After four days, Farkas's wound were finally healed enough for him to move without it hurting too much. He did what he could to help out around the house whether is was washing dishes, sweeping, or folding laundry. He still got worn out pretty easily, so when he did get tired, he'd sit down in a chair or on his bed and read or play the lute. He would read stories to the kids too.

The little boy, Meric, had taken a liking to Farkas and would often sit with the older Nord. Meric was a child you was plagued by frequent nightmares and the boy's parents did little to try and ease the boy's mind. So, if Meric had a nightmare, he'd climb into bed with Farkas and sleep there. Initially it had bothered Maralith and Fark, but when they saw Meric's behavior start to change for the better, they allowed Meric to keep sharing a bed with Farkas whenever he had a nightmare.

On this particular night, it was Meric having bad dreams, it was Farkas.

He was sitting at a campfire, the only source of light in the area. Everything else around him was pitch black, and blood stained the ground. A few minuets later, Vilkas sat down across from him. Vilkas seemed... Shocked to see Farkas. "F-Fark?" he whispered. "Is that you?" Farkas furrowed his brow. "Yeah... What are you doing in my dream?"

"Your dream? It's mine!"

Okay, now both were confused. Were they sharing a dream? It was possible. Nords believed that when twins were separated and needed each other the most, they could communicate through dreams. "Vilkas..." Farkas began staring behind his brother. Behind Vilkas, bodies started to show. Not just corpses... The bodies of the people behind Vilkas were torn apart, cut open, and looked like they'd been tortured. "Where are you?" Vilkas blinked. "I'm camping just outside Morthal with Lurch and some Kahjiit. Why?" Farkas was frozen as he stared in fear at the tortured bodies behind his brother.

Then Vilkas started to fade out. "No! I can't go!" Vilkas got up and tried to go to his brother, but the campfire flared up. "Farkas! Where are you?!"

"I'm in R-."

Vilkas cried out as he woke up, making everyone in the camp wake up too and rush to his aid. "Vilk?!" Lurch asked, panicked. "Are you okay?!" Vilkas stood up quickly and pushed passed everyone, running out to the edge of the camp. "Farkas?!" he called desperately. "Farkas!" Lurched covered the man's mouth and held him back. "Hush! Farkas isn't here, Vilkas."

Vilkas went limp in Lurch's arms and sighed. So it really was just a dream. But the smoke and blood he saw around his brother, and the dead giant... Were all so real. Farkas seemed frightened in the dream. He could faintly hear groans and chains behind him in the dream, but he'd overall ignored it. What had Farkas seen?

Farkas screamed when he woke up. Loudly. He fell off the bed in his panic and curled up in a ball. "Oh dear!" Maralith rushed over to him and knelt beside him while Fark tried to keep Meric and his sister, Lilith, back. "Are you in pain, Farkas?" she asked, petting his hair.

She got no response, just muttering and tears.

"What in the name of Mara could have spooked him?" she wondered aloud as her husband gathered up the trembling Companion and set him on the bed. "I'm not sure, but whatever it was, it seemed to involve his brother." he noted, hearing Farkas mutter something about Vilkas. Maralith sighed. What ever was going on, she didn't know, but she did know that Vilkas needed to come to his twins aid, and soon.

Vilkas sat staring at the camp fire while Lurch cooked breakfast. He was pissed, lonely, and sad all at once. Pissed because he couldn't find his brother, lonely because his brother wasn't at his side, and sad because Farkas was likely lonely too. Right now, he could only take comfort in knowing Farkas was alive. "Cicero! Give that back!" Vilkas chuckled as Lurch tackled Cicero and tried to take back the sweetroll the jest had taken.

Vilkas frowned as he remembered how he and Farkas used to fight over sweetrolls as kids. The one time he really remembered was just before their father, Jergen, left.

"Vil! That's mine!" Farkas yelled, making slurring sounds seeing as he didn't have his front teeth. "No it's mine, ice-brain!" Vilkas retorted, sticking out his tongue. Jergen came up behind his sons and snatched the sweet roll and took a big bite. "It's mine now, pups." Farkas and Vilkas screamed and started yelling at Jergen, only making the man laugh. He set aside the roll and picked up his sons, hugging them close.

The twins were his world. He loved his sons more than anything in the world and would do everything in his power to keep them safe and happy. "I love you boys."

The 'I love you' Jergen had said that day was so final. Like it was the last thing he'd ever get to say to his sons. And it had been.

After the hug and the I love you, Jergen left Jorrvaskr... And never came back.

"Vilkas, Farkas, your father isn't coming home." The seven year old twins looked up at Kodlak and tilted their heads. Of course their dad was coming back, he promised he would. Kodlak continued, knowing his next words would make the twins's world collapse. "Your father is in Sovngarde."

Farkas was the first to start crying. Vilkas did his best to simply be strong for his twin, but found id hopeless and soon started crying as well. Kodlak gathered the two in his arms and held them close, letting them cry into his chest.

That had been a painful day for both of the twins, but they gained strength from it too. The strength to keep going.