Several days have passed, I was recording the new discoveries regarding my magic theory, and it was interesting to research such stuff.
It was said that battle mages to research mages ratio was 3:7 and I can see why.
I could think of many ways to make some spells possible, but don't get me wrong creating a spell is a hard job that needs more than just understanding a theory, it needs the techniques of manipulation to be made with carefulness because magic energy can backfire and injure the user.
My current problem is lack of experience in techniques, they are the way you command your magic to manifest like casting by putting magic directly into shape or shouting like dragons to force magic into some sort of form.
While making the magic form you need to understand which form goes with which effect and how you fix that on a target to create a result.
As making my own theories I improve rabidly day by day.
One thing that is annoying me is that my Magicka regeneration is slow.
This can be helped by a potion or an enchanted artifact, both cost money but an artifact will last longer.
To make an artifact one needs a soul gem. Soul gems are graded from Petty, Lesser, Common, Greater, Grand and Black.
One needs to perform a soul trap on something they kill to trap a soul into the nearest soul gem, the game was a little bugged in that regard so I used a mod like 'Smart Souls' and 'Mysticism The Lost Art'.
I also added a mod called 'Transmute And Fuse Soul Gems' which allows one to Transmute two empty soul gems from a certain grade into an empty one from the next level. Fusion is about filled soul gems but it takes three to make one higher.
These are all very handy spells to serve the art of 'Enchanting' which I consider the most important craft.
The crafts in the game are Enchanting, Alchemy and Blacksmithing.
With a mod called 'Honed Metal' one could ask any blacksmith to make them a piece of armor and upgrade it, that's of course a real option in any world, it also works with enchanting but that's a different story in my opinion.
I don't really like to waste time on Blacksmithing but it's a different story with Enchanting and Alchemy.
Enchanting your own gear is the one way to make a good 'Build' in game and you can bypass the normal enchanters by adding two 'Effects' on one piece of gear, enchanting needs souls gems to put a soul in an item to work as its magic carrier.
Enchanting weapons is different from enchanting an item you wear, the game didn't explain this but for weapons souls act as a fuel once you used all the power endowed within the enchanted weapon it will just run out, so you need another soul gem to recharge the weapon once again.
Enchanted wearables, on the other hand, doesn't need to use the soul power in them to show effect, once they get equipped the soul in the item will fuse itself with the soul of the user to add the effect.
And unlike in games there is more freedom in enchanting depending on the items quality, also in game one needed to learn an enchantment by destroying an already enchanted item, too wasteful yet in reality it's much better compared, all you need to do is to study the 'Effect' and copy it on another item for practice.
Alchemy is the most rewarding craft in game, you can use a mod like "Harvest Overhaul' too increase the harvest rate because the game's original rate was very low unrealisticly, after having the ingredients you need to mix the them with others of a matching effects to make a greater effect.
It may seem like the game but it's totally different, there are more tools to be used.
You need to mix ingredients into a pot and heat them in either water or alcohol, some ingredients need to be mashed using mortar and pistil.
And with a mod called 'Complete Alchemy and Cooking Overhaul' many potions and items like bombs could be created, Magical alchemy at its best ladies and gentlemen.
Today was the day when Nurina give me a lesson in Enchanting.
Enchanting is a bit of a luxury but it's an essential part of mages' lives.
You simply can make a piece of gear that allows your Magicka to regenerate faster or increase a certain attribute like Health.
These are the most direct and common enchantment, they are also the most efficient. With a mod called 'Wintermyst' more enchantment could be added to the game and they are in this world too, these are pretty useful enchantments in my opinion.
To enchant, one needs an enchanting table or one could simply make one, it isn't hard but it needed materials.
A troll skull, few candles, an amethyst and a bone meal (powder).
What happens next is to draw a star-shaped magic circle with the bone meal, put a candle on the five star edges and place the amethyst in the troll skull, trolls has three eyes and their third eye is in the forehead and that's where we place the amethyst, place the skull between two star edges on the circle and you are pretty much done.
