[A/N: I watched tons of youtube videos for the sake of that chapter.]
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[A/N: 3rd Person POV]
"Let the match begin."
*Cling* *Cling* *Cling*
Jon and Argir were already holding themselves and when they got the permission of the king from the queen's mouth, they didn't wait for any instructions from the judge. They didn't even think about trash-talking.
Three exchanges which were too fast that most of the audience weren't even ready to watch, started looking around asking where that sound came from.
After the three exchanges both jumped back. They already have a rough idea about the other but that made things more clear.
Argir held his broadsword front of him with two hands. Jon held the sword in a different pose, which was more of taking a guard by raising the sword's hilt to a high point to his right with the blade guarded downwardly.
They both started moving in a circle and scanned each other again and again. They have already made many moves inside there heads for every possible response from the other.
Jon took a half step forward but Argir changed his stance into a stabbing pose. Jon took another step and changed the pose into straight guard.
While everyone was thinking how will Jon attack, Argir jumped with swiftness and stabbed with one hand towards Jon's left shoulder.
Jon was ready as ever and deflected the opponent's swords with his left armguard and stabbed with one hand too.
Argir felt threatened and tilted his body's upper half away from the stab, retreated one step, held the sword with the other free hand and slashed the sword that was deflected away downwardly.
Jon took a step back evading the slash by a hair's width, he didn't hold his sword with two hands but slashed with one horizontally.
Evading this was hard for Argir so he retreated his hands with the sword to guard his side, sure enough, the swords hit but Jon was not done, his second phase was in a straight kick to Argir's torso.
Argir could no longer block or evade but this was still not a problem, this strong kick might do some damage but it's a one-way ticket backward.
Argir was sure enough sent back by the kick he didn't put much effort resisting, his idea of not resisting was sure brilliant enough.
In the VIP seats, Ulfric Stormcloak and Torygg were already sitting leaning on their knees. Ulfric was an old war dog but Torygg was not some unexperienced young man. Both were keeping up with every detail of the fight.
Jon and Argir began another fast exchange, the scenario from just now was recreated once again with different tactics and traps.
Jon has much more diversity in attacking, he can punch and kick and utilize his body to the fullest. Argir was relying more on speed, his actions and reactions were swift and his sword was like an extension of his body.
Balgruuf the Greater was got into a heated analysis commentary with Ulfric Stormcloak, their eyes as well as everyone were focused on the match but listening to them was very important as the two experienced warriors were reading the match.
Argir decided to put an end to Jon's momentum, he jumped back and made a stabbing pose once again the he stabbed then stabbed then stabbed again and again. Jon was evading back, left and right with now no chance of counter-attacking.
He could remember the Chinese martial arts movies that had the same technique but was used with spears. This technique can had some good chances to counter but being used with a sword made it slow yet hard to go against.
It can't be compared to fencing as it was being done with two hands and supported by the mythical strength of the different world.
It didn't look like Argir was going to finish today, he was gaining momentum and space while making Jon hot on heals.
Jon started to think and changed his footwork, he was waiting for a single attack that can go his way.
Argir didn't read this but he noticed that Jon started to slow down a bit early, the best way to intimidate anyone with an attack to the face and that's how Argir planned.
The attack came aiming at Jon's forehead, yet that was the moment he was aiming for, his opponent's range was wide but took time to retreat the sword.
Jon didn't retreat back one inch but tilted his upper body almost ninety degrees to the back and used his sword to block Argir's sword and keep it up.
Jon's counterattack came right after in another kick, but this one didn't land on Argir's torso, it landed on his left knee from the side.
Argir who had a lot of momentum suddenly felt a pain in his knee that caused him to retreat his body, yet Jon was already on his right side now so he could only use his left side.
Using that side meant relying all the wight on that knee, it was not good, his knee can't carry him as it didn't recover and Jon's second attack was coming.
Sacrifice needed to be made, Argir threw his weight on his bad knee and fell to the ground while flipping away. After he could secure a foot hold, he slashed horizontally in 270° slash to his behind.
The wind slash carried a lot of might yet low accuracy, Jon who was chasing after Argir to press him had to jump backward.
Argir stood hastily and another stabbing pose was perfectly made, this pose can make the opponents think twice before making a move, especially when it was done by Argir.
The VIP, the people, the arena guards and the Imperial soldiers of the legion that were guarding the emissaries were at loss for words.
