I can feel the power of reviews flowing through me, my author powers are growing, it's official, I'm addicted. Anyway I am going to do my own little anime-watching marathon for Zero no Tsukaima after this, I'm doing this because I have only watched the first season and the rest of my info I've gotten from fanfics, I might also skim over the manga too, so the next update might take a while longer than usual, oh watching Saito and Louise bumbling around is going to be painful, I don't own anything, to the story! p.s. the armor that is described is not Skyrim designs.

As the Cleansing Fire army was marching towards Raoul, some of them were guiding the horses that were pulling the wagons laden with dwemerite long-cannons, these cannons had a thin layer of orichalcum plating to make them somewhat camouflaged, anyway they had taken awhile to build so they only had ten, but they should be suffitient to bring down the gates, the dwemerite metal allowed them to have much more power and more range and more accuracy without exploding.

The soldiers were wearing the new armor, steel chest-pieces and greaves while their heads feet and arms were covered in thick leather armor, a bit of steel was covering their forearms to act as rudimentary shields. Their weapons; steel long-swords and an iron dagger each.

The rangers were wearing elven chest-pieces and dark-red clothes for the rest of the body and leather boots, with the guns they had before upgraded with elven bayonets. they also had iron daggers.

The mages were wearing thick leather trenchcoats with elven chest-pieces underneath, with black cloth for the rest and leather boots. they had iron daggers too.

Healers were following in the back with the tools they would need for the wounded. Wearing white cloth trenchcoats and grey everything else, with leather boots.

They all had the symbol of Cleansing Fire on their backs, it was a blood-red Dovah, flying away from grey chains as he burned them, surrounded by a black circular border with a orange background.

Tyson and Xana were leading the march with Helga riding piggyback on Irukukwu, in her armor it was somewhat of a task to carry her, but Irukukwu saw it as an exercise to strengthen this form she had created, Tyson was fiddling with his fire to keep himself occupied, marching was much more boring than he remembered. As he thought of the past, he remembered how he and Xana met.

yay, more flashbacks

As he woke upon the moving wagon, the fuzziness slowly going away, he could see that he was with four other people, he also noticed that someone had taken his armor and gave him rags, he could see three Nords and a tall beautiful Dunmer woman with long raven hair tussled about, longer than normal ears, large breasts and as they opened up, beautiful blood-red eyes, also in rags, of course other races might find those eyes terrifying, but he's a Dunmer, they think a bit differently about those things, anyway he could see that she was awake now also, so he asked the all important question.

"Where are we?" He asked, looking around at the tall pines passing by, he noticed it was rather cold here, much different than his homeland of the forests of Cyrodiil, where he was constantly chased for burning down parts of the forest. Strangely, the cold didn't effect him much, him feeling comfortably warm anyways, he had never suffered from the heat either.

The women looked him over, liking what she saw, "I don't know for sure, Skyrim I think, if the cold and Nords are any indication." She said this while looking around the wagon, they were surrounded by Nords. Tyson snorted as he thought of the Nords of Skyrim, racist barbarians who liked to push around the beastfolk and elves whenever they could. When he tried to summon forth his magic, he noticed that the steel shackles he wore were enchanted with resist magicka, he sighed as he reeled in his rage and looked at the blonde Nord that was with them.

"So, what you in for?" He said boredly, figuring that it was somewhat relevant to how he had been taken prisoner. The nord with blonde hair looked a bit riled up.

"For protecting our homeland from the leaching Imperials, they who would ban Talos, an-" He was interrupted by the driver elbowing him in the temple.

"Oops, sorry about that, hehehe."

"Stormcloaks then? Hmm, I think I know why I was captured then, they thought I was with them when I was asking for directions to the Skyrim border." He had been traveling to Whiterun to get his Master blacksmithing training from Eorland Greymane, when the Imperials had arrested them for treason or something.

Honestly he didn't care about the civil war, he was against the banning of Talos, but he wasn't particularly devoted enough to the gods to care, oh don't get him wrong he believes in them, there is enough evidence to prove that, he just didn't care about them, except for maybe Akatosh. He also just wanted out of these handcuffs so that he could burn whoever had tried to keep him locked up, he had always had these urges whenever he when underground or in prisons, he didn't know why, but the thought of not being able to be free to roam wherever he wanted enraged him and made him a bit violent. He looked to the brown-haired Nord and asked him the same question.

"Uh, I'm here for, trying to steal a horse. I wasn't supposed to be on this wagon, I'm not supposed to be here!" He was looking more nervous as he thought about where they could be heading, "So umm whos the guy with the gag?"

"Don't speak to Jarl Ulfric like that, the true High King o-", Tyson was by this point ignoring them, he had no sympathy for a horse thief. He looked at the girl in front of him, she was staring with the same interest, they could both sense a... connection, as if they were somehow fated to meet, Tyson hated the notion that fate had anything to do with him, he had a feeling that Azura didn't like him that much for denying her domain all the time, but he shook those thoughts away, as he looked away to see that they were approaching a town, with rudimentary walls surrounding it.

"Open the gates!" The leading higher up yelled from his horse. Leading the train of wagons into the town.

"That would be General Tulius, he's the one who captured us, and those must be the Thalmor, damn elves." 'Um, hellooo, right here man...' sigh, the Nords were so insensitive, oh well, he assumed he meant the Thalmor anyway. He noticed the girl seemed to be concentrating on her shackles, she must be a fire mage of some sort, as he could see the steel getting red as the wagons stopped and they were led to a plaza with a chopping block in the center, he assumed this was a public execution, his thoughts were interrupted by a sound that was somehow familiar but not, traveling through the air as the first Nord was called up, he looked for an escape route but couldn't find any. Eventually he was called up to be beheaded, the sound again, they didn't even move the body, jerks.

He was pushed down to the block until his neck was against it, he heard another of that somehow familiar sound coming from the sky.

He had just looked up as the ground shook, the sight of the strongest Dovah freaked his instincts out 'Wait why did I call it that? How do I know that it is the strongest?' He was confused and distracted and this lack of attention hurt him as one of the rocks falling from the sky fell on his hands, crushing the cuffs of but breaking all the bones in his hand, he screamed out as he tried to run to the tower, hands bleading like a fresh deer being dried out, once inside he tried to get the bones in a somewhat right position to make the healing spell less painful, he then concentrated the spell at his hands, the bones righting themselves painfully, the flesh stitching itself back together, he saw the girl, he stood up, hand still bleeding and fractured, to get rid of her bonds, after that they moved up through the tower together, dodging the Dovah that slammed through the wall,"Yol toor shul!", he had understood what that meant, fire inferno sun. Jumping across the gap into the inn, traversing the gauntlet that was Helgen to the keep, once inside they grabbed iron swords, fighting through the Stormcloaks and Imperials to get to the back entrance, when they made it out Tyson looked to her and asked as he looked a bit sheepish, while healing the rest of the damage to his hands.

"I'm sorry, but I had forgotten to in the chaos ask your name, mine is Tyson Houlski, what is yours?"

She looked confused, "But that is my last name, I am Xana Houlski."

Plot twist! Are they siblings, cousins or something? Find out on the next update of, Domination is in the soul, muahahahahaha!