For three days they had scoured the Jerall Mountains in the south along the border. Systematically, they worked their way west to east along the mountain range, crisscrossing the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim.
Azriel's frustration mounted each time they crossed paths with a dragon, but not the red dragon they searched for. Almost all of the dragons they crossed paths with had flown off. Only one had chosen to fight and lost his soul to Azriel. Even given the chance for life, he had chosen death over accepting an offer of allegiance. He was just another young dragon with something to prove. It had only disheartened her further.
In the early afternoon they crossed the border once again into Cyrodiil west of Bruma. They were still to the west of the old city when Odahviing saw the spire peeking through the gray clouds.
"Ahziial, there in the distance…"
"Get closer." She felt the stir once again in her soul. Another dragon was waiting. This dragon, she could feel was ancient, yet she didn't feel the familiar rage build as they approached. Her hopes began to build.
Perched high on a tower near the spire of the old castle was a very large red dragon. They approached and the dragon roared, but did not stretch his wings for the sky. Instead, it tucked its wings in and bowed its head.
"Odahviing, is that an invitation to land?" Azriel called out against the icy wind.
"Yes." Odahviing said as he soared on the wind, circling the ancient castle before landing on the tower.
"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin." The red dragon said as she hopped off of Odahviing.
The knowledge of their find was within her and she knew who he was without having to ask.
"Drem Yol Lok, Nahfahlaar. We've been searching for you…" She responded with a slight bow.
Nahfahlaar looked from Azriel to Odahviing. For a moment he considered the other dragon then spoke. "I didn't think of all the Dov, the Dovahkiin would be with the likes of you, Odahviing."
Odahviing snapped his jaws in response and Azriel stepped between the two red dragons. "ENOUGH! Odahviing is my brother, without him and his help, Alduin would still roam Nirn! Do not insult Odahviing in my presence. Do you understand?"
Nahfahlaar bowed his head to her. "Forgive me, Dovahkiin. I did not mean to offend you."
Her annoyance quickly subsided. "You didn't offend me, but you offended Odahviing. I won't stand for it."
An awkward silence permeated the air between the three of them and she wasn't sure how to proceed. She had so many things running though her mind, she was uncertain of what to say.
Nahfahlaar broke the silence first much to Azriel's relief. "Why have you sought me out, Dovahkiin?"
"I have heard many things about you, Nahfahlaar. You have made pacts with men in the past. You sided with men against Alduin. But of all those, Paarthurnax told me you were once Tiber Septim's General. He felt you close once again and I chose to seek you out because I wanted to learn from you, if you will let me."
"Those are two names I have not heard in a long while…" The dragon let out a long breath and Azriel could sense his feelings were muddled. "Yes, Dovahkiin, I was… as was my brother Nafaalilargus. We were the twin jewels of the Imperial Crown. Talos trusted us with the greatest missions of the utmost importance. We were his greatest strength… and served him with great honor. But, this does not answer the depth of my question, Dovahkiin."
"I have come… I…" Words failed her. So many things went through her mind she could barely speak. "I have so many questions, Nahfahlaar. Krosis, I don't know where to begin. It's why I came to find you."
Nahfahlaar observed her for a minute before speaking again. "You wish to know more about Talos or why I sided with men rather than Alduin?"
His question was rhetorical, but she chose to answer anyway. "I am the last Dragonborn. I know almost nothing about myself or about anything really. I wish to know of the other Dovahkiin that came before me. To help me gain a better understanding of myself. I was hoping you… would help me." She pondered for a few seconds the depth of the answers he'd give to her. Odahviing pushed his snout into her hand to comfort her as she stood there. "And yes, I wish to know. I want to understand everything, to understand why Dovahhe would side with men."
"I doubt highly, young one, that you do not understand yourself. It seems to me you know more than you allow yourself to think."
Odahviing pulled himself slightly away from her to get more comfortable.
"I've spent the last three years stumbling though things blindly. If I didn't have Paarthurnax and Odahviing's help, I'd still be floundering trying to stop Alduin."
"But yet, you did stop him. It is part of the reason I returned to Tamriel. The Eldest has been defeated, yet the true Thurri has yet to ascend to her rightful place."
Odahviing watched the two carefully, allowing his gaze to settle on Azriel.
Azriel could feel her cheeks burn. "Why would you say that?"
"Because it is true, Ahziial. You defeated Alduin, the right to rule is yours not the Old One's." Odahviing responded.