Everyone clapped at that exchange, Jon was too unusual and his ideas didn't just came out of the box, it made the box look ashamed of itself. Argir's speed, judgment and wisdom far surpassed his age. These two youngsters are two rare geniuses that came out from the same nation, it meant a lot to the people in the VIP seats.
Jon walked around and played with the sword like a clown, the sword was spinning around his right hand showing another level of control. This was a direct taunting for Argir who on the other hand smiled back.
Jon couldn't help but smile too, his opponent was too good, he started to feel his own growth once again. Fights like this with an equal can make the person only better and better.
Argir could already deal with the pain in his knee and could ignore it. The next showdown was about to begin.
*Cling* *Cling* *Cling* *Cling*
Slashing and clashing again, Argir didn't go overboard with speed and Jon didn't do any tricks, they were saying 'I know what you are thinking but who moves first loses'.
Jon wanted more speed training from Argir but he can't afford to reveal many cards this early, there were few ideas he can use but he was waiting for the right chance.
Argir knew what Jon was thinking but on the other hand he wasn't looking forward to Jon's next trick. To him Jon was so capable that he can make an idea out of nowhere and apply it right in the fight.
To him, the creativity of Jon was like an unreadable future, he can't waste his time trying to think of the way Jon will use to counterattack, he had to corner Jon or deplete his Stamina.
Jon was attacking in a wide manner, he wanted to put an end to the opponent Stamina too, Argir was just too good. Their talents varied but if one put the talents aside, Jon knew he would be played by Argir.
Jon had a rebel mindset that if one made him choose between 1 or 2, he'll immediately think of 3. This was reflected on his style, he can be cornered but he will rebel against that and make a flashy way to counter.
The match has already passed ten minutes, everyone was worried.
Stamina was what the warriors relied their lives on, if someone lost his Stamina in the middle of battle his life is already as good as lost.
The exchange of swords reached its peak. Jon could only describe this as a kendo match that has gone haywire.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, Argir made a precise stab to the gab between Jon's left shoulder guard and body armor.
The tip of the sword was starting to sink in Jon's flesh, this was his turn to make a sacrifice. He let his left hand go of the sword grip and retreated his left side around his right leg avoiding a major wound.
He tried to scare Argir away with a horizontal-upwardly slash with the 'Ice Song' in his right.
It was the best anyone can do but Argir was not done yet, this was the payback to his knee, he mustered all the power, weight and speed. he can and directed a hit right to Jon's sword 'Ice Song'. The sword was in one hand and being swung, so it was not under full control.
Just as the swords clashed, Jon's hand couldn't keep up with Argir's force, the sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with *clink* *clink* *clink*.
Argir was at the top of his focus and no way for him to miss the chance, his desire to win was reaching the upper limit of just a desire and turned into frenzy, he moved from each his legs making a stance and in the same time kicking 'Ice Song' away with his left, his sword was in a downwardly stab pose as his hands were on his left side and was about to thrust the sword at Jon.
He was smiling widely for the victory he could see, taste and smell.
But just in the very next second his face turned numb and he staggered backward.
Argir didn't know what happened but everyone else was already on their feet from what they saw.
When 'Ice Song' fell Svidi was screaming, Wulfur and Jon were glaring, half of the crowd held there breath and the other were saying gibberish words as their minds already on high function, the VIP area suffered the most as Elisif was jumping in victory pose and Torygg was opening his mouth, the rest were standing, even the mages were shouting.
Argir way of the sword was of a way of planning genius, Jon's way of fighting was of an illuminated genius.
Argir's win was anticipated for half of the people, but this was a bit sad for Jon.
Yet that move that Jon made was out of every text or sketch book there were about fighting in Tamriel, it came right from clowns textbook.
Jon jumped backward with a strange trajectory making his legs rotate around his body midair, his right leg smacked Argir right on the face, his face took the kick with all its might and his consciousness went to Oblivion and came back in a second giving Jon the chance to land upwards down on his hands.
Jon launched himself again with his hands and landed on his legs, he didn't have enough from just that, he made another round again retreating completely from Argir's maai.
[A/N: 'Maai' is a Japanese martial arts term referring to the space between two opponents in combat; formally, the "engagement distance".]
The place was silent, no one has ever seen this before in a fight, thieves can do these moves but not in actual fight were all unnecessary moves are openings. This was just too absurd, even creativity should have a limit.
