A/N: I am just going to ignore whatever spartanshoes is posting, he clearly needs to stop being picky about what happens. Also, an important note: whenever people are not in combat, they takes off their helmet unless I say otherwise.
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Chapter 19: Training Time
"'Fires rising from camps north of Bruma since last night has yet to go out. Preliminary investigations suggests that these were bandit camps that had been harassing travellers from Skyrim. More details to come in the following days.'" Derkeethus read a post on the daily newspaper aloud during breakfast.
"I thought you said that we don't have enough men to deal with the bandits right now?" Derkeethus asked Janice who was cutting up her meal. "And where is Alduin? She should have finished her breakfast by now."
"She needs to rest after what Blasie did to her." Janice replied. "Must be some small time hero helping the travellers to get rid of the bandits, I suppose."
"You and I both know that no ordinary hero can do so much damage in so little time." Derkeethus rebutted. "You went out to kill them last night, didn't you?"
"Well, Skyrim was my homeland, I can't just ignore the fact that people from Skyrim are getting hurt. They are like kin, even if they don't see me as such." Janice stated, having lived in Skyrim and raised like a Nord will do that to anyone.
"You clearly have lost your cultural roots," Derkeethus commented. "No Khajiit will ever consider those racists as kin."
"Father didn't bother to teach me about the Khajiit traditions since my mother wants me to grow up with the Nords instead of being shunned by them. In any case, my mother always had the upper hand anyway." Janice answered. "What about you? You look like you were raised in Skyrim too."
"I was born and raised in Black Marsh, my parents were always busy though, so they employed a Nord woman to nurse me. We went to Skyrim when I was five since my father got promoted. I know enough of Argonian traditions to still be considered a true Argonian, unlike you." Derkeethus replied.
"At least I got to experience what it is like to be poor, not some snobbish rich kid like you." Janice retorted.
"If you two would stop arguing, I think Lydia here has something to report." Jane interrupted.
"What is it, Lydia?" Janice asked the former housecarl standing in the doorway.
"Your Majesty, I am glad to report that most of the army is ready for inspection." Lydia announced.
"Good, I hope they are as good as Cacco's Elites." Janice replied. "I will meet them after breakfast."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Lydia saluted before walking off.
"The reason I didn't want to teach you our traditions was that you were supposed to be dead. It is a direct contradiction to what the moon cycles dictate! I refuse to believe that you came back to life after what your mother did for you. Your true soul has been lost, replace by- by this spawn of Akatosh!" J'Zhar cried.
"You mean you knew about me being his daughter?" Janice asked. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"We knew alright, it is just that we refuse to believe it and wanted to raise you like we planned since your conception." Jane replied, trying to comfort the Khajiit beside her.
"What exactly happened at my birth?" Janice asked curiously.
"Well, it is a long story. It happened when I was in labour…" Jane started.
[Flashback, twenty years ago]
"Ahh!" Jane cried in pain as she delivers her child.
"A little further now," the midwife said.
"Hold my hands," J'Zhar offered the Khajiit. "Everything will be okay."
"Something is wrong, the head isn't coming out first." The midwife said in worry.
"What do you mean by that?" J'Zhar questioned. "You healers should know how to deliver a cub, right?"
"Yes, I mean, the cub is suppose to come out head first. If the head stays in there for too long, it could die." The midwife replied.
"No… No, tell me you can do something about it!" J'Zhar yelled in panic as Jane continue to cry out loudly in pain.
"I can try yanking it out by force, but it will increase the chance of dying." The midwife replied as she observe the cub, now halfway out.
"Okay… Okay… Just stay calm. It should be fine." J'Zhar tries to assure himself.
"Hey, little one. Please respond…" The midwife said as she place the newborn in some towels.
"She isn't breathing…" The midwife announced sadly as she observe the unmoving cub.
"No… She is the only thing I could feel proud of!" J'Zhar yelled in despair.
"The bloodline has been discontinued by my failure… Forgive me Talos." Jane whispered to herself as she recover.
"What do you mean by bloodline? And what does Talos got to do with it?" J'Zhar questioned as he collected the cub.
"Nothing, at least nothing you should know of yet." Jane replied as the midwife tend to the mother.
"What can we do? I want to be a father!" J'Zhar cried as he approach a healer that was assisting the midwife.
"Well, you can always go to Solitude and pray at the Temple of the Divines to see if the Divines are willing to resurrect your child." The healer replied.
