High King Dovahkiin next's adventure

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Prologue, High King Next Journey
Chapter 2 old friends and new family
Chapter 1 the way of the dov
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Prologue, High King Next Journey

Author's Note

Since I have been writing this on my phone a good majority of the time I can’t properly space things out until I get home. When I remember to, anyways this is a story that’s been bouncing around in my head for some time while I got into my Skyrim binge recently. Maybe try to use it as a way to get back into typing and writing again. Already thinking on asking or looking for others that might want to join in this adventure. I just can't get most of the mane 6 down right with how they act or their way speaking, like applejack for example.

Prologue, High King Next Journey

4E 405 Skyrim college of winterhold.
Journal of eragon snowmane, formerly ravenmane.

The north wind blows heavily though the college grounds, threatening to rip the robe off my back. I can feel the steel chain mail cool rapidly when it comes back in contact with my arms.

‘By the gods, this is how the day is going to start.’ I think as I begin to walk towards the bridge to winterhold proper. My name is Eragon Snowmane, formerly Ravenmane before the consequences of my journey and or destiny changed my raven black hair to a snow white. I'm your typical build nord, 6.8 in height, with shoulder length hair, a piercing blue right eye, while the other is milky white, with a jagged scar over said eye. Another price to pay for my journey. I can still see out it but it just looks like I can’t. When I do let my beard grow out I tend to tie it up and tie beads into it to pay respect for the dwarfs who’s holds I had traveled plenty though. Typically I kept it short but in recent years I’ve let it grow till almost touches my stomach. Though I do retie the beads higher as it grows. Most of the guards refer to me occasionally as Olaf’s successor, or Olaf’s return. All in joking I know, but I enjoy hearing them joke and sometimes hint that I know they are calling me such. Sometimes i even try acting like said mad king sometimes, and seeing how said drake's bone are above the feast hall i sometimes throw some food up into the jaw of said drake to fuck with my guards even more. Sometimes even say "Here Numinex, have some of this great meal." I could just hear them lock up in both fear and shock before relaxing since its all in fun. Plenty of laughs have been had when i've done that. I miss those days, as time marches on.

Ah winterhold, After the many, many amounts of coins I put into this place to help them build and rebuild what was lost they finally have a proper hold again. The jarl house now have a proper hall instead of basic, well shack. As well as a forge and horse stable. A new shop for herbs and other potion ingredients. The horse stable at the opening of the hold. A stone wall having been built to help keep the white trolls and draugr that has starting coming out of some burial sight that had been opened due to a dragon crashing into it when I killed it.

In the stable I see my favorite ride bloodmare. A gift from the dark brotherhood. Apon getting into the saddle I begin my journey to my capital whiterun. The civil war's end saw the jarl of whiterun out of power and the moving of power and incidents overtime saw both title and position of high king moved from ulfric to my own self. Both in the way of ascension and the fact that I outlived him. I’ve been named Jarl of whiterun and when ulfric died, a moot was held in which I was voted high king both into due to my status, as thane of Skyrim, and who I was. Thus whiterun was now the capital of Skyrim and dragon reach my home. Although I never truly lived in it, much to the guards (and the blades) anger and stress but when you run the companions, thief guild, dark brotherhood, the blades, and being know as the slayer of the world eater, I doubt anyone would try. I mean bandits and raiders still try but I digress.

My travel though Skyrim's snow and mountains to my hold, my thoughts drift on more on what I’ve, and most of the mages at the college have been feeling the last few weeks. Magic in of itself has been feeling off and shifting. Some spells have been backfiring and having different results. My current path after I stop at whiterun is to head to river run, my true home and then start moving up the new thousands steps. My gut tells me the throat of the world would be the only place i could i could find some answers or others who might have a idea of might be happening. I regularly have been keeping the staff of magnus on me since the aftershocks of the eye are still happening. Even when 200 years of past since the eye was taken by the order.

I pause on my steps over looking the valley that whiterun rests in right before you start to get into river run proper. My mind begins to naw on that thought. I wonder if the psijic order could have answers? If they did, they would have come to me by now like they did in the past. I shake my head as I begin my walk again the warm winds slowly shifting to cold once more, the storm that had been at my back on my way here still on the edge of the mountains near dawnstar and winterhold. The look of the dark storm not helping my of already troubled mind. Almost everyone I knew on my adventures has long since past away by other age or battle. Thankfully none did past from other reasons like poison or disease. The only survivors of my time is aela my wife, farkas and his brother vilkas. Their longer lives given to them by a few blessing from the god of the hunt, for actions done in his name by me to give them more time, along with a few favors to Mehrunes Dagon, earned them more years thanks to the mixing of bloods both in the beast blood and vampire blood. All the benefits of the beast blood and none of the draw backs of the vampire blood. Most of the thief guild core members had past from age but had taught their kids the knowledge and wisdom, the tricks of the trade one could say. I had long since had the dark brother hood move in with the guild since both work together so much. I was kinda happy to have been there when cicero died, so he could serve the great mother in his next life.

Upon thinking of those of past brings pain to my heart, the curse of living this long is losing a lot of people you care about. Most if not all my housecarls had kids who too, had taken up their parents charge of keeping me and my homes safe. While the home I had built in river run was like the one I built over looking the lake in falkreath, it held one boon that all other built by me didn't, a small space in the void shaped by the mad god himself as my place to store my artifacts that I had gotten from the lords and gods. Hidden nice and snuggly in the basement of my home. The void space was named necrosis, which is a small plane of oblivion. Nothing like the shivering isles, or any of the daedric lords or gods. still it was a place big enough for me to live and keep the real dangerous gear and items in, or if i didn't want to be bothered and left alone to read or work on spells I had been working on.

My steps upon graybeards living quarters brings me back into focus especially once one of the new gray beards approached when I had unknowingly walked though the doors in my thoughts. My daydream/thinking while walking tends to make me tune out the world around me until I tune back in. Must be a side effect of my old ass, or I’m just getting that scattered brained.

“Dragonborn, we greet you to High Hrothgar. What brings the high king to our lonely mountain?” Tikin, son of Arngeir asks. He the son of the only gray beard that wouldn’t shake the whole place when speaking with me. How that man came to have a son, I don't know and don't want to know.

“Ill tidings my friend, unfortunately while at the college teaching I have noticed change happening in the very magic around us, many others have felt it as well and I have come here to seek wisdom and see if you all have felt any changes as well. Maybe continue my walk to the very top to speak with the lone dov on the mountain.” I respond my eye lifted in question while using my nickname for Paarthurnax.