Jon who landed far away just now was huffing after the intense engagement. He thought "Parkour, my life savior, Daedric Prince of Gymnastics, give me your blessing and I'll make you a shrine beside my cat shrine".
Jon was having the time of his life in that match, he didn't notice that the fetishes he has, are growing in number.
The audience, on the other hand, has already passed the shock and denial stages, they reach the reaction stage, the place was erupting with applause, even the people that didn't come or hear about the fight were already trying to enter the castle's arena after that laud applause.
The VIP was already hectic long time ago, Idgrod was glaring at Elisif who let her emotions slip, Ulfric was smiling, Torygg opened his mouth more, and the rest were having a unique reaction each.
Argir and Jon glared at each other, Argir was having a conflict between his emotions, he could already taste victory, he planned every move and even kicked 'Ice Song' away from the arena, why is that young man still standing with no problem at all.
He looked at the sword he kicked and said, "You have no weapon, better surr...." but he didn't continue.
Jon has already made a spell come on each hand. Argir's heart sank, magic is strong and Jon is known for his strong spells, this will not be easy if Jon turned the tide by magic.
As Jon casted the two spells, two swords appeared on each hand, the swords were spectral and looked sinister no matter how you describe them.
At the beginning of the match, Jon used a longsword which was longer than Argir's broadsword, but these swords were shorter than it.
This only meant a totally different fight style will appear once again, the possibilities of Jon now has increased.
The Jarls who were dissatisfied about Jon using magic didn't mind the 'Bound Sword' spell. These were also swords after all.
Jon faced Argir and pointed the right blade to him, it was a haughty move that Argir won't get taunted with but with his mindset just now, he jumped at Jon like a mad person.
His swords was on his hand was slashing with both speed and power. He was not angry anymore, he was focusing every piece of his being on his sword right now.
Jon noticed how Argir was focusing, this is a very wondrous state of mind known as 'The Zone'.
All the unnecessary movements are canceled, all the necessary movements are accurate, everything is how it should be, a top-notch style.
Jon couldn't afford to lose here, he focused his Magicka and perception on the blades he summoned.
This was another special way to enter the same mind state, 'The Zone'.
Magicka was the mystic power that can be commanded by concentration, and using the manipulation methods of Magicka, one can direct his concentration.
Right now to very focused young warriors engaged in a heated exchange of power and speed once again. It was just at the level of experts.
In the eyes of experienced warriors, these guys have already won, no one of them can be considered a loser.
In the eyes of the audience, if any of those two lost, it will break the hearts of everyone. The only way out of this dilemma was for them to continue fighting till the both reach their limit and it can be called a tie.
Everyone thought of the same idea even the helpers of the two. Only two people disagreed with the rest, they were Jon and Argir.
After few exchanges were over the two were already out of breath and barely able to raise their swords.
Jon looked at Argir and laughed then coughed few times.
"You look like you were beaten up by a troll, Blondy" Jon said.
"You look like the same, Redhead" Argir said.
The both laughed while catching their breath.
Jon and Argir knew it won't end well that way, the said something but this time the people didn't hear.
They both moved away from each other to the directions outside the arena but stopped at the line.
The both called for someone, Jon called for Wulfur and Argir called for a team mate.
After a while, their helpers removed the gear from them and both of them walked back to the arena without an armor or a weapon.
The people already understood how this is going to end, a brawl.
Looking at each other, Jon has already devised his plans.
Outside the arena people were discussing the matter with heat, some has already started cheering for Jon and Argir at the same time.
Battle-Born looked at Wulfur and asked, "Did he say anything?"
Wulfur shook his head and looked at Jon in the arena, "He was just smiling slyly."
"Smiling, he is up to no good again?" Battle-Born said as he was already used to Jon's mischievous acts.
"Nah, you only joined with us lately but this is something you must remember." Wulfur looked at Battle-Born with a serious face, "Never brawl with Jon."
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On the arena Jon and Argir stood against each other again, the fight has already lasted for 20 minutes.
Jon cracked his fingers and neck, he squatted and made all the preparations.
Argir moved his stiff body once again and raised his hands in brawling pose.
Jon saw this and shook his head in his mind, if that 'Coach' from his past life saw that pose. Ten generations of Argir's ancestors will be cursed in a second.
Jon took a stance, hands guarded up and feet moved up and down lightly.