"How are we going to go there before the body starts to decompose? I mean it is about two days from Riften to Solitude." J'Zhar asked.
"We can provide you with an amulet to be place around her neck, but that will cost you, a lot. The enchantment is strong and expensive and can only be used once." The healer said as she brought out a red case with gold trimmings.
"How much?" J'Zhar asked quickly.
"About fifty thousand gold pieces on top of your ten thousand gold bill for premium care in this hospital." The healer replied.
"This is about the price of our house!" J'Zhar exclaimed. "Should we do it?"
"If the cub can be saved, it is worth it." Jane replied as she rest against the bed.
"Can we do it on credit? We need to sell the house first." J'Zhar asked the healer.
"You can always sign off the house deed to us, you don't have to sell the house to other people. What house is it?" The healer informed.
"Honeyside." J'Zhar stated.
[Present day]
"Wait, wait. You are telling me that you both stayed in Honeyside? I bought that house just a few months ago, you could have said something!" Janice asked in surprise.
"Well, it is your house now, not ours anymore." Jane replied.
"You could have at least told me before you had father move everything to Markarth." Janice said. "I am sure Iona would have been a better helper than Aegis."
"Well, I always wanted to visit the Temple of Dibella, and I could go there everyday if I were staying in Markarth." Jane replied.
"Anyway, get on with the story." Janice said impatiently.
[Flashback]
"Fine house, very well then, here is the amulet." The healer said as he pull out a custom enchanted Amulet of Arkay.
"This is just an Amulet of Arkay! How is this going to stop decay? And we paid so much for that?! Ridiculous!" J'Zhar exclaimed.
"Well, it has been customly made and enchanted to stop decay. We only made it in Arkay's image was because He is the God of Death." The healer explained.
"Okay, so I just put it around her neck and it will work?" J'Zhar asked.
"Yes, but you need to hurry, the enchantment will only last a week." The healer said. "It is best you leave for Solitude now."
"Can you walk?" J'Zhar asked Jane.
"We will need a horse." Jane replied.
"I have one, I use it everyday to get to work." J'Zhar stated.
"Good, now help me up. I need to pack my things." Jane said.
"Let's go now." J'Zhar said as he paid the healers and carried Jane in one arm and the stillborn in the other.
{Solitude, two days later}
"I feel much better now, you don't have to carry me." Jane said to J'Zhar as he offered his hand to help Jane to dismount.
"Suit yourself." J'Zhar replied as he helped Jane dismount.
"What can I do for you?" The High Priestess greeted the Khajiits as they enter the temple.
"I have a stillborn child, I was told that if I prayed, the Divines may resurrect the child?" Jane asked.
"That is right, but first, are you loyal to the Divines?" The High Priestess asked.
I am the Dragonborn, someone who was gifted by the Divines, of course I am! What kind of a question is that? Jane thought, but she replied the opposite, "Yes, I am. I am close to Akatosh." In more ways than you know of, Jane thought.
"The Dragon God? Good, you should have more chances then, if you are also on good terms with Arkay." The High Priestess said.
"I have never done or considered doing necromancy." Jane replied.
"Very good, that just made your chances close to a hundred percent." The High Priestess said. "Sit down and we will prepare the ritual. It will cost you five thousand gold."
"Does everything have to cost so much?" J'Zhar complained as he handed the gold over. "That was my life-savings. We had to sell our house to get this amulet so that she doesn't decompose."
"Oh, in that case, we just need you to sign here and declare your income. Here is your gold back." The High Priestess said as she handed the Khajiit a form. "We will perform this service for free for the under privileged."
"Good, so how long do we have to wait?" J'Zhar asked as he filled the form.
"Should be ready in an hour. In the meantime, why don't you pray to the Divines? I am sure they will be willing to help you more." The High Priestess suggested.
{An hour later}
"We are ready to begin." The High Priestess said to the Khajiit couple.
"Place the stillborn in the centre of the circle and stand outside facing the shrines." The High Priestess instructed as she is joined by two brothers of the temple.
"Akatosh, God of Time, Arkay, God of Life and Death, Dibella, God of beauty, Mara, God of Love, Stendarr, God of Mercy, Zenithar, God of Work and Commerce, Shezarr, Kynareth, Goddess of the Heavens, the Winds, the Elements, and the Unseen Spirits of the Air, and Julianos, God of Wisdom and Logic, hear the pleas of these mortal couples for their offspring had untimely perished during childbirth!" The High Priestess and the brothers chanted.
