Ides
Loading Screen… Stuhn Stendarr and Tsun Zenithar, twins were once allies of Lorkhan but have since switched sides to Akatosh…
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Nearly a week had transpired since Krest's faceoff against Talos, and he'd fallen into despair after the defeat, avoiding his comrades and walking aimlessly through the city, spending his nights sleepless in a medical ward which doubled as a cafe.
When he could sleep, his dreams were plagued with aches for Dibella. Fields filled with endless flowers and the two of them frolicking through. In his dreams Dibella held him in a land of milk and honey, wooing him with honeyed words, calling him her, "baby boy." She stroked his head as she breastfed him, the milk pouring down his chin and chest as he suckled. He wanted her so badly. No, he needed her.
The aptly named Shalidor Café was attached to the Luminarch, the city's library. It served as a healing ward for the sick or injured. Akatosh and the others didn't mind as they figured he was getting the rest he needed. He wasn't. - Evening Star, the first month of winter continued outside the window; light snowfall morphed into denser hailstorms. The water of the Sea of Ghosts graduated into a lighter ice-like hue, the surrounding glaciers and marble mountains peeled, and a wintery fog engulfed the peaks of the skyscrapers making up the city, giving a clandestine, gloomy edge to it all. Reflective of Krest's state of mind.
The book Saadia had suggested he read, Sanguinary Travails by Luna Perla, laid on his bed. It was quite the excellent read, distracting him from his thoughts.
Krest overturned in his bed, staring at the wall. It was emptier today in the café, as he couldn't hear the normal noise outside his room. He sunk into the bed and his teeth dug into his lower lip, holding back tears. He heard a knock and then the door opening.
Please be Dibella.
Krest turned over and saw that it was a nurse and that she had three cups of sticky, thick, tar-like black coffee on a grey tray. She handed one cup to Krest.
"I'm Danica." She smiled kindly. "How are you feeling? Are you doing better?"
"I feel all better." He gave her a weak smile and a thumbs up.
He took a lengthy sip of coffee and hopped out of the bed. Danica pulled a small, thin cable out of her palm and plugged it into the port in Krest's neck.
We live eighty years just to die. Work so you can live, and live so you can work. What's the point of any of it?
"There are some intriguing headlines," Danica said as she read his vitals. "The Mane of Elsweyr has been assassinated. Masser and Secunda have disappeared and on top of this, Councilor Titus Mede, his son Attrebus and the remainder of his family were also assassinated."
Why do I have the sneaking suspicion the Thalmor are behind this.
The sea levels had been rising rapidly as rainstorms and floods had poured into the city multiple times in the previous week. Even now Krest could hear the pitter patter of rain and hail outside his window.
"The High King of Skyrim is far too old to have a grip over this province, you ask me," Danica continued as she unplugged herself, handing Krest some pills. "The Nerevarine, Thase Eldrara named himself the Bride of Azura recently, leaving Nirn to join her in her realm, and the Champion of Cyrodiil, Caius Meridius has joined the Elder Council. Hopefully he can stop the Thalmor."
The Champion of Cyrodiil…
Little Krest walked in the Imperial City one sunny day long ago and bumped into an Imperial man. The man had tan skin, honey-brown eyes, and a black buzzcut with a thin goatee.
"You're the Champion! The Champion of Cyrodiil!" Krest squeaked. "I'm Krest Armilius, I'm in the Praetorian Academy."
The man's face was wrecked with what looked like guilt. He smiled somberly and patted Krest on the head. "I'm sorry for what that evil man, Ragnar did to your mother. He's been excommunicated from the Blades and jailed for his crimes."
"It won't bring mama back though. She's with Akatosh and Talos now, in Aetherius," little Krest sighed.
A black-haired woman who Krest recognized as Augusta Calidia, the owner of the Tiber Septim Hotel, sidled over. "We should get going dear." She kissed Caius on the cheek.
"Wait a moment, love. This is Persephone's son." Caius looked once more at Krest. "Sadly, sometimes our heroes aren't always who we think they are."
"Ragnar was a villain pretending to be a hero," Krest agreed. "But at least we have Talos. He'll always protect us from the Devil."
Caius nodded sagely. "At least we'll have Talos. Who knows, maybe you'll grow up to be a big, strong hero too!"
The memory faded and Krest was brought back to reality.
"Yeah." Krest stroked his chin and left the room after Danica.