"Odahviing, I've already told you. I don't wish to rule the Dov." She felt the menace within her rising. "Paarthurnax claimed it and he can have it!"
"Dovahkiin, you are blessed by our Father to rule. It is your birthright... Just as it was with Talos. But, for you, the blessing has its differences." Nahfahlaar added.
Azriel looked between the two red dragons. She was confused to his meaning. "What do you mean?"
"You are Dovahkiin. But, you are the last Dovahkiin. Your birth is special. It is your birthright to rule men, a blessing from our Father, as it was with all the others before you. In your defeat of Alduin, can you not recognize you are the strongest of the Dov as well? It is why the Dov seek you out for a challenge or flee before you. The honor of Thurri is yours through battle and the strength of your Thu'um, not the Old One's. It is your right to rule both men and Dov, because you have earned it and because of whom you are."
Azriel sat down in the snow. She felt overwhelmed, yet at the same time she knew both of these things to be true. Arngeir had told her each of the Dragonborn were emperors of Tamriel, but never specifically said anything about her. She had wondered, but never really wanted that answer.
It was just more responsibilities, more heartache…
Her fingers dug into the snow. Its chill grounded her and the wind whipped her long hair around her. To challenge Paarthurnax… she'd never do it. She knew in her heart she couldn't no matter the rage building inside of herself. She would break this feeling even if it killed her. She'd help him every step of the way to unite the Dov as she promised, even if Odahviing was right that it would be through his own tyranny and forcing the others to follow the way of the Voice.
Azriel closed her eyes. She would never kill or harm Paarthurnax and her inner self could fuck off. "No. Paarthurnax is strong and it is his right as Eldest to rule. I will help him to be heard. I will never challenge him as Thur. He has done more to help men than anyone else ever has… and to help me. I will not take his place. He is Thurri." Her growl became a roar at the end and it began to snow.
She forced the words to ring through her soul. Damn you for not seeing this. She cursed herself. She could feel the rage subside, but knew that it was temporary. Paarthurnax was right, meditation was the only way to gain self-control.
She opened her eyes and brushed the snow from her hands and cuirass.
"Nahfahlaar, I came here for a purpose. I have so many questions, things I want to know. Mostly, I was hoping to know more about the Dovahkiin before me. How much did Tiber Septim share with you… I mean about his feeling and the way he thought?"
The dragon chuckled. "Do you mean the feelings of rage and of conquest? They are normal for all of us, Dovahkiin. You are Dovah, just as I am. You have dovah sos ahrk dovah sil. Because your body is different means nothing. It was Paarthurnax that taught Talos to meditate and conquer himself first."
"Will you tell me about him?" She asked softly.
"First, I have a request of you, Dovahkiin."
Azriel nestled closer into Odahviing him for warmth. "What's your request?"
"I have heard tales of your Thu'um and that you are a gifted mage. Long ago, mages with your skills were called Spellswords." She could tell he was thinking about how to continue. "You have defeated Alduin, the eldest, the one who always has been. I wish to taste your Thu'um, to feel its strength, to know it. I wish to see your magic, to feel it. Through this, I will know if I can trust you." He paused as she thought about his words. "That is my request."
Azriel stood brushing the snow from her black armor again, she rose. "Fine, is that it?"
"For now, yes." He said simply.
Azriel glanced at Odahviing and he back precariously close to the edge of the tower.
Azriel took a deep breath, "FUS!" The wave of force shattered against the dragon, pushing him towards the tower's edge. He dug is claws deeply into the old roof, tearing the metal as he slid.
Azriel summoned an inferno around herself. The cold air became blistering as the wind picked up around her and she roared into the afternoon sky deafeningly. The snow under her feet melted immediately. "Zu'u Ahziial, Dovahkiin ahrk Dovahsebrom. I can be trusted."
The dragon recovered and shook himself free of the water from the melted snow. He laughed deeply. "Ulokuun Ahziial…" The red dragon bowed his head to her. "Zu valokein hi, mon do Akatosh."
She didn't understand him. "I don't know this word, Ulokuun. What does it mean? And why did you call me 'daughter of Akatosh'."
Nahfahlaar laughed, it was Odahviing that answered her. "Ulokuun means Empress, Ahziial."
"Whether you wish to be or not, you will rule Tamriel as Ulokuun. You are the last Dovahkiin. Can you not feel in your soul that you are also a true daughter of Akatosh?" He breathed deeply taking in her sent. "Dovahkiin, child of Akatosh, do you not know who you are in your blood? The last defeated the first, as it was meant to be. Of all things, know this…" Nahfahlaar added.