"We request that you have mercy for these two lovers and bless their child with the chance for life!" The three priests chanted.
A soft glow surrounds J'Zhar, Jane and the stillborn. Not knowing what was happening, J'Zhar asked a monk who was watching, "What is going on?"
"Strange, that isn't suppose to be happening. Normally only the child will glow before waking up." The monk replied.
"I feel faint." Jane said before she blacks out.
{Aetherius}
[Present day]
"Wait, you mean you been to Aetherius?" Janice asked, rather curious.
"Only briefly, now if you don't mind, let me get on with the story." Jane said, rather annoyed.
[Flashback]
{Aetherius}
"Where are we?" J'Zhar asked before turning his head to the side. "And where did this green thing doing here, beside me?"
"Quiet, we are in the realm of the Divines." The green dragon spoke softly.
"Who are you?" J'Zhar asked. "More importantly, what are you?!" J'Zhar asked, feeling panic rising in him.
"I am your wife, J'Zhar! And what do you mean by what I am?" Jane, the blood dragon exclaimed, not knowing about her situation, except for the fact she can't get up.
"And my wife is a dragon like the one depicted in one of the Nordic ruins she brought me to? And where is my cub?" J'Zhar said to the dragon.
"A what? Oh… I see what you meant…" Jane said as she took a look at herself. "Well, believe it or not, I am Dragonborn. So this is what my dragonsoul looks like."
"Dragonborn? How could a woman of your frail looking stature be someone from myth? And there hasn't been a Dragonborn since Martin Septim!" J'Zhar exclaimed after letting the information sink in.
"Tiber Septim left a secret bloodline through my family of Khajiits. He thought it would be a good idea to hide it within a race that no one thought it was possible that a Dragonborn might appear as." Jane explained.
"So your real surname is Septim?" J'Zhar asked carefully.
"Yes. Where is our child though? And why did the Divines want to bring us here of all places?" Jane asked.
"Because we want to speak and test you before we give our blessings." A voice roared from somewhere.
"Who is that?!" J'Zhar yelled, frightened by how loud the voice was.
"I am Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time as you mortals address me." The voice roared.
"What did you mean by test? And where is my cub?" Jane demanded.
"Your cub is safe with me and the other 'Divines'. As for the tests, you will have to pass a series of trails that will lead to a portal connected to where we are at right now." Akatosh roared.
"How am I going to get around? I am not used to being a dragon. Also, how am I a dragon here anyway?" Jane asked.
"You are currently a manifestation of your soul, so if you have a dragonsoul, you will be a dragon here." Akatosh explained.
"You mean we are dead?! No! If I am dead, how am I going to take care of my child? How is this even relevant if we can't take care of the child?" J'Zhar cried.
"Relax, we have just ripped your souls from your mortal forms. They are under powerful spells that does not permit anyone to touch you while you are here. As for you not knowing how to get around, I can fix that." Akatosh explained as he forced information into Jane.
"For your first trail, prove that you can protect each other from any harm against a horde of skeletons." Akatosh announced.
"Skeletons? How about some Ice Wraiths? Skeletons are weak." Jane said.
"Werewolfs." Akatosh argued.
"Vampire Lords!" Jane suggested.
"Don't make it harder than it suppose to be!" J'Zhar yelled as he got his weapons ready.
"Okay, some Trolls." Akatosh offered.
"Spirit dragons!" Jane demanded.
"Fine, dragons it is, your funeral." Akatosh said as he spawned spectral dragons around the couple.
"You are one messed up mother, and a psychopath." J'Zhar commented as he dodged an attack.
"You got to live a little." Jane replied as she dispatches two dragons with her jaws and tail.
"Impressive, that took shorter than we thought it would." Akatosh announced as Jane finishes off the last dragon.
"What's next? Fire breathing hydras?" J'Zhar panted as he leans against Jane's bulky form.
"A maze." Akatosh announced as a maze formed in front of them.
"Get through to the other side and you will face the last trail." Akatosh explained. "Oh, and you can't fly over it, if you do, you fail and your cub will be destroyed."
"At least leave us with something to bury if we do!" J'Zhar yelled as he was about to get on Jane.
"She will be in ashes, so you will definitely have something to bury." Akatosh said.
"Why is he making us do all these trials?" J'zhar asked Jane as they made their way through the labyrinth.
"He must be planning to do something of great importance to our child. If he would gave the cub a new soul, he would have done it sooner." Jane replied as they found themselves in another dead end.