The main area of the café glistened with the diamonds embedded into it, stellates flew around, illuminating the room. Covered and recovered in parchment. A squid floated in a pool of ice; hundreds of wires plugged into him. He saw Dimloth Grimloin the Goblin and a Wood Orc he'd met earlier named Bagliash Gro-Ulag. Wood Orcs were the only Orcs that were civilized and thus allowed in cities. They were lime-green instead of the dark-greenish grey that normal Orcs were and had faces resembling ogres. The hospital-cafe was lined with ornate bookshelves, scattered manuscripts, animal-skin rugs, and wooden tables with half-empty cups of water or wine. There were also spell-creation and scroll-crafting tables present.
I'm tired of this place. I think I'll leave now.
Krest packed his things, showered, and ambled out of the hostel. He appreciated the shiny make of the brass-gates as they elevated higher and higher, exiting out into Nordenbjörg. As he was leaving, he glanced back and saw Saadia and Ancano in a remote corner of the Shalidor Cafe, sharing lunch together. Ancano leant over the table and kissed Saadia on the lips.
Krest smiled at the sight.
He closed his eyes when Magnus' shadow sent beams of the heavens at him as rain rode in to flood the water channels of the Snowhawk District. White flagstones shined in the rare bout of sunlight that permeated the grounds in the waxing days of Evening Star. A single rose petal fell on Krest's head. A few of its companions landed on his shoulders. The sky mirrored the ocean as the clouds miraculously separated. Krest wanted to jump and swim in it, like the answer to everything was resting at the bottom, or rather top. The sky then morphed to purple, reminding him of those vivid violet eyes with pupils like dark slits.
The town square had many Nords congregating as Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak came out onto the wooden stage. "I have good news, sons and daughters of Skyrim. The Hero, Talos has returned at long last. The Hero has come to liberate us from the elves and their Devil! Hear ye, Talos was seen raising a dragon! He has come to save us Nords, the chosen people! And we the Sons of Septim, wish to raise up a mighty army for Talos to lead as a conquest against the Dominion."
Fanatical supremacists with a victim complex, Krest realized.
Many Nords cheered, throwing their fists in the air, hooting racial slurs towards elves and praises to Talos. "KILL THEM ALL! KILL THEM ALL!"
"DEATH TO THE ELVES!" The Nords screamed.
"A good elf is a dead elf!" One old woman yelled. "Talos' second genocide of Summerset is coming!"
"Our Hero, Talos will finally defeat Konahrik the Elven Devil, and Nords will rule all of Skyrim! All of Tamriel," Ulfric announced.
"Those pointy-eared demons," one teenage boy said to his friends who all snickered in agreement.
"Imperial trash," another said to him. "Go suck Thalmor cock. That's all you're good for."
"Someone should kill you all," Krest muttered to himself.
He drifted by a family of ducks crossing the street fromthe Bards' Academy of the Voice.A peacock roosting on the school grounds. Skyrim is less populated than Cyrodiil by a huge margin. An akaviri aesthetic decorated the thoroughfare between marble towers and small food stands. Lines of giant fishnets and dead octopus hung by the seaside, ledgers on crates of bananas.
Krest looked through a crack in the wall and saw a leviathan burst from the water and swallow a flock of seagulls out in the ocean. Leviathans were giant sea monsters. The fact it was so close to the city sent goosebumps across Krest's body.
Grey and brown mammoths hurdled in the countryside visible from the city, alongside giant sloths as a light oobleck rain pattered the clay and sludge mountain they were on, a hidden trove of coned trees guarding some ancient cave. If the monsters were removed from Skyrim, Krest would not have minded exploring every facet of the province. The scent of apple pie and fresh milk tickled his nose. Glancing up he saw water basins on ledges, and ropes attached across apartments with clothes aired on them for drying. Lanterns hung from low posts. Krest bladed across the inlaid marble lanes, tightening his cloak over his shoulders.
He stepped past the crowd on the lightly snowy streets, toward a gazebo. Dwemer spheres patrolled the streets of the marble city, serving as adjunct-security to the guards, their color matching the brass reinforcements of various apartments. A monorail track was stationed in a clock-tower. A stable with lambs, bunnies, and chickens flanked him, hay strewn about. The calm before the storm.
A rumbling like thunder was coming off in the void. Cold wind bit into his skin. The sky was on fire as pearls rained across the city.
Pearls? Fire?