The fire surrounding her disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Before she could speak Nahfahlaar continued.
"Your Thu'um is indeed strongest. I will recognize you by your true title and I honor you, Ahziial, for who you are. I too can be trusted. I offer Grah-Zeymahzin, Ulokuun."
Azriel didn't know what to say to everything.
"If you accept, I will tell you what you wish to know of Talos and more. Your magic is strong, yet I sense it is chained. You can learn to draw from the magic around you. Life is magic and it is always present. The mark of a good mage is the ability to tap into their own magic. But, the way to becoming an exceptional mage is to know the magic around you. I will teach you what I know, if you are willing. Let you taste of it as I have tasted of your Thu'um."
"I accept your offer of allegiance." She said modestly. But, the rest made her feel more lost than she had felt before. She settled herself back down next to Odahviing, mostly for comfort. She hated this feeling. Feelings, she corrected herself. The chaos within her only seemed to exist to drive her mad.
She looked up at Nahfahlaar. "Speak, Nahfahlaar and I will listen."
The winds died down and the snow stopped falling.
"Can you feel the magic of this place?" He asked. "This place once was the home to two great people. One a grand mage, known for great deeds. He built this place, in doing so, created a well of magica. The other was a great Hero and a relative of the mage. Both were blessed by Akatosh. Their presence and work here made the power of this place grow. This place is called Frostcrag Spire. Feel it, Dovahkiin, know it in your blood. Here, you will learn the knowledge you seek. Here, I will teach you true magic. Magic greater than what is known. Magic that has been lost from the memories of the joor."
Serana sat in the tavern listening to the multitude of conversations around her. Even in this crowded room of people, she felt abysmally alone. In this endless sea of people she had passed in the last few days, none gave her solace.
She had been on the road for a while and the bandits she crossed paths with earlier in the evening had provided everything she had needed, except the information she desired. She listened intently to two men as they argued heatedly. She sighed. Another petty mortal squabble.
She felt as though she had been wandering aimlessly for the last few days. No one had seen the Dragonborn for some time. The last bit of information she had was from some young women she had overheard in Solitude.
One was a very young Nord woman with beautiful snow blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She had passed the chance to drink from the drunken girl as she walked home alone. She hadn't wanted to piss off the Dragonborn for killing her housecarl.
She thought about the last few weeks and she ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. She refocused her hearing, allowing all the conversations to invade her ears again. She lifted her eyes from the wine glass as a drunken man sauntered over to her darkened table in the corner.
"Hey Beautiful. All alone?" He slurred and spat lightly onto her hand. The man reeked like a dog. The whole town did for that matter. She wondered if the people of the town knew of the werewolves that lived here. Yet, Serana had chosen to ignore the overpowering odors because the scent of the Dragonborn was stronger here than anywhere else she had been.
"Yes. And I'd like to keep it that way if you don't mind." She answered politely, keeping her eyes hidden under her hood.
"Beg your pardon, but are you waiting for someone, or are you just trying to play hard to get?"
Serana rolled her eyes. No wonder we call them cattle… "I'm actually hoping to find someone."
"Well look no farther 'cause here I am." The man spilled some of his drink as he pulled the chair back and plopped into it unceremoniously.
"A woman, actually." She responded trying to keep her cool. She refocused her gaze back onto the glass she was still tracing trying to ignore him.
He laughed, "Well, I can get into that…"
Serana lost her temper at the implication. "I'm looking for the Dragonborn and unless you can tell me where she is, I'd prefer you fuck off." She kept her voice low, but deadly.
The man was obviously too drunk to care or too dumb to understand she wanted privacy. He didn't move, but laughed to himself as he sloshed some of his drink around.
"Saadia, get me 'nother drink. And get my Lady friend here a… whatever."
The door to the tavern opened, and the overpowering smell of werewolves hit Serana like a wave. She looked at the door and a tall dark haired man entered with two young women behind him. All of them were obviously drunk by the way they laughed and carried on.
Serana felt her apprehension grow as she sat riveted to her seat. The drunk man at her table turned to see where her attention had traveled too. Then he did the one thing Serana didn't want… he called them over.
"Farkas! Ria! Lydia! Hey! Over here!" He wave at the three people.
Serana sunk her head into the palm of her hand as the three walked over to her table and sat down.
"Torvar, you're supposed to be on watch…" The dark haired Nord female said.