“We have indeed felt changes up here as well Dragonborn, to what might be doing it we have no answer, I do believe my father might have an idea on it but he has long since pasted, so we can not turn to him.” He says after a look of pain crosses his face. The loss of his father still weighs heavy apon his heart. “Paarthurnax may indeed have the information you are looking for Dovahkiin, I suggest walking up to speak with him, or some of the Daedra or some of the gods. They might have a idea of what might be passing or is happening.” He finishes before heading to his spot to start meditating.

In truth I had thought of turning to those sources for information but I don’t truly trust the gods, even when I go around with some of their artifacts on me. My trust of them little compared to the lords. They too I have little trust in, the only one I do trust in since he tends to be blunt, is The mad god himself, Sheogorath. Most of what he tells me comes to pass anyways but he has been silent the past few years, which isn’t like him. I start my walk once more up the last stairs to begin my walk to the lone dov. My work up there in years before had built a small rest point where the lone dov tends to rest, for others to rest as well and to speak freely to each other without fear of the heavy winds or biting cold. Even the old one tends to wrap himself around it to enjoy the warmth. It may have been made of stonebricks and carved stone but it was a good spot to rest. Turns out a pool of magma was hidden not to deep in the mountain and with a bit of digging we found it. Now it pools into a pool in the center of the rest, bringing heat to the mountain top. Nothing major mind you, just enough to warm your bones. Most non nords, (excluding the khajiit,) that make the Journey up here tend to almost cry to the gods when the see it. The building itself looks like most of the Nord ruins and burial sites just because it was the easiest to make. But with its circular pattern it was easiest to do. The only difference being its size to help fit a dov as well.

Upon my arrival on the lone rest, I saw I wasn’t alone, sitting close to the fire pit of liquid stone was the mad god himself, cooking a cheese wheel over the heat. I could only make out a little of what he was saying until I fully walked it.

“——it’s the end times I tell you, all of them have gone as mad as I have and now are making me look sane, me the mad god himself sane. Oh what is the world coming too.” He said looking to the dov who for the first time I truly seen worry upon his face.

“Is that why magic is suddenly feeling so strange my friend?” I call slowly taking of the bear coat I had put on after leaving the gray beards home.

“Ah my boy, perfect timing, yes it is why, change is coming my boy, very dangerous change, change that will leave all of world changed. Some... unfortunately, not for the better.” He said almost rambling on, pausing for a moment on some while seeming to look around.

‘Welp there goes the world.’ I thought. If the mad god says it, then it be true. “I need some mead.” I say aloud while slowly sitting down on the bench next to him and closer to Paarthurnax. A bottle of nord mead already appearing in hand thanks to the god in the room. I'm already chugging it when he spoke again.

“Well its not all doom and gloom my boy, at least not for you, with the many favors and services you’ve done for myself and the other gods. I decided to not let your life nor your services be unrewarded. Thus I have decided to help you live though all that will come to pass, but I do not know if I too will be there when you may return. I have already sent and moved those in which you trust and that you owned into your realm that I helped make. May I hope to see you again my friend.” He said not letting me speak until the end, and yet I couldn’t because he snapped his fingers and everything seemed to melt and change around me, like wax in a candle melting. Mountains shifting, fires burning all around for just seconds before passing by. Ice and slow consuming all before me. To my absolute horror I watched as our red moon was consumed in a portal leaving us with our smaller moon. The stars themselves started to shift till I no longer could recognize them. Time to me was moving like lightning around me, as I watch everything I knew change before me. The only idea I had was the gods and lords where either fighting and killing eachother or the change was a side effect from my slaying of Alduin. All i could do was float on and watch as the world i knew changed. Even now the sun began the shift and rise in a different direction. For a momemt I could swear the sun and moon stopped moving and then started again.

Equestia 2001 ND (nightmare’s defeat) September 17th (roughly eight thousand years passing in spell time)

Now I find myself floating mid air, over looking a new kingdom. This valley full of life trees flowing all the way down it till it seemed to reach a village, directly below me was a castle and what seemed to be a hold built upon a mountain, the town built around all hugging on to the mountain that once was the throat of the world. The city had beautiful shades of purple, gold, and white marble. Unfortunately whatever was left of the spell holding me up in the air was now gone and I was now plummeting towards the castle roof and what I suspected would be my death. The only real thought coming to mind and being spoken as well was my yell of. “YOU FUCKER!” Unknown to me those inside had heard me and my terrific entrance into their dining hall, though the roof and then upon the many tables of food. Thus leads me to where I am now, very much alive, on a very crushed table, all kinds of food most likely crushed and mushed into my heavy bear robe and most likely in the chainmail too. And to making it anymore confusing I have a bunch of armored horses yelling something at me and some how pointing spears and swords at me. There coats various shades of grey, white and dark gray. There armor helmets giving me imperial vibes.

“Shit.” I muttered once I noticed the remains of a table leg ramped though my lower gut, right above my hip, right where I didn’t have proper coverage by the chain mail. They seemed to have just noticed it to since they are backing off and judging by their faces, it’s the first time seeing blood. Oh boy their going to have a good show, if their this green, just at the sight of blood, then the rest is going to scar them for life. It’s going to take a good chuck of time with restoration magic to get that wound healed and it’s going to be a bad scar. Oh well another to match the rest adoring my body.

Now I see two taller horses coming closer to me. One is completely white with a flowing mane somehow with the colors of cyan, green, and pink of all things. The smaller blue one compared to the white one has various different shades of blue. ‘Judging by there attire they must be important or royalty.’ I thought for a moment. ‘Just how in the gods are there manes flowing like that, magic? But that absurd, no other creature besides us humans, dragons and those that served the dragons could use magic.’

This is going to be so fun, I already know it. I’m already starting to try to get my hands behind myself to try and lift myself up, this not the first time I’ve been impaled but I was a novice mage then. I can see them all getting freaked out by me trying to get up but I don’t care I know I need this out before I get a disease from it, I know the beast blood is technically a disease itself and over powers others but still, I know I can get worse because of this. By the time I’ve stood up to my full height only the horn on the white one coming to eye level, the blue one only coming to upper chest to almost mid neck. The guards only came up to lower gut to almost crotch level. Speaking of said guards, they seem to be stuck between either doing there job and protest their (possible) rulers and trying to not vomit. While standing up I started feeling the table leg with my left hand to see which way I’ve got to go to get it out and judging by what i felt I’m going to have to pull it out from the front.

“If you can understand me, sorry for what your about to see.” I said in hope they could understand me. I was hoping my face was apologetic looking while looking at them as well.