A great shadow swooped over Krest. A gust of heat came from the air and smoke billowed shortly after.
"DRAGON!" Hollered a man as bells rung.
Krest pounced down the stairs to the lower level near the banister, overlooking the domed houses. Trailing after the sound of frantic screams. Sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him, he boosted towards the balconies. He began to wobble and shake with each footfall until he tripped, everything going black.
Magma gassed over. Krest's eyes peeled open, a wardrobe was on top of him.
The square was razed, burnt marbling. Burned books, knocked over shelves, ash from the wooden furniture littered the floor everywhere. Krest failed to push the wardrobe off his chest. Smoke was fluttering through the sky. He saw roasted corpses near him. When his tears obediently crawled back into the corners of his eyes, he pushed again.
Krest freed his hands, firmly placing his palms against the shimmering glass of the wardrobe. He pressed, but his wrists slid through, breaking it and slitting themselves, shards impregnating into his skin. He pulled them out, flattening over the tarmac. Maybe I should just die here. Long tears drizzled up and poured down his face. The lower half of his jaw was covered in blood and his abdomen felt fit to burst under the furniture. His head twitched and arched painfully, spasming.
No. I refuse.
He placed either hand on each side of the dresser, pushing with everything he had. I won't rest until Talos is dead. Krest placed his forehead against it, shoving, shoving, moving it successfully aside, and clambering out from beneath the wreckage of ice blocks, crawling towards the light.
Remember those healing spells. He stitched his damaged wrists and other small wounds shut, rising up on one knee. I'm the Dragonborn, I can do this. He looked to the side, shimmering veils of heaven above touched down.
More yells and wails followed. Krest spun around in all directions until his eyes locked onto the massive, hulking monstrosity. It was soaring above the Crystal Keep, colossal wings sending small cyclones through the air in their wake as it touched down on a spire, freezing men alive with its blizzard. Storms of ice enveloping the unlucky corpses below. It was chalk-white with a lean, gold-ribbed underbelly, sharp talons the size of scythes, and six limbs. It had two pairs of legs, and its wings attached from the back.
It's no wyvern. Krest's mouth gaped.
It flapped its gargantuan pinions in the air, reaching down and picking up a few straggling guards with its free front claws and swallowing them whole. Their clothes, hats, and weapons scattering across the walls.
Krest drew his tongue over his lips. Talos must've sent it to kill me.
He screeched as brick and mortar flew, ducking into an alleyway. More screams rang out from the city, smoke filling the air. Burnt cadavers flew through the air.
"SVARI, RUN!" Screamed a little girl's mother as a building fell upon her. The nordic youth, Svari tore past him, crying.
He hotfooted towards the temple as the white and gold horned beast growled above. Its claws ripping off the weaker rooves and cracking stone. "Zu'u yah fin dinok do dii hokoron; un goraan zeymah!" Ushered the dragon's thick speech from above them, it rooted itself upon the Bards' Academy of the Voice. "I seek my master's quarry! The dragon-child, the one known as Dovahkiin!" The Dragon announced to all. "Paak, the coward refuses to reveal himself. Rinik pruzah ruz,YOL TOOR SHUL!"Inferno streamed like death from the lizard's maw, enveloping a family hastily trying to make their escape. "I shall turn this city grey from fire until my little brother decides to come forth! The whitened marble will molt the ocean into diamonds!"
Krest sashayed around the upper corridors of the cold backway, sifting through rubble, and sneaking behind a group of skyscrapers on his way back. He didn't have to travel far before he spotted his friends travelling further ahead, observing the dovah with wide eyes. Dibella wore a set of white, winged armor with a helmet that arched over her nose like an eagle's beak, a great blade in her hand. Akatosh, Tsun, Saadia, Ancano, and Idrasa close behind her, each armoured up in their own respective fashions. Glancing back at the dragon, Krest jostled over to them while smog billowed above. The air reeked of ash.
"Keep Saadia safe, she is the Sibyl," said Akatosh to Idrasa and Ancano. "I can transform and try to battle Numinex-."
"That thing has a name?!" Saadia's eye twitched, her hands clasping at straws.
"Yes, he's a child of mine as are all dov. Numinex, as I was saying. But no, were I to try and subdue him it would only result in more destruction in this city, too small for two dragons. He wouldn't bow to me either, Talos has bent his will somehow."
"How?" Saadia asked.