After all of that is done, the circle will attach the soul to the item placed on it by sucking in from the soul gem, during the process one must activate his magic to endow a certain effect on the soul. While the process of 'Soul Attaching' is happening, the item turns into an item with a soul that has a certain effect called and 'Enchanted Item' or 'Magical Item'.
Best Enchanters can add another effect making the soul inside the item has two effects, but that's a master level technique.
After the lesson was over Nurina gave me few worthless items to enchant and it turned out that I am talented in handling magic, it was thanks to my theory in Mysticism that made my magic control so as Nurina's into a top-notch control.
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Days passed peacefully and we welcomed a new member to the gang, Akara the super cute Khajiiti girl.
We took her around with us in our runs around the city, she turned out to be very talented in haggling.
Ysolda fell in love with Akara after that and invited her to be a trading partner in the future, I really like where this is going, Ysolda in the future will return back to Whiterun which means Akara might be there, let's charm Akara about Whiterun, saying it is a safe city and also a trading hub will make that girl listen.
Today the five of us planned on making some money by selling sweet treats. Last time Ysolda failed to sell and she was in a gloomy mood. This time I suggested making a big move.
"Why don't we make a performance while selling our stuff? It will be legit and the neither the guards nor the traders will make a fuss about it." I made my ultimate suggestion.
"What kind of performance?" Wulfur was a bit timed so he asked cautiously.
I looked at Svidi and asked, "Remember the songs I thought you, teach it to Wulfur and Akara, then I and Ysolda will handle the rest."
Everyone looked at Svidi, I thought her few songs from my past life that was sung be vocal bands, it was not much different to the way bards sing in Skyrim.
One of my favorite is 'Loituma - Ievan Polkka' the original Finnish song, not the Japanese rip-off. I taught her many other songs I remembered.
Svidi was to sing, Wulfur was to play on the flute and Akara could do the drum so it was pretty much well planned.
On the other hand, Yoslda would sell the sweet treats to the crowd and I would collect the money for the performance.
We picked a good spot in the market square and made the plan into practice. The song was rewrote by me so it was a according to the lore of the world and it told a story about a certain warrior who fought a great monster with his axe and saved his maiden fair trapped on top of the tower that the bear nested in.
In this part of the world this story fitted greatly, and the Nords would greatly love it and so it was.
We gathered money like bees on honey, the hat I used to gather coin in was filled to its prim with copper and some generous paid silver. That was a huge hit.
The treats sold quickly too, Ysolda was at her wits end, Haha witness the power of the 21st century.
After the day was over we had two out of breath siblings and a due cheerful coin diggers, and there was me the mastermind of the day.
After the performance few bards approached Svidi and invited her to the college and gave her recommendations, Wulfur was invited too, but to no surprise, no one wanted anything to do with other races like Akara the Khajiit.
It wasn't unexpected but it was good to make sure that these two siblings have gotten a ticket out of Riften, that means Wulfur will get to live and Svidi won't get chased out like what happened in the game.
This time my success was at changing and affecting the game lore for the first time, one Thing I was sure of I must not interfere with the big events until 4E-201, the time when the main game events will start.
Handing the big coin purse to Ysolda, she looked at it as if she had he very own child, she held it in two hands and was about to make a speech. But an unexpected turn of events happened. A taller figure with a covered face ran behind Ysolda and snatched the purse from her.
Ysolda cried out and directed a glare at the figure and shouted "THIEF!"
I had the blood rush in my head and chased after the thief, Akara was the second to follow, the rest wasn't as fast as a thief in training and a Khajiiti girl so they lagged behind.
The thief gave his all while running, he seemed knowledge about the city and kept avoiding obstacles and kept on pulling stuff to block the road behind him.
Akara had no problem whatsoever in moving past these obstacles, but I as a human would have trouble or that how it should have happened, I have made my own version of 'Parkour' while training with Vex and the others from the Thief Guild a bit of a time ago and it showed its full might in this situation.
Many people started to notice and I could even feel some presences following from the sides, I could see Brynjolf and Delvin with a figure clad in a big cloak and a hood behind them, I think I saw these three in the performance.
I could feel some gazes form the Meadery's window, it was Maven and a girl beside her that looked similar, Even Nurina saw me and Akara running while she was shopping and started following.