"Hey, I'm with my new Lady friend!" He leaned forward like he was trying to be secretive, but instead he bellowed. "She's looking for the Harbinger."
Serana rubbed her temples and made a silent oath to kill the man later.
The three newcomers turned as one to look at her. Serana was thankful she had covered every bit of herself in clothing before entering Whiterun.
"May I ask why you're looking for Thane Azriel?" The brunet asked haughtily.
Serana took a deep breath. Keep it simple… "She helped me not to long ago and I would like to thank her more appropriately if I can. I heard her home was here in Whiterun. I have come to find her." She had kept her voice soft, not to alarm them. She hoped her trick worked.
"Yes, well… She is not here at the moment. Perhaps you would like to me to relay a message for you when she returns." The dark hair woman said in a gentler tone.
Serana sighed. "No… no thank you. It is important that I speak with her. She has… shown me a great kindness… I simply wish to find her again." She thought for a moment before speaking. "Do you know when she will return?"
The drunken man reeled his arms spilling more of his drink everywhere and called out, "Who cares! The cat's away the mice will play!"
The large werewolf stood grabbing the drunken man roughly on his shoulders. "That's it Torvar, go back to Jorrvaskr. No one needs your bullshit right now." He lifted him straight out of his chair and carried him to the door throwing him out.
"Sorry about him," the brunette said softly. "He's a bit of an ass."
Serana laughed in spite of herself. "I noticed."
The woman smiled. "I'm Lydia, this is Ria, and the big guy is Farkas. The Thane… er… Azriel… is Harbinger of the Companions. We'd be happy to give her a message for you if you'd like. But, as far as when she'll be back. We don't know. She only just left again a few days ago."
Ysgramor's Companions? Serana bit her tongue to keep her excitement at a minimum. She was closer now, she could feel it.
"No, again thank you. This is… very personal for me. I need to speak with her as soon as I can. Do you know where she went?"
The woman, Lydia, furrowed her brow. "High Hrothgar. But I'd suggest not going there… it's a bit cold this time of year. And you don't sound like you're from around here."
Serana moved her hand from the wine glass, and covered Lydia's hand with her own. "Maybe you could tell me where I could find her besides there." Serana asked seductively so that only Lydia could hear.
"Maybe try near Falkreath. She has a small hunting cabin there. She tends to go there when she wants to be left alone after visiting High Hrothgar."
"Where is this lodge exactly?" Serana asked quietly.
The woman's eyes were glazed over. "It's called Pinewatch and its Northeast of Falkreath, Southwest of Riverwood, and to the West of Helgen." Lydia's brows relaxed slightly and she continued. "It used to be a bandit hideout. She cleared it out for the Jarl about a year ago, and he deeded the land around it and up to the North to Lake Ilinalta to her."
Serana nodded and stood slowly. "Thank you for everything, Lydia." Before the confused woman could respond, Serana walked away.
She bristled when she passed the hulking werewolf. He was faster than she thought, catching her arm. "You're different somehow… are you a mage?" He asked, the smell of mead and wolf radiated off of him assaulting her nose.
Serana's defenses were high as she turned fully, facing him. "I am." She slid a single finger down his cheek. "Please release me… we have no quarrel." His reaction was immediate as he let go and perplexed look clouded his face.
She pushed her way out into the cool night air as quickly as she could, leaving the tavern behind.
This city is so odd, so very… open.
The sky was clear as she walked and she looked up into the stars. She headed for the main gate of the city, concentrating on moving slowly, so not to frighten the mortals.
She had longed to see Azriel again. Finally, she admitted to herself how much she had wanted to see the girl again. Her thoughts since she had left her company were constantly drawn back to the short time they had spent together. After the disappointment of her return home, she longed to speak to her again.
As she made her way over the small bridge and through the city gates she thought about her trip home and everything that had disappointed her...
"Lady Serana is here! She's back… OPEN THE GATE!" The old watchkeeper yelled.
Serana stopped on the bridge. "Hello again, Ulrer. It's been a long time."
The ancient Nord vampire bowed humbly to her. "My Lady, it is good to see you once again. Hurry inside, your Father waits."
Serana sighed. She had dreaded those words.
She walked past a second vampire, an Elf, who she didn't recognize. He simply stared at her as she walked, as if in a daze. He suddenly seemed to snap from it, running forward, he opened the castle doors for her.
"Welcome home, my Lady."