"Talos managed to find a way to resurrect and brainwash Numinex. He's used magic and corrupted the principles of the voice like his former avatar, Ysmir Wulfharth once did. We can try to lure him away however and then I can take him down outside the city." Akatosh wiped the soot from his face.
"You'll kill him?" Tsun readied his massive hammer.
"He won't be dead, he will live on in Aetherius," Akatosh reassured.
Dibella nearly screamed, her fists tightened, "who cares?! People are dying!" She charged out onto the now decimated battleground.
Tsun shoved Krest aside and chased after her.
Idrasa used telekinesis to stab the Dragon's wings with two arrows. The dragon reared its head onto the approaching Dibella. It was using a bone as a toothpick after having just devoured another Nord. The image just didn't sit right with Krest. Like a nightmare borne fruit. The creature was magnificent, however, its wings like an angelic cape.
"Aah, Lady Dibella the Y'ffer. Hi lost Shor's favorite kiim… wah bed," he uttered in a rather insulting manner, his serpentine lips drawing into a dastardly smirk.
Dibella ran ahead.
"Saadia, Idrasa, Ancano." Akatosh rounded on the Redguard and the elves. "Please go and help the guardsmen man the crossbows and artillery. Tell them to fire the largest spears they have at him, and to do it from under cover, where Numinex can't reach them."
"Yes, my lord." Saadia was gone in a flash of gleaming mithril. Idrasa and Ancano tailing her.
"Use those magicks of yours to target the beast in its weak spots but stay undercover. It is weakest on its joints, eyes, and over its heart," Akatosh yelled to them as they ran away. Krest tapped the Dragon-god's wrist. "Help heal the others," the god said. Before Krest could make a rebuke, the Time-god was off, brandishing his unique aureate bow and elven arrows.
That's Auriel's Bow!
The others followed in a whirl of wind as the battlemages spilled out from near him and began casting protective enchantments around the outer walls. AFus Ro Daherupted off the top of a tower. Krest galloped under a more protected arch.
The dragon thrashed away several guards that attempted to attack it. Some tamed dwarven automatons such as spheres, spiders, and humanoids charged after Numinex, managing to thrust their spears into it to a great wail of pain from the nightmare on Nirn. The creature, who sat in the middle of the battlefield composed of rubble and ruined edifices, huffed, and puffed and the spears shot out from it in all directions. Three went hurdling toward Akatosh who spun his bow in his hands fast enough to deflect all of them before drawing it and landing an arrow perfectly into the colossus's fiery orange iris, within the pupil.
"Bull's eye!" Akatosh cheered, hopping.
Numinex's horned crown reared back, and fire bellowed out, soaking the towering monument of Talos in flames and soot. "Consorting voth joor. Curse you, Father! Hin zeymah sends his regards," the words morphed into dragon blaze towards the end, but Akatosh acted faster.
"IIZ SLEN NUS!" Akatosh's thu'um stormed out, strong enough to freeze the flames in its tracks before it all melted into steam. "Do not repeat the mistakes of your eldest brother, Alduin. He was a fool who defied me as well. - Hin fen los wah in hin paar. But you serve the wrong master. Rok lost aan krivaan nol fin kiin. Rok has always hated fin vahzen, fah til los nid vahzen in rok."
"Cast aside all who don't conform, Bormahu?" The dragon peered menacingly up at him as Krest watched in horror.
"No. I cast aside those who wish to forsake and dominate. Tsun, now!" Akatosh bellied, rallying out of the way as the mighty Atmoran deity charged up behind him, swinging his mighty cudgel over his broad shoulder, smacking Numinex hard across his long jaw. The bone palate snapped straight off and blood as bright as the fire that burned in the beast leaked out, a puddle forming on the playground. It was sizzling.
Dibella lunged forward from behind the dovah and slashed at its wing, but it shook her off and shot up into the air as Tsun's next swing hit the ground, cracking it.
"Feim Zii Gron," croaked Numinex in a whisper as he became ethereal and the hail of arrows that descended upon him from the distance flew through him like he was a ghost and crashed into a neighboring building. It was then the dragon's remaining eye fell onto Krest. Before he could do anything, Numinex batted his wings, swooshing down over him like a wave and snatched Krest with his talons. Wrenching him up as wind assaulted them.