{Several hours later}
"Finally! The portal!" J'Zhar exclaimed excitedly as they exited the huge maze.
"Congratulations, now for your last trial, answer this riddle." Akatosh said. "Length is dictated by units, so does mass, temperature and speed and all other units you mortals invented. Tell me then, what unit of measurement will always go forward, and stay eternal?" Akatosh asked.
"Why are you asking this? This is so straightforward. It is Time!" Jane answered rather angry that Akatosh couldn't come up with a better riddle.
"Correct, as for why, many mortals guess it was speed." Akatosh explained.
"Well, there are the stupid and there are the mentally retarded." Jane mumbled.
"Proceed." Akatosh said, ignoring what Jane had said.
"You are now standing within the midst of the Gods. Remember to behave yourself." A spirit warned when the couple stepped through the portal.
"Welcome!" Talos greeted.
"Talos?! You are really a god?" Jane asked.
"Yes, but the High Elves don't seem to think so, now do they?" Talos said as the couple proceed to where seven other holy beings were gathered with a floating bundle in the middle.
"The child!" J'Zhar exclaimed happily as he ran forwards and try to hug the bundle.
"Not so fast now." Dibella said as J'Zhar fell over after hitting an invisible wall.
"Hey, where is Shezarr?" Jane asked as she noticed the missing God.
"I took out his heart and shot it into present day Vvardenfell for he has betrayed the Aedra!" Akatosh shouted in mild anger upon hearing that name.
"Wait, Shezarr is Lorkhan?" Jane asked.
"Yes, now, if you still want your child in one piece, stop mentioning that name." Akatosh roared.
"Alright, well, why did you send us here, to Aetherius? This isn't the normal procedure in resurrecting a stillborn, now is it?" Jane asked curiously.
"Of course it isn't, we are planning something special." Arkay explained. "Normally it will just be me."
"What do you mean?" J'Zhar asked.
"You see, your child will soon face great trials that will determine the fate of the world, especially Skyrim's, not just once, but thrice. The Elder Scrolls had dictated it." Akatosh explained.
"Was being a stillborn part of it?" Jane asked, figuratively shifting her weight.
"It all happens for a reason. I trust that being born stillborn is all part of the plan." Akatosh said.
"So, what is so special that we need to overcome some 'difficult' trials to get here?" Jane asked.
"We have to make sure that you are worthy parents and are strong enough to protect the child through all the hardships she has to endure in her life." Akatosh explained.
"Well, we are honoured then to have the privilege of seeing the Divines in person." Jane bowed.
"Hey, what exactly happened to the soul that was suppose to be the child's?" J'Zhar wondered.
"She is in a safer place now." Arkay replied.
"Let's hope that she doesn't meet the new soul, or things would get pretty ugly." Jane said.
"That is not avoidable." Akatosh said. "The many timelines I have seen of her life mostly suggest that she is going to encounter it, roaming around Riften."
"Oh no, better not let her go to Riften then." Jane said.
"Well, if you are not talking about this little detail in your story in the future, then she wouldn't go looking for it!" Akatosh exclaimed.
[Present day]
"You really mean that my other self is haunting Riften? I want to visit!" Janice yelled.
"Great, you just have to leak this detail about her origins." J'Zhar said.
"If you really want, then I suppose so…" Jane sighed.
"Great! We will leave tomorrow." Janice announced. "Anyway, continue with the story."
[Flashback]
"You mean I will be telling this story in the future?" Jane asked.
"Yes, and you just ensured that she will now go around Riften looking for her other soul." Akatosh said, the future timeline where Jane included the fact surfacing to probability when the future was set.
"Great, as if learning your wife was Dragonborn wasn't enough for today." J'Zhar grumbled.
"Oh, there are far more surprising things installed." Mara commented.
"Like what?" Jane asked.
"The soul I am about to bestow upon this young child is no ordinary dragonsoul. The soul is from my very own flesh and blood, struck down during her youth. Her name is Haassotkul, the Dragon of Good Morals and my daughter." Akatosh announced as a white translucent dragon ghost appeared between the bundle and the Gods.
"Wait, I thought you only had one son? The big bad Alduin that my mother used to tell me stories about?" Jane asked.
"Well, that was the only dragon you mortals encountered, she was killed before Nirn even existed." Akatosh explained.
"Why hadn't she been restored to her form?" Jane asked.
"I was too busy helping creating Mundus when she was ready to be resurrected. So I put her under deep slumber to await a better time." Akatosh replied.