With my hands firmly around the leg I began to pull it free of myself. Already feeling my blood beginning to run free, my luck the leg tapered to a round nub so getting it free was easy. With a quick pull I get it free of my body, instantly dropping to a knee because of the new pain and odd cold in the wound. I already choosing to use grand healing I began to focus, changing the area of effect spell to a focus spot aiming directly at the hole though me. Already feeling the internals beginning to heal, basically starting at the middle and healing outward. I crack open an eye I had shut from the pain to look at those in front of me, in a bow like position. Their jaws open wide at I guess my spell craft. Both of the royals seemed in different ways, the white one seemed like she was going to try to help me, while the blue seemed like she was deep thinking. Perhaps thinking on what could she do to help maybe? A small smile graced my face hidden away by the beard. ‘I just might be in good hands, or is it hooves?’ I thought before turning my attention back on the spell and wound. Healing wounds like ice spike’s got me good at dealing these wounds. Granted most of the time they would shatter when they hit armor but I digress. The ones that hit in the arms or the legs where I didn’t have armor always bothered me the most. Once I feel my skin nit back together do I begin to cut the Magica to the spell. Now all I feel is a sore spot and a chill where the wound was. The soreness would pass but my shirts would need a patch, along with the bear skin coat I had on as well. The mad god must of put it on me during his spell.

Now fully healed again I stood once more staring down at what I suspected are royals. ‘Hope I didn’t just scar them by doing all that.’ I thought now rubbing the closed would with a what I hoped looked like a sorry or a friendly expression. Once again they started talking in a language I didn’t understand. Now with a face of questioning, eyebrow raised showing I didn’t understand. I watched as the blue one seemed to have had a idea, as her horn seemed to begin to glow. ‘How in oblivion is her horn glowing.’ I thought. Now very curious on what she was doing I didn’t realize it until the world around me somehow came back into focus. Like being under water and coming to the surface.

“What is he?”

“Did you see him rip that out of himself so easily?”

“Just who or what is this thing?”

Suddenly understanding the world around me, my focus roamed around the room hearing what the horses around me where saying, until my gaze shapped directly on to the blue one. Her face obvious that whatever she had done had worked.

“Ha ha our transition spell has succeeded huzzah.”

“It seems to have sister.” The white one said after looking to her now labeled sister, before looking back at me.

My mind at the moment was now processing what I just heard, both in I know could understand them and the fact I just saw them cast magic. My mind at a full loss over witnessing what I just watched happen, everything I know just having been proved and broken by this blue equine.

“Are you alright sir, you haven’t spoken anything since my sister cast that spell on you? My name is Princess Celestia and this is my sister Princess Luna. What is your’s, my dinner and cake interrupting friend?” The whi- Celestia said, clearly forcing her smile while having a wing, (‘They have wings!?’) Towards her sister.

Finally my mind after feeling like the mad god himself had royalty fucked it into cheese and put it back, slapped itself back into finally responding. “What in the nine was in that drink!” I muttered out in full confusion. For some odd reason I started to suddenly imagine some kind of skeleton sitting on a throne saying “wat” with ever increasing worry and frustration in his very nasally voice.

“When I see that mad god again, I’m going to feed him his own feet for whatever he has done to me.” I said full on focused on the floor below me feet since my anger was not warranted on those around me.

4 hour later on the friendship express

"So what did the princess what us for anyways? I was busy doing practice tries on some stunts that will get my into the wonderbolts." Rainbow dash said out loud completely bored of the train ride.

"Their letter was very brief, and just said to grab all of us and our elements and to then head to canterlot. She said we have someone new to meet. She didn't say who it is or why we have to." Twilight sparkle said in turn before slowly becoming nervous. "I mean she even asked us to bring spike with us, no offense spike."

"None taken." Spike said before going back to his comic and snacking on a ruby. "It might be dragon related if i was asked to come too."

"It could be..." Twilight said before falling silent besides a few mumbles as she went though a list of what and why.

"Whatever it is, I'm just happy to meet a new friend!" Pinkie yelled before zipping around asking what this new friend might like and what they do, what they might look like.

"I'm just happy big mac was able to cover for me long enough so i could come too." Applejack said slightly worried about said far not having her around.

"Well dears, we are almost there." Rarity said point to the station coming around the curve of the track.

Once the train came to a stop, said train of just one car for the group to come up showing how much of a rush this was. As the doors opened to let them out a small group of guards waited for them. Chief among them was shining armor.

"Twilly!"

"BBBFF!"

Both siblings embraced in a hug before Shining's face became more serious. "We got to get moving, we don't want to keep everyone waiting."

"Everyone?" Twilight asked her brother.

"Whoops, I guess his way of speaking has started to rub off on me. He uses every'one' when he is talking about everypony." Shining said before looking towards everyone. "I suggest prepping yourselves for how he acts and how he looks. Took us some time but once he had time to calm down and I guess process everything that just happened to him, among getting a few cups of wine, he seemed to calm down and start talking and open up to all of us. My advice don't rush him with questions, he is still processing everything right now." Shining said looking to each one of them as they walked before turning his head to rarity. "He does have a cloak that he needs patched, by what I and cadence could get out of him, it was something his late wife made him and it being damaged has him more hurt then his wounds by the table."

"If its that sentimental, I will doing everything I can to fix it." she said with determination.

"He should just get a new one." Rainbow said uncaring.

"One guard suggested that, suffice to say, he isn't going to be talking for a month at least. Before you ask, yes he did break the jaw of said guard, before i'm sure cadence or I could." He said looking at her with a side eye. "And before you claim you could take him, you can't. Unless you could stand up while impaled though your lower stomach and rip it out like it was a splinter. You have no chance, his telekinesis might be very mana inefficient, his other spell's he showed off would have you either unable to move because your body locked up from electric shock or impaled with ice spikes. His mana reserves are almost if even deeper then both princess Celestia and Luna together. You would not win rainbow dash, even most likely you wouldn't be able to fly ever again if he hit your wings or their muscles." Shining said before turning back to the walk. "Though by his showing of his aim, by hitting a fly on the wall with a ice spike, it would be on purpose if he hit your wing." He said with a more cold tone.

"I bet i still could fight him and win." Rainbow said quietly.

"And before I forget, spike." shining said before turning his attention to spike. "When he was told that a dragon was coming with all of you, he did start freaking out and well the armor he somehow pulled out of his knapsack, well try not to freak out looking at it or at him. He said that his soul tends to make dragons freakout but he didn't say why. And as much as we tried to get him to take it off he said he wouldn't till he saw it was truly safe. I sure he is that stubborn that he truly won't take it off till he see's that your not a threat."

"On a level of Coolness from ogres and oubliettes is his armor at?"

"Easily barbarian evil overlord level of cool."

"I can't wait to see it!" Spike said now running along side shining.