As they soared into the sky, Krest saw the scene below him. A crater was lodged into the middle of the capital and the gods toiled on the ground as guards, warriors, and any citizen either brave or stupid enough thundered down the hill, firing arrow after arrow at the ivory scaled titan. The body of Numinex was like a whale from here but scaled. A golden arrow from Akatosh pierced Numinex's hook and Krest fell. He screamed as he descended. A highspeed monorail flying off the rails into the sea.
Akatosh shouted something at Krest, and he felt his body become ethereal like Numinex had earlier. He fell onto a marble rooftop and rolled, unharmed. Numinex folded in his wings and swooped down at him in a snake-like lunge. "WULD," shouted the traitorous dragon. But as he neared the building, Tsun whacked him hard across the face once more with his mighty hammer. Numinex's entire jaw snapped right off. The beast thrust through the pearl skyscraper, toppling it over as Krest sprinted to get off before it collapsed. Glass, furniture, books sprayed everywhere in the wake of dust clouds. The ground beneath him then caved in and he fell, launching hopelessly down.
The interior was like a maze; hallways and passages that ran around, going up and connecting several rooms with the office on top. Everything was icy, including the walls, floor, and ceilings. Krest dialed wildly down the corridors, into the overhead section, which proved to be a mistake. The Dragon's palm struck the brick behind him, caving it in.
Numinex had cornered him, injecting its claw into his shoulder as his blood bled onto the dragon's nails. The creature lowered its head and molting spit dripped down from its mouth to glop on Krest' face. It felt like thick globules of warm serum caressing his cheeks and mouth. "I recognize my own kind, joor," it said. A blast resounded, gifting Krest the chance to uppercut it and dodge, running outside as it swung around, caving more building with its tail. The nightmarish lizard scuttled after him on its dual pair of legs. Its footsteps sounding like massive, quaking thumps.
Bloodthirsty and enraged, the dragon crashed through the roof right under Krest, and he nearly fell into its mouth but stepped over its teeth as it snapped them shut and Krest hopped onto its head, grabbing its horns for support as it took flight once more. The dragon crashed onto rooftops, smashing basins of bath water and lines of drying clothes. Its wings pierced, ripped, and tattered. Nevertheless, it launched itself over the wen. Krest saw a catapult with a huge fire-lit spear draw onto the grounds followed by canons pulled by elven prisoners while the Sons of Septim fired their arquebuses and crossbows at it.
Numinex flew as best he could, flapping his wings like a baby bird over the lake below, still level with the outlying city wall.
Krest saw Dibella high tailing in a sprint, full force across the gate towards him and the dragon. He'd never seen anyone run so fast in his life. "Wuld nah kest!" She shouted. The Nord woman was yelling something, but everything was a blur, and he wasn't sure what she was trying to say, "JUMP! JUMP YOU IDIOT!" She waved her sword above herself at him.
Krest let go of Numinex's gold horns and rolled over. Streaking toward the water, his hair flying up just as canons burst through the dragon's wings and a spear throttled its rib cage, spearing the heart and exploding in midair with lava flowing out the monster. The eyeball of the drake bouncing off Krest's shoulder, into the sea. The dragon's body fell toward the waters and Krest saw Dibella lunge off the elevated walkway straight at him, folding in her wings. She slammed into Krest hard, quickly wrapping him in her arms and clenching his legs with her own as they made their descent into the vibrant bay below.
"Hold onto me, baby. Hold onto me," her words came out tender and motherly. She clutched him so tight he could barely breathe.
Dibella stiffened around him like a vice and tucked his head beneath her chin. They closed their eyes as they burst into the sea, followed by the fiery body of Numinex. He shrieked as the unforgiving water froze his body. He descended for what felt like hours before swimming away from the depths of bright blue death, his body screaming as every pore was assaulted by ice shanking into him like knives. His head violated by the submerging. But Dibella's stronghold over him cut through with its motherly warmth. The flames died away as the dead dovah plunged into the radiant water. Krest sank, his eyes closing, but strong arms wrenched him across onto the shore. The ale of Aetherius changed after the heat the dragon-fire had emitted, the pool becoming a bubbling hot tub.
He climbed out onto the marble sand, coughing and spluttering water out of his mouth as Dibella tossed her helmet and blade aside. Krest clapped a hand to his forehead, chittering in the coldness and lying on his back, breathing slowly. Dibella sat down a few feet away from him, drying off her armor. Her angel wings shook off the wetness as she readjusted the lily in her hair.