"I see, well, what is going to happen now?" Jane asked.
"I will now combine the body and soul together. Be warned young dragonling, she will not be able to remember her past, but she will definitely try to attack you if she feels that you are not good enough." Akatosh warned as the dragon's soul slowly streams into the bundle.
"It is done, now, go back to Mundus, mortals cannot stand in Aetherius for long." Akatosh said as a soft glow engulfs the couple and the bundle. "Make sure she doesn't know her origins until it is time. And you better take good care of her."
"Wait! I want to talk to Ta-" Jane shouted, but was cut off as she was sent off.
{Temple of the Divines}
Jane got up from the floor first, meeting the curious gaze of the three priests and the monk who was observing the ritual. "What happened? You were unconscious for almost an hour!" The High Priestess asked.
"The child, oh no, where is she?!" Jane asked in panic, ignoring the questions. "Ah! There she is, aww… Everything is okay now, young one." Jane said as she picks up the cub.
"What happened?" The High Priestess pressed as J'Zhar stirred.
"We were sent to Aetherius! But I can't tell you anything more." Jane answered as she cradled her child.
"Where is the child?" J'Zhar asked as he got up steadily.
"You were in Aetherius?! Did the Gods favour you that much?" The priests exclaimed in shock.
"Please, don't go to the news with this, it will make life difficult for us." J'Zhar begged.
"We protect our clients' privacy." The High Priestess replied.
"J'Zhar! She is waking up." Jane shouted to the Khajiit.
"Aww… Aren't you a little-" J'Zhar started, before a roar of fire erupted from the cub and signed every fur and hair on the Khajiit's face. "- Cute… Death… Dragon… Ughh..." J'Zhar coughed before falling over.
"What kind of power is that?!" The priests shouted in fear, backing away from the mother and child.
"Uh… We should be going…" Jane tried avoid whatever just happened.
"Not till you explain what just happen!" The High Priestess demanded.
"If you don't tell anybody, I guess it is alright." Jane said in defeat, seeing that the High Priestess would call guards to arrest her if she doesn't explain herself.
"We promise." The High Priestess said as the other three people nodded their heads.
"Well, here goes nothing. You see, I am Jane Septim, a descendant of Tiber Septim. A secret bloodline of Khajiits if you will. I am Dragonborn. The child here was suppose to be the next in line, but she died. So I came here to try to resurrect her. I was expecting she will be getting an ordinary dragonsoul, but Akatosh said her fate was far more dangerous than what other Dragonborns have faced. He gave my child the soul of his other direct offspring." Jane explained.
"You are Dragonborn? But how? And when did Akatosh had another child?" The High Priestess asked.
"I believe that is the most Akatosh would allow me to say. I might have already broken some rules, so I really need to be going." Jane said as she rubbed the child on her head slowly.
"Alright, if pressing further makes you uncomfortable, then we won't. Good luck raising the child." The High Priestess said as she begun cleaning away the chalk covered floor.
"The amulet broke," Jane said as she took out the amulet, the medallion showing cracks in its surface.
"Are you ready to go?" Jane asked J'Zhar who is recovering from the sudden burn, brushing off what was once his hair.
"Yeah, I just hope that she won't do that again!" J'Zhar shouted as he followed Jane from a distance.
"Don't do that, it will only bring unnecessary attention. Come here." Jane said as she stopped in front of the door.
[Present day]
"You were talking in the dragon language for the first year of life, we had to keep you indoors so that people won't start to question what you were." Jane said as she finishes her story.
"Did I accidentally set anything else on fire?" Janice asked in slight worry.
"Other than the replacement wigs your father kept buying, no." Jane replied.
"I had the most beautiful of hair! Only the Mane have better looking hair than mine!" J'Zhar cried.
"So that is why you are bald…" Janice mumbled in realization.
"Can you use your powers to give me a set of hair?" J'Zhar asked his daughter.
"I will try…" Janice said, before transforming J'Zhar into a wig.
"I said GIVE me a set of hair, not TURN me into a set of hair!" The wig shouted.
"Hey, I don't know how to change an individual's looks like Dibella!" Janice said defensively as she turns her father back.
"Fine…" J'Zhar grumbled.
"If I am not wrong, don't you have a meeting to attend to?" Jane reminded Janice.
"Oh yes! Nearly forgotten about that." Janice said as she ran towards the door. "Oh, thanks for taking care of me, mother, I mean it." Janice said to Jane before running out of the room.
