skull territory. But a deal worked out by his village founders and the original skull lords kept the 2 groups at peace. The skull warriors would protect and honor the village's boarders. And in exchange the village would leave an offering to them. as well as offer up 2 male and female children every 5 years to be trained as skull warriors.

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"so Asum why have to come to see this withered old lizard?" Asum sighed and ran his hand through his head feathers. This time when he spoke, he found the words flowing out of him, asthough someone else was speaking them. "I'm having nightmares again. Always the same. I'm standing on the stairs and there is a door in front of me. But when I go to touch it 2 guards grab me and throw me down the stairs and away from the door." Asum watched as ochiva stirred the bubbling brew before turning to him. "Asum dreams are not just flitting fancies or ideas. They mean something. You must uncover the source or reason behind these nightmares." Asum sighed again. "I know. But I can't think of anything." There was silence for a moment before ochiva spoke again. "could it have something to do with your family?" Asum felt his scales prickle, but if ochiva noticed she ignored it.

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"I mean it's no small secret that your family is not…" Asum could tell she was trying to find a way to put her thought into words without hurting his feelings. You can say it. They don't want me. If they could they would remove the crest from my back and caste me out into the streets." Ochiva's feathers flattened against her head a sign of sadness. "Asum I'm sure your family-" but Asum cut her off. "Ochiva; I haven't spoken to anyone but my brother for 2 years. He's the only one in my family who will talk to me." Again Ochiva's head feathers flattened. "they do not know how special you are." Asum shook his head. "I'm NOT special. I'm a disappointment." This time when ochiva spoke it was with defiance in her voice. "no. you're not. You are wise beyond your years youngling. You're smart, kind, and have a subtle talent for magic." Asum could tell that she was trying to be nice. it had taken him 5 months to learn the simple healing spell she had taught him. "Ochiva. I appreciate you trying to make me feel better but….i think I need to get away from all this. Just leave the village for a while."

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AN:) WELL FOLKS CHAPTER 14 IS UP AND DONE. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT.

SO NOW WE HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF ASUM'S HOME LIFE.

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HOPE TO HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON. THINGS WILL REALLY START MOVING FAST. SO TRY AND KEEP UP.