Jon hasn't trained much on martial arts in his past life but the basics were hammered into him, he watched tons of movies and was able to recreate his version of Parkour, of course he made his rough version of movie martial arts.
Argir didn't think much of Jons stance but he was still aware of Jons capabilities, yet he knew that his won't lose easily too.
Argir wanted to rely on speed and knock Jon with fast strong punches, yet he was he had some since of deja vu followed by numbness in his face.
Jon attack light speed with Jab, Jab, Right Hock.
The people were at a loss for words once again, one should muster a punch by rotating his body to the opposite direction the rotate it back with speed while throwing the punch.
What Jon did was not a textbook brawling either. He moved his hands from the stance and only rotated his body with the Hock to a single direction.
His feet started to jump faster and changed positions, Argir didn't read the next attack at all.
The punches came but Argir was ready and evaded to a certain point, but when he left punched to counterattack, Jon evaded lightly to the back and countered with a single right punch to Argir's left ribs.
Argir was annoyed, he decided to be the one to break the silence and use leg attacks. He moved his right leg to make a straight kick but what met him was Jon's left leg hitting his leg away,his state crumbled and staggered. A Right Hock, Left Hock, Kick Straight sent him back to the ground.
Jon's stance didn't break for a second, his punches targeted the head, that was too hardcore even for a brawler.
Argir didn't stay on the ground, he stood up again while say "Come at me."
Jon didn't hesitate, he moved forward and right kicked Argir's right leg, after it hit the kick changed to a side kick and dived into Argir's abdomen, this was just the start.
Jon retreated his right while jumping with the left, once the right landed in the ground, the left moved in an arc to Argir's head who managed to guard by his right hand.
Argir staggered to the side but Jon gave a chase and jumped while rotating midair and landed a light left kick to Argir's head with a heavy right kick to his chest, then both landed on the ground.
Jon staggered while standing up again and the judge ran to check on Argir.
Everyone held there breath, Argir was still moving but looked in no shape to fight, he coughed blood long ago and his body was full of wounds.
Jon wasn't any better but was standing still.
Few seconds later the judge stood.
"I declare Jon of 'White Wolves' the WINNER."
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That was a tough fight.
I loved the swordsmanship of that fellow, but when he asked me to end it I a brawl, I told him not to do it. Well, he brought that upon himself.
Fighting him in armor and using weapons, I couldn't do anything to him that easily, but once we used bare hand martial arts we were in totally different plains.
This the difference between those who have watched "Yuri Boyka" and those who didn't.
Well, let just get healed physically now and mentally later.
But just as the healer was done with us, Captain Aldis came out of nowhere, "You two are ordered to come to the big seats".
The big seats are what I call the VIP, I can foresee a headache.
I gave a hand to Argir who limped to stand.
After a while, we reached the place and the guards let us in.
The place was sure nice, the big shots were all in one place.
We bowed to High King Torygg a light bow, Nords don't bend the knee.
We were congratulated with promises of many gifts and stuff.
I had to refuse Ulfric advice to join him in Windhelm, Torygg was giving him a cold eye but he completely ignored it.
Idgrod Ravencrone and Balgruuf are the only Jarls I have a good impression with so I promised to visit them for sure.
Elisif, on the other hand, was really worried about Argir for some reason, I don't know the reason but curiosity is killing me, I tried my best to hear what are they saying and I cought something.
"... Sis, you're embarrassing me...." I swear I could hear Argir say that.
Damn! I just beated up the royal brother-in-law, good thing we are Nords.
Anyway, after evading Ulfric, I was excused and could run away back to my friends.
"Let's head home" I said.
We left with a lot of cheers, and the guards made a path for us to the participant's entrance.
I changed into my dandy style clothes and coverd myself with a cloak.
I was planning on going to the bathhouse but I saw a strange out of place shop.
The shop had many cages and looked a bit new.
"What is that shop?" I asked.
"This is a pet shop where rich girl come to buy pet animals." Svidi said.
"Milkdrinkers!" Battle-Born reacted.
"Rich people.. sigh." Wulfur followed.
I was in no mood to reply.
I finally found it!
After a full life time, I can make that dream come true!
I will die with no regrets this time.
"I am going in..." I said, "For me kitty kitty kitties."
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"Kitty kitty kitties, fufufufu kitty kitty kitty kitties." A strange heavy voice sounded, "Excuse me, do you sell kitty kitty kitties." It came from the entrance direction.