When they all reached the main doors, the guards be the door turned and slowly opened it, the conversation inside coming into focus. "---then I lifted the drunk like he was a child right over my head before leaning back and smashing a table with him by falling backwards!" A almost joyless voice called out, its deep tone matching the now deep laugh coming from the figure. Decked out in a set of deep red and black armor that had upward facing spikes on its shoulder plates, the helm sat on the table near by. A nice long robe, cloak seemed to be mounted to the armor as well. The being's face was locked in a deep smile when he wasn't laughing. The wrinkles still showed on his face, from around his forehead to his cheeks. His snow white hair resting on his shoulders, a rather short beard was around his mouth and his piercing blue right eye soon looked at them while a milky left looked at them as well. His face had many small scars but had one major one running down over his left eye, starting in his hair line before ending at his beard, the rest must be hidden in his beard. His eye seemed to pass over all of them before it focused on spike. His eye lingered on spike long enough before slowly turn to the princesses.

"Yeah, i can admit defeat. You both are right, he is completely harmless." He said to both celestia and luna before slowly sitting his mug down and slowly taking his gauntlets off and waving his hand in a come here motion to spike. Spike in turn slowly began to walk over to him as the tall figure slowly bent down to try and match spikes height. Kinda hard for someone over 6.8 feet high but he still tried. Once spike was in front of this being spike could begin to feel some kind of feeling, like he was in front of a elder who was to respected and listened to. Spike unknowingly feeling all the souls that were mixed with the being's soul in front of him. Said souls looking though the eyes of the 'host' were either trying to not laugh at the "dragon" before them or be angry with this lizard claiming it to be a dragon. The Main soul the dovahkiin himself was in equal of all of those around himself but was more trying to not laugh.

"So, your spike the dragon huh?" He said his voice monotone and flat.

"Yes, I'm spike the dragon, Spike the mighty." He said puffing out his chest.

"Then, Spike the mighty, give me your best fire breath. Right here." He said pointing dead center of his chest.

"But won't that hurt you?" He asked looking into the eyes of the being.

"Did i shudder? Hit me with your fire." He said his voice now laced with slight anger and his blue eye now dragonic looking at him, fury hidden be hide it. Spike in a moment of fear and wanting to run from this sudden feeling of dread let out a belch of green fire right dead center of his armor and hitting said being in the face as well, said fire turned into black smoke after burning itself out. "Well this little one has some fire in him after all." A voice said as the smoke cleared from the being. His face slightly caked with soot, and his armor barely looked different. His anger look now a wide grin. "My turn." He said before he said "Yol Toor Shul" As a hot, warm to spike, Gout of flames cover spike and burned into the floor. "Well met, Spike the mighty." As the flames burned away leaving a soot covered spike, who in turn started to smile to match the one in front of him, both came to realize most, if not everyone in the room was poised and or looking sacred at what just happened. "OH Yeah, I forgot to mention that's how dragons say hello to each other, didn't I?"

"That was awesome, Do it again!" Rainbow, Pinkie and Spike yelled while looking to him again.

Chapter 2 old friends and new family

Excerpt page from eragon’s book. The Journey.

It is funny how destiny and fate weave your journey and adventure before you even realize it and how it leads you to it. From the simplest and mundane to complicated and grand. In my case it was all four and it all started in Helgan. With my head on the chopping block staring up into the red eyes of a midnight black dragon. With the headman’s axe raised into the sky.

“Come on, brother! The gods aren’t going to give us another chance like this!”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!’ I thought before rolling into the tower along with the rest of the storm cloaks.

“Jarl that was a dragon wasn’t it? A real live fire breathing dragon?”

“Yes, that was a real dragon currently raising this city to Ash.”

“I’ve seen the one in whiterun above the Jarl seat. I thought it was scary being dead but seen one in flesh and very much alive makes me wish I was home sleeping and all this was a nightmare. What’s next, is the Lord of madness and chaos gonna show up?” I said panting and trying to not panic staring at Jarl Ulfric. “After that imperial bitch attempted to have me separated from my head and shoulders consider me fully on your side, once I tell all the companions and old Gray mane. You guys are gonna have the best steel around and maybe even some Intel that you can use. I know damn well any requests asked by those aligned to the imperials are going to be ignored from here on.” I said starting to shake some of the nervousness from my shoulders. “Now who’s got a dagger to cut these binds from my hands. I wanna go find that Captain so I can ring her neck personally.” I said rather darkly as someone cut the bindings from my hands.

“How is it they didn’t have you get out of your armor?”

“I was assured if I didn’t miss behave I wouldn’t have to, after all i saved all my coin to even afford the ebony ingots needed to forge this set. I may be the apprentice to old gray mean but I sure as hell ain’t letting any imperial hands get their hands on the set of armor. I just wish I had forged a helmet before leaving to deliver this request of sky forge steel for you. Anyone have a helmet that isn’t light I can use till we get out of here?”

—back to the main story—

After that brain numbing and complete an utter curve fireball, the entire group including said curve ball made our way into the keep proper. Said headache inducing problem add to duck to fit through the doorway.

“Where is the mead, I need some mead before we tackle this.” I said before sitting down on the bed upstairs since it was the biggest room that all of us could fit in.

“When did all this start, when did you get the ability to speak?” I asked shadowmare looking at the towering equine before me. Both of the sisters reaction to said equine was the same. Gapping jaws and brains trying to process what they were seeing. Most likely the same thought was ‘how is she so big.’ I mean here I am 6.5 feet and shadowmare is easily 10.5 feet when her head is held high.

“It was about 30 minutes after she showed up it’s been about five hours that we’ve been here.” Vilkas said looking at me.

“We’ve had plenty of time to process it. To be honest it’s kind of strange seeing two smaller ones with wings and horns.” Farkas said looking at them then me.

“Oh yes, sorry. Introductions, these both are Celestia and Luna respectively. Both hold the same title as high king, or in their case princesses. Celestia here moves the sun and Luna moved the moon. I still don’t fully believe them till I see it but I will probably be in 2 to 3 more hours before they could possibly show us.” I said looking at my companions and wife.

“So what happened? Why is there a bunch of horses running as royalty?” My loving wife Aela asked looking at me.

“First off, use pony. Horse is kinda offensive for them, second they are to small to be called horses. For oblivion’s sake shadowmare I would consider a horse. Third A lot has happened. Tamriel as we know it no longer exists. I would know, I got front row seats to watch it all be destroyed. Judging by some of the things I saw and witnessed the gods and Lords may of broke off and or had a war with each other. As far as I know none of them exist anymore, or haven’t contacted me yet seeing that I am their grand champion.” I said explaining to those that hadn’t been sat down and told how things work now.

“So what do we do now?” Vilkas said looking at me. Straight to the point, that’s what I love about him. Focus on the here and now figure everything out later.