I and Akara were so nimble that we started having fun and began competing who would catch the thief first.
The thief felt us getting closer and then made a turn after the general goods store, there was a ladder that reached the roof, I made a jump and was about to catch the thief's foot but he moved faster, I had no choice but to climb after him.
Reaching the roof four masked figures waited for the thief and he handed the money purse to the one with expensive looking clothes, I could see that as I have already reached and met eye to eye with these punch.
"Hand it over." Akara roared at them.
The person with the purse was amused at her anger, he clearly had a plan in mind as his he winked to his cronies, the started to move and surrounded me and Akara.
I and Akara stood back to back, "I smell mead from them." Akara said in a soft voice.
They were not much older than us, they were around 15 and we were outnumbered at that.
"They are the boys from the Meadery." I replied as I noticed their identities, the person with the purse in his hands was clearly Sibbi Black-Briar.
So he started to pick on me finally.
I have foreseen that since a while ago, he always gave me bad glares, people would most certainly cower if a Black-Briar glared at them but I kind of like to take a challenge head-on.
I make a move as I pick a dagger from my boots, it was a common way to hide a dagger, but not for a ten years old of course.
Akara brandished her claws, Khajiiti claws are on pars with a good early weapon in the game.
The Meadery boys halt but Sibbi seemed dissatisfied, He said: "They are just two brats."
Well he is right, we are no match for them, so how about that, I lunched the novice lightening spell 'Sparks' front of Sibbi's feet.
[A/N: Sparks is a channeling spell which you keep firing like a lightening thrower, it's the weakest lightening spell]
"F*ck." Sibbi cursed as he jumped back with terror in his eyes, magic is magic after all.
The Meadery boy retreat immediately, Sibbi shouted trying to hide his terror "F*cker, how dare you?"
Akara stiffened as she heard his words, of course she knew that my magic words have been said.
I can't resist a taunting with the word dare in it, everyone in the orphanage knows that, if you want to get hit say 'How dare you?' and you will trigger me immediately.
My smile turns devilish as I already made my mind, the five idiots became more afraid as I took a step towards them, Sibbi was going to piss himself as magic was still appearing on my left hand.
Suddenly he made a move towards the edge of the roof, then he held the purse in a throwing pose and threatened "I'll throw it in the canal."
There was indeed a big canal in the street, people started to notice and the atmosphere turned stiff.
I look at Akara and she nodded, that girl is smart and already went down from the roof.
I walk towards Sibbi again, he got more nervous and he suddenly make his move "I dare you go after it you f*cker."
He threw the coin purse towards the empty air and it was going to certainly fall into the canal of the lower part of the city, that's a four-story height for you.
My heart was going crazy as the purse rose in the air, my legs moved on their own and I ran towards the edge and jumped as after the purse.
"'DARE' IS MY...
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[A/N: 3rd Person POV]
Few hours before the confrontation of Jon and Sibbi, a tall figure clad in a brown cloak with a big hood descended the stairs that lead from the upper city in Riften to the under city.
The figure carried a big battleaxe on its back but its steps were soft and quiet.
Upon arriving to the lower parts the figure stopped front of a gate with iron bars, what lied beyond that gate with a hell hole of stink and moist known as the 'Ratway'.
The figures passed through the gate with ease not minding the smell at all.
The Ratway was the sewers of Riften it was dim and filled with unexpected encounters, as the figure walked in the tunnels, a torch appeared illuminating the darkness.
The figure stretched its hand to take the torch but it suddenly came to halt, looking around the figure noticed something the made a strange pose and then took the torch from the wall.
A click sounded and a strange iron ball with spikes fell from the top towards the figure but it didn't hit.
The figure sighed and shook its head helplessly, then took the torch and kept on advancing.
After few turns the figure arrived at a door, on the door, there was a sign saying 'The Ragged Flagon'.
It was a known as the ghost tavern as it was the location where the Thieves Guild members would gather yet it wasn't known where it was as the Ratway was as its name gave, a damnable maze.
Few could find this place and that figure was one of them.
After pushing open the doors, a circular chamber with an uneven surface appeared, in the middle of it water gathered as if it was a pool, and around its sides, a path to walk around the pool was there.