A girl stood in the store wearing expensive clothes and had a tied hair. She turned around to see who came in to her family's store.
But what she saw scared Oblivion out of her. A huge shadow blocked the light of day that comes from the entrance, it gave a powerful aura, the candles in the shop went down from that aura, the animals in the cages quieted down as well, the figure walked slowly making some weird laughs.
The girl was scared, she was about to scream, but suddenly the huge figure fell on the ground turning into three smaller figures.
The place was dark and the girl couldn't see any of the figures' features clearly.
A voice came from behind the figures, "Finally, he's down." It was a girl's voice.
"If he wasn't originally tired, by Ysmir! He would have dragged us through the whole town." a young man's voice sounded out.
But after a second the atmosphere froze, the strange voice could be heard once again, "Fufufufu, Sticks and stones may break my bones, but kitty kitty kitties will revive me."
The figure in the middle bended its limbs in a weird direction and stood on all four, it suddenly creeped like a spider towards the girl with high speed. "Do you sell kitty kitty kittieeeeees?" The girl was about to scream and fall back once again, but suddenly one of the figures on the ground jumped and fell directly on the creeping figure.
"Caught him, sorry about that, are you alrig...." A strong voice of a young man spoke to the store girl but it suddenly halted.
The boy saw a ginger girl, with sky blue eyes and pure beautiful face. The girl saw a boy with strong build, dark hair and brown eyes.
Something sparkled in their eyes, but that's a story for a bit later.
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[A/N: Five minutes earlier, outside the pet shop]
"Hey, these shops are for milk drinkers, you can't just go in." Battle-Born was trying to stop Jon.
"He won't listen, look at his eyes." Wulfur said.
"His eyes are turning into that of a cat, his mouth too, he is not listening at all." Svidi was pointing from a far.
[A/N: Basically like this ( 'ω' )]
"That doesn't look good to me. Wulfur press him from above." Battle-Born said.
"How?" Wulfur replied.
"I don't know, climb on him."
"Fine, and you cling to his legs."
"Alright, Svidi give us a hand."
"Leave me out of this."
"Dammit, he is moving."
"Press him harder."
"I can't, watch out we are going in."
The appearance was that of three young men, one was walking and the other two were restraining him, one clinging on his shoulders, and the other from his legs.
There was a girl too but she didn't get involved.
Finally they entered a shop.
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[A/N: Back to the present.]
"I, I, I am alright, very alright." The girl was speaking without concentration while looking at the boy.
"Give me kitty kitt...." Jon was about to rise again but Wulfer punched him back to Oblivion without breaking eye contact with the girl.
It seemed like even Jon can't break the pink atmosphere that was forming right now.
"Hey, is Jon alright?" Svidi asked Wulfur while giving a hand to Battle-Born on the ground.
"... He is, he is very alright!" Wulfur replied in a soft voice and a slow manner.
For some reason, Svidi and Battle-Born felt shivers, even Jon stopped resisting.
"Wulfur, what happened to Jon?" Battle-Born asked.
".... I punched him." Wulfur said.
"What! Is he alright?" Svidi asked and came be side Wulfur who was still on Jon.
Wulfur was looking at a girl and the girl was looking back at him.
Svidi waved her palm between them and they suddenly reacted, the girl looked away and blushed red, Wulfur looked left and right with a pale face, then he finally looked down.
"Oi, Jon, Jon, what happened to this guy?" Wulfur shook him, "Answer me!"
Battle-Born and Svidi looked at each other and their faces turned serious, this was a scary moment in the history of Wulfur.
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Dammit! My head feels very heavy! I remember that feeling! Once I played a prank on Ysolda but I mistook her and it was a different girl, after that someone punched me, I got familiar with Wulfur and Svidi after that day.
This punch is just identical, was it Wulfur again? I'll have his ass this time.
I could open my eyes finally, it's a bit dark but I see light.
What is that, I sat but the place around me was strange, I was sleeping on fur, but I was in a cage.
Yes, a cage.
Wait! what's going on here? I was heading home after the fight and something about cats happened, my memory is not really clear.
"Hey, anyone here?" I called.
"Ah, you finally awake!" Battle-Born voice came from somewhere.
"He awoke, can we get him out now?" A girl spoke but I didn't recognize her voice.
"Just leave him until we confirm his sanity." Svidi said.
Four figures came front of the cage.