“Right now, i’m considering restarting the companions guild and the ‘other’ guilds. Both in a way of making coin and giving these two a information Intel source so they can find out about things and any bad actors. We both know which guild I’m talking about that was particularly good at sniffing out skeletons in closets.” I said looking at those around me both brothers knowing exactly which one I meant.

“What do you mean?” The sisters asked

“Just like I said you guys need information on any bad actors and or possible troublemakers that show up. Then you’re not caught off guard should something happen.” I said looking at them.

“And speaking of which, I hope you both don’t mind me starting it.” I said looking at them.

“Have both of you had formal training in swords and general defense of each other.” My wife ask them both.

“We both have but I haven’t kept on it. Magic defense is something I still have power in. Out of both my sister is probably the better sword user.” Celestia said looking at her sister, judging by her face something in there past happened.

“Well that can’t stand in my eyes.” I and my wife said in almost In unison. We looked at each other and laughed a little. “Anyways, I’m not going to let you side on your sword practice nor any lack of magic practice either. You can’t lie to me Celestia, you haven’t done any kind of training in years, judging by how much fat you have built up in spots.” I said comparing her to her sister Luna who was more in shape then her sister. “One’s body must be kept in constant training on the skills you have or else they will weaken and become useless.” I said looking at Celestia in particular.

“I will over look the fat remark.” She said as her sister was trying to hide her little laugh. She shot a look at her sister. “But it is a time of peace, I shouldn't need to ready to fight.”

“Peace isn’t a proper reason to be lazy on working on one’s body and skills.” My wife said looking at her.

“Well I haven’t had a reason to fight since our fight so long ago.” Celestia said looking to her sister. Luna looking downward in what guess was shame.

“What happened?” All of us asked.

2 hours of explaining from the sisters and much tears shared later.

“Alright so, this nightmare moon being sounds like a possible connection to our lord of nightmares. Unfortunately I don’t have a proper way to see if it’s still there with you, however a trip to the Soul Cairn. As for being able to get in there we need to brew a few potion to help fight the effect of the place. Should only take about 30 minutes to get the potions made and about another 30 to go find the one who could help tell if that spirit is still with you.” I said looking at both sisters before slowly moving to the brewing stand. Luna eventually coming over to stare over what I was doing.

“You know alchemy?” I said looking at her.

“I dabble.”

“I figured you for a alchemist.”

“You’ve been waiting a long time to use that line haven’t you?” Farkas said after laughing for a moment.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Should we get the witchers going again as well?” Vilkas said after looking at me.

“What are the witchers?” The sisters asked.

“It’s a combination of both the vigils of stendarr and a small chunk of the silver hands. Though it more the vigils and how could I for get the dawnguard. See sometime ago the vigils were destroyed by a massive vampire menace so I helped rebuild them from the ground up taking some influence from the silver hand and the Dawnguard. Reticle and naming them the Witchers which are basically a hunters of all things evil. Which unfortunately does include werewolves but they were offshoot that had been cursed with the same curse as us. It gets kind of complicated after a bit, but to summit up our wolf forms got changed so whenever we transform there’s a symbol on our back to indicate that we are Witchers and not like them. It’s a silver outline wolf head, typically on our back or on our chest. I used to have the same dark fur as them, but due to the toll I had to pay for reading the elder scrolls just like my hair my fur changed to white. These three make fun of me for it and start referring to me as elder whenever I transform.” I said pausing mid step of the brew to explain, before what I was brewing released a black puff of smoke in my face covering it in soot again. They all begin to laugh at my expense.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how is it that fire doesn’t seem to bother you?”

“Both in part to the dragon blood running though me and due to a pain tolerance. I’m not exactly immune to fire but have a good resistance to it. My beard, as my wife can agree to, I used to keep extremely short so I can wear a full face helmet and not be unable to wear it because of the beard. Most of my helmets now I’d have to use open face ones or have my wife braid it up into like it is now and kinda tie it around my neck or head so I can use a proper helmet.” I explained looking at them.

“He hates using open face helmets because they have poor protection. And I don’t blame him. But this is coming from a man who from a good chunk of time would run around with just a circlet.” My wife explained before teasing me.

“Hey I turned that circlet into a proper addition to the crown of kings thank you.”

When both sisters raised there eyebrows on what was being talked about, vilkas came down with said crown. Sometimes referred to as the crown of thorns. Made from dragon teeth and talons, a light blue strange metal circlet was added around the original crown. Celestia hates to agree but said crown truly shows the sign of rule. ‘I just hope the dragons under the dragon lord torch don’t care or cause trouble because of him and that crown.’ Celestia thought while looking at the crown.

“I’m jealous, here all I have is this tiara well you have a proper sign of royalty and command.” Luna said clearly very jealous of the crown.

“Heavy is the Crown.” I said knowing full well what was needed to rule and lead. Both sisters nodding there heads to my quote.

“Well potions are done, the land of souls is near the copy of the dragon wall. Come on, you stay shadowmare, I don’t know how the land of the dead and trapped will effect you. If need be I will just summon Arvak if I need a stead.”

“Well when you ride me, I feel like of use, but if I must wait here then I shall wait here.” She replied while both sisters stared wide eye at her then me.

“Not like that!” I said finally figuring out what they thought that meant. “The only thing I ride like that is my wife thank you very much.” I said before heading out the door, my wife who is as sharp as me began laughing as well as both brothers looked on in confusion at what was said.

As we made our way to the entrance to the land of the damned I began to think on how best to get the old dragons attention. Silently happy to have my spell knight set on. While I would walk around in the ebony version I knew the steel one would be enough for this possible fight. Well I had openly admitted to Luna my feelings of the matter of her nightmare, I knew this entity was definitely its own being and judging by what I’ve heard from her about it, it must be destroyed. The portal into the land was before us. It’s dark magic still kinda spilling out. Since this realm is similar to the soul cairn it’s easy to connect the two. Didn’t know about it until I stumbled upon it while walking around. Once we reached the mouth of the gate way I turn to my fellow travelers.

“Best drink those potions now they last for half and hour. Do be ready for the taste, it can be foul sometimes.” I said before descending down. My previous adventure into here, my soul got used to it, or by what Serana said. I could hear some light gagging from them as I walk all the way down.

“Warned you.” I said before looking out to the land before us. “Dur Neh Viir!” I shouted out. Soon hearing a reply roar out. ‘Good he is still alive. I mean he is technically already undead and cursed but that’s beside the point.’ I thought as said drake flew over us before landing as close as he could. Judging by the whisper behind me, this is the first of this kind of dragon they have seen.

“Ysmir, dragon of the north, it is nice to see you once more.”