Serana stepped into the atrium and looked around. Everything had changed so much. Gone were the ornate fixtures and glowing fires that had greeted her in times past. Beautifully intricate rugs and wall tapestries of her ancestors had disappeared. It was a shocking reminder of how much time had truly passed.
She slowed her steps as she walked to the main hall balcony. She cast her vision about from the top of the stairs, looking into the horror that had become the main hall. It sucked the wind from her and she almost couldn't breathe. The smell of death and decay clung to everything. Gone was the beauty and splendor of the castle she once knew. Even by vampire standards the castle had become nothing more than a fusty pit of despondency without redemption or refute.
The tapestries which were once the jewels of Castle Volkihar now hung in ratty tatters from cobweb covered hooks. Bugs and rodents scurried about the castle floors in the darkness, disgusting her. The huge fireplace that had once been a center piece of the great hall had been walled over. Portraits of long dead ancestors were gone.
All that remained as a bleak reminder that a once proud family had called this home were bloody tables covered in filth and corpses. Bones were carelessly strewn about by even more careless creatures.
The depression smothered Serana in an inexorable weight she could not lift.
Her feet touched the edge of the stairs as she navigated her way down them. The farther she stepped into the castle, the more she wanted to run away from it. It was the physical manifestation of the way she felt. Hollow and empty, savaged by time and unforgivably forgotten.
She saw him, in all his glory, rise from his throne. Her feet walked of their own accord, and her mind felt numb. He stepped forward and she saw others rise from the tables and enter through the door ways with curious expressions on their faces. She recognized none but him. Her Father, with his confident walk and his threatening eyes. His eyes haunted her. They had once held only love for her, now she saw nothing in them but madness.
"Ah Serana, at last you return. I trust you've brought my Elder Scrolls back to me." His voice was still a smooth purr, but it held only held a selfish edge in an abyss of iciness.
Her anger was instantaneous. "After all these years, Father… your first words to me are about those damned Elder Scrolls? Didn't you miss me?"
She could sense the apprehension in the air as if it were a tangible object. The vampires that had gathered now shuffled in their own uncertainty.
Damn them all, she wanted an answer. "Father, did you miss me?" She asked again.
"Of course my daughter, do I need to even say those words to you?" She could hear the falseness of his tone and he stepped closer. "Yes Serana, I am delighted to see you. It has been too long since last I laid my eyes upon you. "He reached out and laid his left hand on her shoulder. "Now tell me, my daughter, where are my Elder Scrolls?"
She leveled her eyes to his. Serana was tall even by Nordic standards and was her father's height. She searched his eyes for something, anything, to remind her of the man she once looked up to.
She found nothing.
"I don't have your Elder Scrolls, Father. I never did. Mother trusted no one, not even me." She did nothing to hide the bitterness of her words, even if he knew she was lying to him about the Scroll she wasn't lying about her mother. She'd never tell him she had one of the Scrolls.
She felt his claws dig painfully into her shoulder and saw the wrath in his eyes. She didn't buckle under his grip, nor did she display any pain in her face.
"Leave us!" He commanded.
The vampires instantly withdrew from the great hall out of fear, leaving the two in private.
Harkon withdrew his hand from her shoulder and started to pace.
"All this time… wasted!" He slammed his fist down on to the table in front of him. "I have waited thousands of years… Thousands!" He gripped the edge of the table he was next to, over turning it.
"I am no closer to my goal now, than I was then." His voice barely a whisper.
He turned back to Serana, and she watched him carefully. In his rage, she knew her Father's gifts made him unstoppable and Harkon never showed remorse in killing anyone. She knew he cared nothing for her, but she didn't want to anger him further.
"Your Mother," he spit the word 'Mother' with contempt, "has done everything she possibly could to destroy our future. She wished to damn us to wallowing in holes like worms. I will see this through! I will find those Scrolls if I must destroy everything in Tamriel to do so. But first…"
Harkon looked at his daughter again. She felt his eyes peel back the layers of her being down to her core. Standing in front of him she felt him search her for answers. His eyes refocused on hers. "…I must know where you have been. Tell me everything and do not leave out any details."
Serana observed her Father for a moment too long. "Speak girl!" He thundered, causing her to jump slightly.
Serana began her tale from the day she and her mother left the castle. She could feel the other vampires close, listening to all the details. She had altered the story to her mother taking both scrolls. Her father listened intently occasionally asking a question or vocalizing a terrible remark about her mother. Hours passed and finally she came to moment of her awakening.
She paused in her story. Somehow, it all felt private and she didn't want to speak of it.