"Seriously! You knock out I, your old daddy and put me in a cage." I could understand what happened now.
"We can't afford you to go berserk again." Battle-Born replied, "Just to make sure, did your head cooldown?"
"Get me out or else." I was in a grumpy mood.
Battle-Born just touched the door and it opened, so it wasn't locked, how embarrassing!
I got out of the cage and looked around, this is a store I kinda remember.
"Sorry for just now." I looked a the girl who looked like the clerk, "Mental fatigue must have accumulated after the match and I berserked out."
"Ah! Your friends have told me, congratulations for the win." The girl talked in a shy manner.
She was a beautiful girl with light ginger hair and blue eyes, kinda similar to me but she has her charm.
"I am Jon, sorry for the trouble." I said.
"I am Bjorna, welcome to Skyfire Pet Store." The girl called Bjorna said.
"Oh! Pet Store! Right? Cats! Kitties!" my memories came back all of a sudden.
"Don't even think about it." Svidi warned me, she actually was scary, Bjorna was hiding behind her.
"Ah! My bad! sorry, Do you have cats?" I asked holding myself to the limit.
The girl looked at me and smiled wryly, "This store is more focused on exotic and expensive animals, especially those which has magical properties and those which can fight and hunt."
Oh! So that kind of store existed, this is really like some MMOs.
Why didn a game feature like that come to the world? Was it a mod? Let's think of that later?
"Magical properties, Does Nords even like that?" I felt it strange.
"They crave for it, we don't really say they are magical put if it's from nature, then Nords won't think of it as anything strange." The girl said.
"But you just said that to a Nord." I said.
"And not just any Nord." Bjorna said. "It's Jon Dare, the one who defeated the mages in their own game."
"Oh! You know about that?" Of course I was famous.
"Yes, I was there that day, most of the girls went to see the match of Argir Swift-Hilt and I was lucky I was there that day." She said.
"Anyway, may I interest you in one of our creatures?" Bjorna said. Wow! Just like Ysolda, this girl has a merchant face too.
"What kind of animals do you sell?" I asked.
"Anything that can be trained. My clan trained most of these animals so they are friendly and all, I also have some recommendations for you and you warrior friends here." She said.
"You clan?" I asked.
"Half of us are tamer, weird hobby for Nords ,eh? But we were brought up many of these beautiful creatures." She said, "I normally manage the store but my ma goes back to the clan for the other ones, the big ones that can't be sold in a city, you see."
Ah! Why is this world turning too mystical all of a sudden?
"So what's do you normally sell?" I asked.
"You finally asked, follow me." She said while turning around, but when she faced Wulfur she clearly blushed. The hell?
I looked at Svidi, she shrugged and was unusually silent.
Let's ask later, following the girl we arrived at some small cages.
"This a Dragonfrog, cute isn't it? Mages buy dozens of these beauties." She pointed at something.
That thing was a frog, a big one. But it had two wings and it looked like it can use them, it also had scales like that of a lizard.
I have seen these things in books, this creature also made an appearance in the 'Elder Scrolls Online', I think it's weird but they really sell it!
"Why do mages like these?" I asked.
"They are clean, airborne and magical, the can evolve into a magical creature once they adapt to a certain element." She said.
"Hmm, what else is there?" I asked.
"There are canines like the Alik'r Dune Hounds and Bravil Retrievers which are preferred by hunters." She said pointing at a cage.
"There are also the Bear-Dogs." She pointed at a cage.
"There are also Morthal Mastiff, a true fearless beast."
I like that one.
"Skyrim Wolfhounds."
Oh! The ones from the game.
"There are also wolves and bears cubs but we don't display them here. You can order them though."
Bears? Sign me up.
"There are also Guars, we import them from Morrowind, some like to pick them as mounts, but their prices are a bit high in Skyrim."
Oh! I know that one, they are Bipedal Reptilians from Morrowind and Black Marsh, they are the replacement for horses there, I also see them as some sort of dinosaurs. Nurina used to raise one when she was young.
"There are also Foxes right over here, many kinds from Skyrim, Hammerfell and Elsweyr. They are my favorite."
"Also there mounts in our outer store, Horses and Ponies, Guars and also Goats, Elks and Rams that can be mounted, I think we had a War Boar once but Da cried like a baby and took it to himself." She said.
What an interesting father!
"Finally on our tour and the thing that might interest you the most are the Felines." She finally said it.