“Same to you, durnehviir. I come to you seeking help and advice.”

“Not in many moons would I think you would come to me for advice I thought you would seek paarthurnax instead of I.”

“Unfortunately, I do not know where paarthurnax is, for many many years of pasted. And the land has changed, so I don’t know where he may of gone.”

“Sister, he knows paarthurnax, how can that be?”

“I don’t know sister but let’s wait to talk to him about that.”

“Hmm that is very troubling ysmir, but we shall talk of that later, what advice do you seek of me?”

“This blue equine before you I believe has a parasite of sorts, that is tied to the goddess of dreams and nightmares. I was wanting to know if you had anyway to see if it is true that she has a unwanted travel companion and if you had a way to remove it?” I asked the old drake. He looked over Luna with a curious gaze and was most likely deep in thought.

“I know of one for both of your questions ysmir, the first should be easy. Aura view as you know it should work for the first question, the second use ‘sil rek govey’ or soul sheer separate.” He said before digging in the ash before us the dragon language for each word. Now with shout in mind i turned to Luna.

“Let’s begin. Laas Yah Nir!” As the outline of those around me appeared. Celestia's aura was more orange then red. While luna's was blue. I could see that indeed Luna’s blue aura had a purple shadow over it far larger then her current size. So she does indeed have a unwanted tag along. “Sil Rek Govey!” I shouted at her the purple shadow began to separate from her. Unknowingly at the time I had separated another entity from her. One she had created to punish herself for nightmare moon. The soul cairn helped merge the two into a new being. A very little a new to the world being.

“A foal?!” Luna asked staring at the new infant. Before anything could be done I reached down and picked up the new life in my hands. Taking the infant in hand I began to walk towards the stairs to leave this place.

“What are you doing, we should destroy that parasite. We shouldn’t take car—.” Luna began to speak.

“Silence.” I said the air around us dropping to near freezing. “I care little on how you feel about this life in my arms. But they are innocent and pure, untainted by any ill givings you had or have when it was a part of you. And if you dear threaten her in my presence again, you will not enjoy anything I do for the rest of the time I’m around. Maybe instead of taking your anger and frustration out of this child, maybe you and your sister need to look back upon your past and find what caused you to become nightmare moon and find a way to make amends for your past actions. It’s not impossible, for I have made amends with my own past deeds.” I said before turning back to the stairs and walking up it.

“You truly live up to your title ysmir.” Durnehviir said while I walked away. His breath releasing large amounts of steam due to the drop in temperature near that area. “I’d take his advice you two, find the issues you both have and move to right them. His wrath I know well, for I have seen it first hand.” He said before taking to the air. Both sisters looked to each other before following.

Once I reached the top my loving wife was already beginning to make of the little one in my hands.

“So this is what they look like when they are young. By the nine they are so cute, with that small horn and wings. By the gods, she has fangs, we’ve got to raise this little one.” On and on she went before practically running off the the keep to most likely grab the old crib out of storage. As much as I hate that we both can not have children with each other, she was destined for being a great mother. As the sisters slowly made there way up and began to follow me not a word was spoke till we reached Dom’s home.

“Dom do you still have that khajiit blanket for sale?”

“Yes I do.”

“Consider it sold.” I said tossing a coin pouch of coins to him. He snagged it out of the air and walked in his home before coming out with the red with gold lacing blanket. I began to wrap the small one in my hands in it. Like I did with my infant son.

“Have you thought of a name?” Celestia asked breaking the silence from last we spoke.

“Probably going to use the dragon word for night, or moonlight. Haven’t decided yet, probably will ask the wife for ideas.” I said looking at them. Luna looked ashamed over what she said. Not meeting my eyes as I looked at her. I walked over to her before bending down to her eye level.

“Luna look at what is in my hands, and listen.” I said as she began looking at the bundle in my hands. “As a wise old man once told me, monsters aren’t born, they are made. Be it by the actions of others or by themselves. Iron can not do anything unless it is shaped into a weapon or a tool. Only then does it become something made to destroy and end, or does it become something that creates and builds. My adopted father and my teacher as a black smith taught me that when I began to forge my first dagger and hammer. That lesson has stuck with me long after he pasted away.” I said thinking of old graymane at his sky forge, looking down at this orphan boy he had unintentionally adopted when he had just tried to take some of his gold from his coin pouch. The memory bringing me joy and pain for all the things I had done to survive. If he hadn’t taken me in, what would I had become.

I watched the sisters leave out the portal night coming quickly before I began to move to the keep. Both put this one to sleep and get some myself. I may not truly get rest from it but I know my body will thank me later. My wife had both brothers lifting the crib next to our bed by the time I had walked in and walked up the steps. With the little one in the crib, I told the brothers to go get some sleep too, and to remind me to get some milk from our cows for the little one. Soon enough my wife and I were in bed holding each other while talking on names. Shadowmare had shifted the rug in the room to the foot of the bed and laid down with her head able to look at the crib. Probably some form of maternal instinct that she might have, she was another one I always thought it would be another good mother. Seeing that she can talk now maybe she can give me some advice, since it might be similar to her, in someway.

“It’s got to be something relating to the moon, or nighttime or even dreams.” I said.

“What about just calling her night?”

“To close to her original name nightmare moon.” I replied looking to the roof. "I was thinking cosmos vulon, Cosmos night.”

“What about moonlight?” she said as she yawned. "Not every name needs a bit in the dragon tongue." she said mockingly before kissing me.

“Moonlight? Hmm it does fit. Perfect sweetie, she shall be moonlight.” I said kissing my wife, before we both began to fall into to sleep. Unfortunately for me I found myself reliving my worst night. The night of bloody tears.

Chapter 1 the way of the dov

Chapter 1 way of the dov

“As much as I want to stick to dragon code on greetings, I don’t want to keep giving everyone a heart attack each time we blow fire at each other as a way of saying hello.” Eragon said while looking at the group. “So let’s stick with just saying hello from here on spike the mighty.” I said to him. While never wanting to admit it spike’s fire did have some power to it but he needed training severely, before I would consider spike a dragon proper.

“What was those words you said?!” A very excited twilight asked, quill ink and note floating in her magic grip. A very large grin on her face.

“Is the spell wearing off?” Asked Celestia to Luna.

“It might be, probably should recast it.”

“Hold that line of thought.” I said turning to them. “No offense meant Luna, but your magic feels weird, like it makes my skin crawl. How about we weave it into a enchantment on a item instead?” I asked while looking at them.

“Enchanting items takes a lot of magic to do as it’s very draining.” She said to me.

“Maybe your way of doing it sure, but we can use my way as well, it might save a good chunk of magic on your end as well as helping me learn how to weave this new enchantment into other items.” I said looking at her.