She breathed a sigh as she articulated, "I'm going to pretend you didn't do any of that on purpose. Otherwise, I'd have to yell at you and I'm too exhausted for that right now."
Krest sat up, pushing himself against a rock. Their stares snapped to the sea when the leviathan from before swam and engulfed Numinex's corpse into its jaw, splashing waves their way. Dibella jumped onto him, holding him down as the liquid thrashed over them before subsiding back into the enormous marble sea-basin. Her whole body was pressed against him. He was smaller than her by a margin. When she looked at him, short hair soaked. Her bleached, crystalline eyes focused on his eyes and his heart fluttered. Butterflies exploding in his stomach.
Ice-blue and crystal mixing with one another.
"Something's happening." Dibella pulled him up by the wrist.
She picked up her sword as lights, multicoloured like dancing flames or fireworks shot out of the basin, encircling around Saadia, who had just arrived from the burning scene above. Dibella dropped her weapon, and they collectively watched Saadia. The others arrived then, locating them, and observing with astonishment. More luminous energy swirled around her, sinking into her membrane. Akatosh, Krest noted from the corner of his vision, was not surprised, smiling instead.
Saadia closed her eyes, garbed in tattered mithril, hair sticking up in odd places. Her eyes opened. "FUS RO DAH!"A thundering ethereal cloud sundered out of her mouth, rippling the sea, and scratching the zephyr.
Krest leaned back on a colourless boulder.
She was the Last Dragonborn all along. It was never me.
He stared flatly at the ground, wishing he too would've just died.
Tsun and Dibella marched toward her. Krest shifted to get a better view of Akatosh, Ancano, and Idrasa.
"What does this mean? And you knew all along but didn't say..." Saadia stared at her palms in apparent disbelief.
"You are the Last Dragonborn." Akatosh grinned widely. "I wanted you to discover it for yourself, daughter. You are the Dovahkiin. Ysmir, Dragon of the North. You are the one destined to defeat Talos. I am so proud of you. You have not lived an easy life, Saadia."
Krest bit his lip, warily surveying the few remaining bone fragments of the Dragon under the clear blue sea. Small tears broke from their prison, flooding his jowls. His mind was a frenzy of emotions and memories. He inhaled the fresh air and relished the cold feeling as it made its descent, before exhaling thoroughly and peeling open his eyelids. Thankfully, none had bore witness to his rare reveal of emotion. Save a huddle of penguins hopping around on the peaks. One seemed to be laughing at him.
Saadia deserves it. Not me.
"Talos recognized her as a dovah too. It took him longer because he wasn't born as one, but he's absorbed souls, so he knew of the kinship. That's why Numinex came here." Tsun crossed one arm over his abdomen, the other stroking his oiled beard-hair. "Though I don't think he intended for that much damage to happen."
"He destroyed the underground passage and the worm. Which means we can't track him here." Dibella indicated the wreckage with her finger.
Way in the distance Krest could see it as well, marble ground caved in on itself, shattered stones and a dead worm carcass sticking out of the dirt underneath. The Nifelworm was slain.
"Numinex must've destroyed it for him before attacking the city. Now we can't trail Talos," Idrasa postulated.
"Well, I think we ought to go bury the dead and rebuild," Akatosh sighed sadly, running cleansing hands over his illustrious golden-beard. "I think a spot of tea and apple pie would be nice afterwards."
"I'm so glad you're alright." Tsun kissed Dibella and she coned her fingers around his countenance in return.
They all eventually walked off up the hill, leaving Krest alone.
Krest simpered, toddling off where he'd be unseen. Behind a boulder, his brows did a downward struggle as he washed his face in the tributary. All the soot washing away. He put his head in his hands.
I'm just another worthless nobody who won't matter after he's dead and gone.
He wasn't the Last Dragonborn. He was a nobody just like the rest of the world. What reason did he have to live? Krest laid back against the pale boulder, resting his chin to his neck. He took out the pills Danica had given him and swallowed them all in one gulp.
Soon as he felt his consciousness begin to fade, Krest jumped in the warm water, drowning below as his vision blotted out. Dibella and her smile swimming within the panorama of his mind.
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A/N: My shouts will work differently than canon. Basically, you absorb shouts and knowledge both from dead dragons. Why? So, we don't have 20 chapters of Saadia dungeon delving. Yes, Saadia is the Dovahkiin. There is no hoopla at play here. Saadia is the only Ldb in this. Please review, as this story has been 4 years in the making!