"Finally" I couldn't help but let it out.
"Time for his kitten heaven." Battle-Born laughed.
"Let's call it Kittengarde." Wulfur said.
He actually cracked a funny joke, people laughed at it too. Something changed about that guy.
"Seeing the Felines as only cats is belittling the might of one of the scariest breeds ever lived, Cats by the way are favored by Dibella, the goddess of love. There also is a breed of cats which is considered very cute is also the favorite pet in the old magic guild, even the college now has tens of them around." Bjorna said.
Everyone made a serious face when she made a speech.
"Wait a minute! You are speaking about the Mage Sentry Cats, right? They are in the College?" I asked.
"More than the mages themselves." She said. "They tend to cling to people with purer Magicka and also no one can escape their senses." She said, "So if you are going to the college then just buy something more expensi.. ehem, suitable."
I heard that!
"There are a wide variety of Cats and Dragonfrogs, but most can only be found in the College due to evolutions based on magic." She said, "We on the other hand can sell you Lynxes which are more honest than cats if they were raised well."
"The clan also imported half Senche breeds." She said.
Seriously say that earlier.
"As you may know, Senches are sort Khajiits that comes from Elsweyr, unlike their Bipedal brothers and sisters and they may breed with Felines like tigers and lions giving us many variants like Senche-Lions, Senche-Tigers, Senche-Leopards and Senche-Panthers."
"But the best choice in my opinion are the Sabercats, they are faster and can adapt to Skyrim better." She came to a halt when she reached an office. We also stopped after her.
"So, dear customers. Have you made your mind?" Bjorna said while making a merchant smile.
"I am gratified from the amount of the stuff you guys sell." I couldn't help but say.
"What are you talking about? This is a small just pet shop. The real business is done by almost half of my clan. We tame, hunt and fight. This shop is only a place for youngsters to manage and a place to make deals, most of our the stables in Skyrim deal with us." She proudly said.
Dammit! This girl is not simple.
"Anyway you guys can be patient, most of the orders take a lot of time." She said, "And also you need to wait for my mother to come from the arena, she knows what's in stock better than me."
"One question, please!" Someone finally interrupted her, oh that was me, sorry I am just dizzy.
"Does your shop sell Pokemon Balls?" I asked.
"No, what is that?" She asked back.
"It's a magical device from my past life, people who had many pets kept them within these small balls." I said with complete honesty.
"Woaaah! I want some of these myself, that's so handy. But wait a minute what past life?" She said.
"Ah! That's one of his usual jokes when he is not sure about something, he normally involves past lives and dragons for some reason." Svidi cut in.
"Dragons?" Bjorna was taken aback.
"Dragons are real you know." I said.
"Seriously?!" Bjorna was full of wonder.
"""They are not.""" Wulfur, Battle-Born and Svidi said in unison.
"They are." I said, "Five years from now they will return."
This is a normal argument we always go in since the time of the orphanage.
"He just loves dragons too much, don't take him seriously." Svidi assured Bjorna.
"Nah! I always wanted to see one when I was young." Bjorna said.
Hah! Joke's on you guys.
"Maybe dragons should be real after all." Wulfur who was unusually silent spoke.
"Pffft!" I couldn't hold myself anymore, this guy has fallen, and fallen hard.
Svidi and Battle-Born looked at Wulfur as if they looked at a traitor.
This was really fun, but that fun didn't last that long. We could hear footsteps of someone coming to our direction, we were deep into the store so we couldn't tell who was coming.
Suddenly Bjorna ran to that direction and looked, "Oh! it's Ma." That's what she said. Look good Wulfur, aunt-in-law arrived.
Few breathes later the woman came in.
The woman that arrived was tall, red hair, blue eyes.
I couldn't help but stare.
I couldn't help but freeze.
Why is she here?
Why does Bjorna call her mother?
I looked at the woman and she looked at me, she also froze.
I couldn't help but to look at Bjorna once again who was telling her that there were customers.
Words were stuck.
Stuck in my throat.
As if they were wrestling which one to come first.
Why are you here ..... ?
Who is that girl ..... ?
Why didn't you tell me ..... ?
What's going on ..... ?
All these words couldn't break free from each other but one word from each sentence brock out.
"... Hilda?"
Drem Yol Lok. Greetings, wunduniik. I am the Author. Who are you?
What brings you to my strunmah…my mountain?
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