I turned weaving though and around my purple shadow to my knapsack and pulled out a simple gold amulet and started pulling my mobile enchantment rune tablet and rune sphere. Upon placing them on the table everyone attention was on the tablet. I gestured to Luna.

“Take the amulet in your magic and weave the spell into it and keep it over the tablet I will stabilize it with my way of enchanting.” I said before reaching around and grabbing Azura’s star from my personal knapsack I don’t ever take off of myself. Everyone was now staring at the artifact in my hand. It’s dark core and silver bindings to it’s crystals bringing its beauty to show. A faint light resonated from it center.

“What is that?” Almost all of them asked as I began to channel the soul into fuel for the enchantment.

“This is Azura’s star, a artifact from my time. It acts as a infinite soul gem. Soul gems are used in enchanting and yes it needs a soul trapped in said gem to work. No the soul is not destroyed to fuel it, only the power of the soul moving to the afterlife is used. It’s a more primordial form of magic. Raw mana without any true force of will placed on it. Naturally chaotic and focused and channeled by the runes on this tablet into the given enchantment. Most can only do one enchantment on a item, while masters can do two. I’ve spent enough years doing this that I can place six on a item but the enchantments themselves weaken with each following one placed on said item.” I said explaining and pointing out any questions I could think they were going to ask and going into detail for twilight since she was writing like mad on what I said.

The enchantment had fit perfectly on the amulet and judging by the fact I couldn’t understand them anymore the spell woven on to me had indeed run out. Placing the translation amulet around my neck I could immediately start understanding them again. Not truly tuning in on what they were saying I grabbed a silver and amethyst amulet and wove the enchantment on it and took a spare dagger from my bag and started slowly engraving twilight’s mark on the back of the amulet before handing it over to her.

“Why are you giving me this?” She asked looking up at me.

“Because I’m sure any books you read that I’m going to give you, you won’t be able to understand them without it.” I said before grabbing the book of the dovahkiin and heading it to her. She immediately started reading it as I turned my attention to rarity.

“Do you think you can patch up my tunic and bear cloak?”

“I believe I can, but the cloak might take a bit of time. I think I have some black cloth that might work on it.” She said while looking it over.

“Just do what you can. At least keeping it from ripping more, it’s the last gift I still have from my late wife.” My eyebrows softened as I’m sure my sadness of her death came back to my mind. I slowly turned back to spike again.

“Why did you kill it?” A timid and quiet voice asked from the group. I looked over to the voice, finding a butter coat with a pink mane mare staring at me with what felt like hate.

“First off, it killed over 30 people in a village, 10 of those where children. Second it was a way for my wife to prove to her family that she was a warrior and was worthy of there kindness. Thus is the way of orcs. And third one of those killed was a little girl who I held from when she was born, watched her grow into the young woman she was at the time, and held the most hope for. Judge me how you see fit for I will not care on how you view me. I know what I am and I am a warrior who brings justice and vengeance to those that deserve it.” I said taking a calming breath taking my eyes off her blue eyes and full turning my attention on spike once again.

“So spike the mighty, do you want to learn how to breathe fire properly?” I said looking at him again. “And back to what I had said before breathing fire was the dragon tongue for fire breath. Translating it into English is Fire, Inferno, Sun. Dragons shout out these dragon words to do certain things. Like fire breath or ice breath for example. A shout is made up of three words each one adds more power and focus into the shout.” I said explaining to them before looking spike in the eye. “If I teach you each word properly you should be able to use it and your fire should be more powerful and focused.” I said before I started to write out each word in the dragon language on the floor. “The knowledge proper I can share to you, so you can use it.”

Spike hesitantly approached the dragon words i wrote on the floor and began studying them, judging by how his eye where going, he was realizing that he could understand the words. Using some of my knowledge from the graybeards on how to share knowledge I slowly began to share what I knew to spike.

“What is a dovahkiin?” Twilight asked still staring down at the book she was reading from.

“A dovahkiin is what I am, a mortal being with a dragon soul and blood. Something that is the only way to permanently kill a fellow dragon. Dovahkiin translates into kin slayer for a reason. When a dovahkiin kills a dragon, they absorb the soul of the dragon and become stronger and there voice becomes more powerful.” I said still somewhat focused on spike. “Not to mention for a dovahkiin, each one killed adds years of life to the dovahkiin, around five hundred for each soul.”

“How many have you killed?” The butter coat one asked far more closer then she was last time I spoke to her.

“I lost count after a thousand. Most of not all I killed where those that still followed alduin’s rule. They came to attack Paarthurnax, and those that wanted to follow the way of the voice. Go against there nature and not conquer and lay waste to those in there path. It was the hardest battle I’ve had and long time, comparable to my battle with their king, alduin himself.” I said once more my attention now on the one asking the question. “Who are you anyways to question me and my choices of the past?”

“When you came walking in with a bear coat comes to mind, but you explanation over it, I will let it go because you explained why you had to. As for my name it’s fluttershy.” She said before seeming to realize how she was acting and started to hide behind her mane. “Sorry I didn’t mean to go off like that, I take care of a bunch of wild animals and seeing it…” she said before i shushed her.

“I can understand little one, my daughter once asked the same thing and had a similar blow up at me for killing it, but just like you, explaining the why helped calm her down. I’m still getting used to the fact I’m in a completely different land then the one i knew. It might be the future but still different time for me now.” I said looking at her before turning my eyes up to the ceiling. ‘I miss you my beautiful little girl. I hope they let you into solvingguard.’ I thought as I imagined her small smile and dance she would do when the bard would play songs.

Several hours later

The girls as well as twilight tugging a massive amount of books, all copies of books I had available in my knapsack, left just me and the princesses. Our current walk leading us to a spot in which I will get to see the room I can sleep in. To be honest I’m going to set up the rune’s set to get into my realm of oblivion so I can get properly set up, see my friends and wife. And most of all grab all the books Celestia’s student could use or read. Poor girl about melted when she realized I was a walking library. I did make a bag of holding knapsack for her to use, the spell and enchantments needed easy to do. That and have a proper place to rest my head and not worry. The nobles here already are getting beneath my skin. One in particular by the name blue blood, who I’m going to refer to as blue balls each time I see him is one that I just get the worst feeling from. That and two others with crust in their name. I’m not exactly wanting to be expecting a assassin for the rest of my time here. I know dom in my realm is going to keep them from getting to far but I digress. I just hope the time pasted differently than it did out here. The mad god did say it might.

