Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim (I just own Kirmir and Reamra)

I'm skipping the Riverwood and Whiterun and going straight to Bleak falls barrow. All dialogue is not in the game but of my own random creation.

Reamra cut down another draugr when the stupid dark elf came up behind her. Sensing his downward swing, she leaned to the right and lifted her shield. The knife bounced of the steel and Reamra whipped around; her sword slicing through both leather and flesh easily.

"The treasure is mine." The dark elf gurgled as blood dribbled out of his mouth. The elf fell faces first as his final breathe left him.

Reamra leaned against the wall between the burial beds, carved into the walls, fighting the nausea.

"It never gets easier." Kirmir said as he rolled the elf over with his foot and began patting him down, looking for something.

"Fantastic." Reamra thought. All she could look forward in the miserable place was more death.

"Don't worry Rea; everything beyond this point is neither living nor dead." Kirmir said, standing up with a dragon paw made from gold. Reamra looked at her companion with confusion.

"What is that for?"

Kirmir looked around the big room, they were resting in before responding, and "These are very ancient Nordic crypts. If my memories serve me correctly before we reach the resting place where the dragon stone rests; this will come in handy."

Reamra shook her head, but said nothing. Kirmir's memory of thing built and done by the Ancients had save her life more than once in this godforsaken place.

Reamra followed him as he led the way deeper into the Barrows. The short hall led them into a room similar to the one they had just left. The sound of draugrs waking up sounded.

"I'm done with the undead." Kirmir growled as he summoned a ball of lightning in his hand and threw it at the nearest one. Reamra watched the draugr jerk and twitch before crumbling to ashes. She stared at him with a shocked looked, an instant before it was replaced with anger.

"If you could just disintegrate them, why didn't you do that from the start?!" her voice shook slightly with rage.

He just shrugged, "I hope they might present some semblance of a challenge."

"And the undead don't do that." Reamra received a drool look.

"I fight demons from multiple dimensions. Dead things tend to lack the cunningness of immortal fighters." Kirmir quickly dispatched the other dead entities in a similar fashion, while Reamra sighed and shook her head. For the life of her, Reamra will never understand the man in front of her. For one moment he was the nicest person there is and the next he's the deadliest thing since the Oblivion Crisis. He had this dark aura that surrounded him that caused even the toughest of people to shy away from him, and the fact that he wields a massive sword and has twelve daggers strapped to various parts of his body.

Reamra followed him through numerous hallways, each of them taking out the draugr closest to them. When they entered a hall that had intricate carvings on the walls, Kirmir stopped and examined them.

Reamra watched him carefully as he bent down and studied the walls

"This is wrong." She heard him whisper

Stepping forwards and looking at the carving of four people standing above ten mask wearing persons.

"Why is this wrong?" She asked.

"It wasn't the dragonborns that subdued and sealed the dragon Priests. It was the demon triad." The tremor in his voice was barely noticeable. Reamra looked at the back of Kirmir's head as he continued to study the wall. He stood up, very suddenly and when he spoke his voice was cold and unforgiving.

"Let's move on."

Reamra follow silently as they approached the end of the hall. Carved in to the wall were three rings with a small metal depicting an animal.

Kirmir handed her the golden claw before turning to face the wall again.

"Again tell me what the importance of this hunk of metal is?" Reamra asked.

Kirmir gave her a half-smile before he began turning the rings.

"Twice for the two sides for the soul." He rambled as he turned the two bottom rings twice.

He reached for the claw and Reamra handed it over without a word. Kirmir jammed it into the center holes and twisted roughly. Reamra watched in surprise as the top two ring spun and the wall began to lower itself.

Reamra looked at Kirmir and the smug look on his face angered her.

"Oh shut it." She snarled as he began to walk up the newly revealed stairs.

The two of them walked into was grotto. Reamra took a breathe and looked around. The scene was beautiful, with green grass growing under boot; waterfalls had cut a small river through the rock and separating the rest of the place from a raised dais.

Reamra spotted a strange looking wall at the back of the dais. For the strangest reasons, the wall called out to something deep inside her.

Reamra walked across the small bridge, towards the wall.

Kirmir watched Reamra walk towards the Word Wall with great interest. He knew similar wall were scattered all over Skyrim's landscape. Each holding a script of the Dragonborn's history.

Reamra stopped in front of the wall, looking at the lines and dots carved into the surface. Her eyes scanned the carvings and without knowing what the markings meant, she knew instinctively that she should continue reading.

The more she looked the better of an idea of the meaning; until the word and their meanings just formed in her head

Het nok Faal Vahlok, deinmaar do Dovahgolz ahrk aan Fus do unslaad rahgol ahrk vulom.

Here lies the Guardian, keeper of the Dragonstone and a Force of eternal rage and darkness.

There was a sensation within her chest that expanded until it filled her entire being. An unexplainable power rose within her and spoke a single word.

"FUS!"

Reamra felt the power fade, leaving only a perfect understanding of the word. It would force anyone or thing out of her way is she so desired it.

"Rea." Kirmir's voice drifted into her ears; "Tiid govey het." (Time to remove [ourselves from] here)

A sharp cracking sound drew both of their attention to the coffin, near the wall. The lid had been blown of the top and the hand of a draugr appeared.

Kirmir cursed and drew Ebony, "Rea, Faal Vahlok Lahney!" (The Guardian lives!)

Reamra didn't know why the words made sense to her but they did and it terrified her. She'd never been one to learn different languages and now, suddenly this strange language made perfect sense to her.

Reamra's thought process was interrupted by a large great sword, swinging towards her.

Angling her shield so the sword would bounce over her crouching form, harmlessly, Reamra drove the tip of her sword into the draugr's gut.

The creature grunted and swung again for her, only to find its blade blocked by Kirmir's own blade. Taking advantage of the pause, Reamra withdrew her blade and drove it through the creature's heart. Seeing the blue light dim in the creature's eyes, Reamra barely made it when she heard Kirmir growl, "duck."

Pulling her head down, Reamra felt the air as Ebony slice through both the air and the draugr's flesh easily. Reamra risked a quick glance at the falling draugr and noticed the faint blue light escape from the creature's mouth. Reamra followed it and watched in sink into the center of Kirmir's chest. As it did, Kirmir, for a moment, was no longer the handsome Nordic man, but a black skinned creature with red line emanating from its red eyes. Then Kirmir looked like Kirmir again.

"What was that." She asked breathlessly

He looked down at her with his red eyes, "That is the curse I bear."

Muhahahahaha! I'm sorry I just fell in love with this cliff hanger. Sorry 'bout the longer upload time, had three other stories to write and upload (all of which are still not finished. Curse my life). Don't curse me. Please. Just don't. anywho, Review. They are amazing and always fun to read. Ciao