"Continue." He took a drink from his goblet. "Tell me about your awakening. Who found you?"
She shifted in her chair and twirled the blood around the silver goblet. It was so bland, she had barely tasted anything.
"A woman. She…" Serana paused.
"She what?" Harkon prodded.
"She was very unusual." Serana finished.
Harkon looked at her more interested. "How so?"
Serana looked at him and noticed his interest had deepened. "I have never met anyone like her before."
Harkon stood and picked up the pitcher in front of him and walked to the silver cage at the end of the table. The woman inside gnashed her teeth at him and transformed into a werewolf. She was in silver chains, but still thrashed against them and the cage.
"Ah, but my dear, your blood will sustain me. You should feel honored. You shouldn't fight the inevitable." He drew his silver dagger and drew it across the wolf's throat. He held the pitcher to her neck as she bled out into it and within a minute she collapsed to the floor of the cage, dead.
Harkon walked back to his throne, taking Serana's empty goblet from her and refilling it. He held it out to her, but she turned away.
"They are vile creatures, so beneath us. But, their blood is so strong. Drink my daughter, let it replenish you."
Serana refused to take the goblet. Harkon sighed and set in front of her.
"You are so much like your Mother… stubborn in every way."
"The woman that freed me was a werewolf, Father. She held no judgment against me for who I am." Serana fired back.
"Is that so? How intriguing. Tell me more about this woman." He sat back down in his throne waiting for her to continue.
Serana couldn't see the harm in in continuing and she wanted desperately to know more about the woman. "Her skin was brown and her eyes were as golden as the sunset. Her hair was the color of flames. She was… her magic was incredible and she uses her voice like the Nords do… but she's not a Nord."
Harkon pulled the goblet from his lips in disbelief. "What was her name, Serana?"
Serana watched him carefully. "She called herself… Azriel."
Harkon rose in an instant. "Come!" His voice rang through the castle.
Serana was confused. "Father, what is it?"
The inhabitants of Castle Volkihar instantly clamored in front of Harkon. The Elf, who had held open the door for her, hurried forward and knelt. "My Lord, you summoned us?"
Harkon ignored his daughter as he issued his command. "Vingalmo, I want the Dragonborn brought here to me. She is the key to this. I want you and Orthjolf to send your most able bodies to find her and drag her." Harkon took another drink from his goblet.
"Father you can't do this, she freed me from my prison…" Harkon silenced her with a look.
"What are you waiting for?" He snarled.
Serana watched as the vampires ran for the door. The others quickly disappeared back into the castle to hide.
Harkon struck Serana with the back of his hand coarsely across her face.
"Do not ever question my commands in front of my court again, Serana." He contemplated her as she rubbed her stinging face. A single blood tear ran down her cheek, but she made no effort to hide it.
"The Nords do not use their voices in such manner anymore. The one who freed you is the Dragonborn. I did not see it before, but she is key to this." He drained his goblet and set it down. "Curious that she is also a werewolf. I wonder if the stories about her are true… I wonder how her blood tastes."
Serana stood furious. "Is that everything, Father?"
"For now." His face showed the disgust he felt for her.
"Very well. I'll be in my room." She answered curtly.
"Garan, come!" Harkon called once again ignoring Serana.
Serana still felt the sting of her father's slap as she walked through the alchemy room and into a very nervous half-blooded vampire.
"My…My Lady… I'm Ronthil. How may I be of service?" He asked.
She contemplated him for a moment. "What do you know of the Dragonborn?"
"Oh, stories about her are truly amazing…" He stopped himself and lowered his voice. "Even the Royal Court finally agreed on one thing... She is impressive!."
Serana sat down at the table and motioned for the young vampire to sit. "Tell me everything you know about her."
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! There's more to come and I hope you are excited about Serana's return...and her reunion with Azriel.
As for her Father, I couldn't stand him in the game. I thought about it for some time and wondered why she'd return the Scroll to him. The whole point of her Mother locking her up was to keep Serana and the Scroll out of Harkon's hands. It would be plain stupid for her to walk back in there with the Elder Scroll and hand it straight to Harkon.
As for Dragons and Lore... I have a question. Would anyone like to see dragonlings or female dragons written into the story? The only book so far that I have found referencing Dragons specifically was "There Be Dragons". It seems it could go either way with dragons being all male or include a few females and dragonlings. I think it would make for an interesting story to add something in there about female dragons and dragonlings.
What do you think?