“Here we are your own room as you stay here in the castle.” Celestia said as she opened the door. The room reminded me of dragon’s keep master room. The bed size would actually fit me comfortably. It’s blankets were a nice royal purple. Unfortunately for them if I’m going to be staying in this room I’m going to make it my room. Put a few carved statue heads around. Set up my enchanting table and alchemy table. Thank the gods the bag spell is a tweak of the chest version. Good thing I have a good amount of grand soul gems built up at home to use.

“Thank you both, I hope you both won’t mind if I change a few things here and there to make it fit better and be more like home?” I asked looking at them.

“As long as you aren’t destroying the walls and ruining everything you should be fine.” Celestia said again.

“Well besides setting up a few new tables for enchanting and alchemy, as well as the chests for storing them?” I said

“That’s perfectly fine, but how are you going to get those items?”

“Oh that’s simple, turn the closet door way into a portal door way to my realm of oblivion. Just takes a few runes and some magic juice to get it to link up. As for then on, I just have to make a few keys for when you both or whatever servant you send to get me when I’m there, so then it’s only those I trust getting into there. I don’t exactly need a assassin from a pissed off noble or any other coming in here to give me or those in there trouble and me a reason to go ring some necks.” I said with a smile before heading to said door, simple but the stone work making up the door way would be perfect.

“You can do things like that!” Both said in shock.

“Only when you have gained the trust and backing of certain gods and Dedric lords can you do and get things like this. In this case it was the god of madness and chaos that made this one, using the remains of a realm he made that housed the mind of a mad king of solitude. Pelagius septim the third to be precise. He used it as a base and turned it into my mobile home. Placed a nice home in it for me, a small castle would fit better and left me a servant/shop keeper to guard it. That and he enjoys tending to his garden and herd of natch’s. Nasty things if you make them mad.” I explained while writing the runes on the stones. The oblivion mark at the very top of the doorframe. And a spell circle engraved into the door itself. Unbeknownst to me when I mentioned lord of chaos the sister shared a look.

“Now without further a-due, welcome to my home.” I said opening the door way to a very purple and mist filled place. Large stone arches leading to each path, the one on the left leading to home and said castle just bearly being able to be made out through the mist, the path in front of us leading to the grave yard and the book that would act as a fast way to get to the deep. The path on our right leading to the standing stone copy’s. One thing I loved that he did was make a copy of the stars and there constellations tied to each stone. The dragon wall copy placed there as well. In between the right path a center was a small hut along with a garden filled with many plants, some being more new to me. Dom must of planted some more recently. Said dark elf was sticking his head out at us.

“Welcome back aria, your others are at the keep, some new buildings have shown up as well on a off shoot path to the left on the left path.” Dom said before turning back and heading in to his hut. The dark elf has been a life saver a few times I’ve come back here either heavily poisoned or bleeding. The bleeding is my main reason I stopped wearing light armor.

“Well, come on you two.” I said looking at them. “Let’s go meet my friends and wife. You both might get to see me get my ass ripped into by my second wife, before she either jumps my bones with out a care I’m the world or just punches me for making her wait so long.” I said before we started walking that way. A netch bull floating by following a female one. ‘I hope I can get what your hunting for too, lucky shit.’ I thought watching it pass.

Our walk brought us to the split in the path dom mentioned. Looking down it I saw the three houses I hand built on the left side of the space, one massive garden plot to the furthest left. The first house was me and my first wife’s home built for maximum space for children and partygoers. Thankfully I built the storage room on the back so we had a nice view to look at from. The lake view spot it was in was perfect. The one thing I only enjoyed of falkreath. The next one was built by solitude. Built with a armory, storage and enchanting tower. The last one was my second wife and me’s home. Built with a extra bedrooms on the back a greenhouse on the left and a armory on the right. On the right side of the massive space was the farmhouse and fields I had bought and fixed up. So I guess I can grow something’s to sell and make coin. Speaking of which.

“Celestia I just remembered, the coins I have aren’t the same as you guys use. What should we do?” I asked turning to her.

“Well I’m going to give you permission this one time to be able to melt them down and turn them into bits. I only asked don’t flood that markets with them anytime soon. And maybe keep a few to sell as collector pieces. I know I would like to buy a few to keep as museum pieces.” She said looking up at me.

“Yeah, I have way to much that your bits would be worthless if I did, last I counted in the gold safe was over 7 million. That was one of the days I was just utterly bored and just needed something to do. I think I counted up my smith supplies that day as well. I’m just thankful everyone agreed to make some new coins for different amounts. I think I have like eight thousand 1 coins and rest are mixed of ten thousand worth coins and hundred thousand version coins. Breaking those coins for businesses was fun. Even had to make new places called banks and house them and help break down the big coins.” I said before kinda losing my train of thought. Seeing the house my first wife was assassinated in kinda making me hurt and trying to distract myself.

“Anyways, close your mouths before you get some flys landing in them, we’ve spent enough time avoiding the shit storm. I rather get it done now and finally get some sleep. That and enjoy some of my nord mead. No offense to you girls but your drinks are weak compared to ours.” I said watching there bugged out eyes and open mouths following me as I walked by and back to the path. My eyes lingering on the house before turning away. Over two hundred years later and that pain still comes back just by thinking on it. I can still hear her scream and our sons cry’s before he too fell silent.

My growl must of been heard from everyone around me both the princesses and those currently outside of the keep. My wife was already running towards us with both brothers following. Judging by how she looks about to be both punched and kissed. And just like, that she gave me a good right hook before grabbing my face and kissing me quite aggressively. I’m sure both princesses are currently trying to figure out how to proceed with what just happened. As I’m sure both brothers are handling it. Born this kiss and seeing two strange horses next to me, both with horns and wings. After she let go of my head I finally got to speak.

“Let’s go inside and get something to eat and drink. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Indeed we do mister!” A voice said to our left from the stables.

“What in the nine happened on that mountain?!” Shadowmare asked.

—brain not responding—

—logic found—

—response—

“Wat.”

Author's Note

The lord of chaos is a mad one I tell ya. I got the itch to finish this after sitting staring at the wall since today is slow. Happy Saint Pattys day. And yes I know I might have a lot of there and their wrong I will spot them and fix them later.
Edited bloodmare to shadowmare since i mixed those names up with what i used for her name.

Update

Wanted to post a quick update chapter to explain why I have been rather quiet and not posting anything as of late.
Life recently has been rather harsh to me and some of my personal close friends, from the loss of a dear friend (cancer) my love life getting yet another ball kick and being used then tossed away. And just general not enough free time to actually write down what I’m thinking as I work.
So this post is just a update on why I’ve been silent. I’m still thinking on the chapters and it’s just getting enough time to sit and get down.
I’m hopeful the darklord can sit on his throne again and do as he wants without getting pulled or forced into doing some shit people want me to do for them. That and find someone so I’m not alone anymore. Finger crossed.