[Imperial Palace Assembly area. 11 p.m.]
"Where is Her Majesty?!" An Imperial soldier complained. "It is so hot under this accursed sun!"
"She should be here any minute now…" Lydia announced as she tries to stay cool.
"Good morning, soldiers of the Empire!" Janice announced as she walks onto the stage in her full suit of armour and cloak. "Sorry I took so long, I had some important matters to attend to."
What could she be attending to that needs such a long time to complete? Lydia thought in anger. "I hope the soldiers are up to your standard, Your Majesty." Lydia saluted as she leads Janice down the stage to inspect the army.
"You, you and you!" Janice pointed to three soldiers holding a tower shield each. "Shield wall, now!"
Forming a shield wall immediately, Janice took several steps back and charged. The soldiers stood strong, but was still no match for the forceful impact delivered by Janice and the wall buckled slightly.
"I suppose that is good enough, though I would not want to be behind the wall when there is an attack." Janice commented as she steadied herself.
Walking on, she came before the archers. "Show me what you got." Janice instructed as targets appeared behind her.
Not answering, the group of archers drew their bows and aimed at the targets, once Janice stand aside, that is. Each one of the arrows managed to hit their intended targets, just not on the mark that counts.
"That is alright, I suppose, but those who hit the outer circles better improve their aim." Janice announced as she inspected the targets.
"Alright, you may all take the day off for me making you wait so long." Janice announced as she finished inspecting the soldiers' attires.
"Are they to your liking, Your Majesty?" Lydia asked as Janice heads to the exit.
"They could do better, but I suppose we can start recruiting more men." Janice said as she went inside the palace.
"I will see to it at once!" Lydia called out.
"You don't have to, I didn't tell you to do a general's job, now did I?" Janice said as she turned around. "Leave those to your generals, you should rest after training so many men at once."
"Of course, Your Majesty." Lydia said before walking off.
"Now, what problems do I have to deal with today?" Janice wondered aloud as she head to the Elder Council Chambers.
[After dinner]
"So that was how you got your soul." Alduin said as Janice finished relaying the story.
"You must have a rough childhood, I can imagine you trying to control your powers?" Derkeethus asked.
"Yes, the time when I noticed something was off was when I was five, scales had started to grow on my belly, so my mother had to pray to Akatosh for help. I didn't know what was happening then though, I thought I was turning into an Argonian!" Janice answered. "Then there was that one time where I accidentally disintegrated my friend that was playing with me with my fire breath…"
"That must be one hell of an apology to his parents." Alduin said as she flew into Janice's lap.
"Luckily, his parents had died when they were adventuring and he had no other family. So we claimed what they left for us and left quietly." Janice explained.
"Must be a sad day for you." Derkeethus said.
"I got over it, it was an accident anyway." Janice said.
"What did your mother say? Got to be an interesting explanation." Alduin asked eagerly.
"Well, she said that I need to practise magic to control my flow of magicka. Somehow, that worked, though I was sure that my mother had prayed to Akatosh again." Janice replied.
"Oh, alright then. That wasn't as interesting as I had hoped it will be." Alduin said.
"Hey, so how did the re-taking of the towns in Skyrim went?" Derkeethus asked. "I was out in the city overseeing some development works and opening a restaurant. They were rather upset that you didn't go though."
"Cacco and his army should be coming back by now, most of the bandits had surrendered when they heard that Ralof was defeated, though some stronger ones fought back. Some soldiers were injured, but there were no deaths, just like you would expect from a strong and well-trained legion." Janice answered.
"Good, at least we drawn out most of the bandits in Skyrim." Derkeethus said as he laid down on the soft bed.
"Don't be so sure, the bandits will come back as long as there are people to rob and places to plunder. But at least they no longer have a single leader to sow chaos." Janice said in relief.
"Well, I am still a bit tired, you had me do all the looting on the ground last night! I am going to bed now, good night." Alduin yawned as she crawled down the bed and into her pet bed.
"Sure, good night to both of you." Janice said as she laid down.
"What are you doing?" Janice asked Derkeethus as he wrapped his hands around Janice.
"Making sure that you don't go off on some nighttime heroics again." Derkeethus answered.
"Whatever," Janice said as she falls asleep.
A/N: Chapters are getting shorter, but at least now I have some time to play some games before my holiday end in three weeks from now. I guess I need some fresh ideas to use before Janice face off against the Thalmor, cause after that, the story ends in a few more chapters. Another note, no references today! Finally!