The figure walked to the right until other figures of people in black leather appeared.
The place on the other end of the chamber was that of what resembles a bar with few stools and some table and chairs.
As the figure wanted to advance to the bar a young giant man appeared to block its pass.
"We are full on customers" The man tried to sound scary.
The figure in brown cloak only cupped its right hand into a fist and buried it deep into the young man stomach, the man fell to his knees and with hand on the ground and a hand on his stomach it made an inappropriate sound.
The figure moved its left leg and landed a stomp on the man's head sending him to the dream realm.
Few steps later the other few figures around the bar was intensified from what happened to their look out, one of them was bald with a rough skin made an eye contact with the figure, the figure immediately headed towards him.
As the figure sat on the chair opposite to the bald man it removed its hood and cloak. What appeared was a woman with red wavy hair and sharp blue eyes, she wore an armor known as the 'Nordic Carved Armor', she wore it without a padding armor so her arms where full-on view until her armored bracers so were her legs.
The bald man was Delvin and the red woman was Hilda, it was a meeting that didn't happen in few years.
"Mama came for a visit." Hilda said while snatching the sweet roll front of Delvin.
Delvin was surprised by the sudden visit but he was not in the position to argue with that scary woman.
He looked at Brynjolf and said, "Your friend Jon is doing okay?"
Brynjolf was in a daze from the strange situation but he nodded to Delvin.
"Brynjolf was it? Come and lead me to him." Hilda demanded like a boss and Delvin nodded to Brynjolf confirming her words.
Brynjolf could only walk in the front past to the passed out lookout, He exited the round chamber followed by Delvin and Hilda, and headed outside the Ratway.
The three headed to the market square and saw a large crowd, they frowned, "That's Jon's place." Brynjolf was Delvin's eye on Jon so he knew most of what was Jon up to.
After a while the three passed the crowd and saw five kids in an unusual scene. A girl was singing, a boy was playing the flute, a Khajiiti girl was playing the drum, a girl was selling sweet treats and a boy was walking around interacting with people holding a hat which has some coins in.
The crowd interacted with the unusual scene very smoothly, the song was so Nordic and the music supporting it was so synced with the song, the kids made vocal music with humming and words which was even more than just what a normal bard would do, it was a clearly new style that all people became curious about, the sweet treats of the kids sold by the lone girl, the boy with a hat collected money from people and was moving nimbly while showing off his half dancing way of walking and the band of three that stood on a platform made of crates kept singing.
No matter how anyone looked at it, that was a selling business of a punch of talented kids.
Hilda looked at the boy with a hat and was taken aback but she smiled and gave him a silver coin, the kid was not shy and made a bow with a smile and a wink to the lady.
He was doing that with the girls and ladies who were paying for the band to sing more.
After some time the crowd dispersed and the kids gathered in a corner carrying away their stuff and gathering the coins in a single purse hurriedly.
After they finished the girl that sold the sweets held the purse and was about to say something to her friends but a figure ran behind her and snatched the purse.
The red-haired kid gave a chase followed by the Khajiit girl. Hilda was about to throw her axe at the thief but she held herself back.
She followed after the kids who gave a chase and she was about to give a hand when she saw a very strange scene.
The Khajiit girl way of running was like a beast in the woods it was so simple yet very nimble and fast.
The red boy, on the other hand, ran in the most interesting way she has ever seen, he jumped over obstacles like a clown, he moved in a way that was so refined and artistic that made him look like he was doing it with ease.
Delvin himself was surprised, he looked at Brynjolf and asked, "What was that just now?"
"That's his style that I once told you about, he called it 'free-running' or something, I don't know how he made it but it is really hard to master." Brynjolf spilled the beans immediately.
The three looked at Jon's moves and followed to where he chased the figure, along the way they pumped into Nurina who joined them without questioning Hilda's identity, After Jon and Akara chased the thief to a rooftop, the four could see the confrontation from distance.
After Jon threatened the big boys with magic, Hilda was surprised, even more, she never expected that a ten years old kid had arcane skills like magic and martial skills like his so-called 'free-running' in his arsenal at such age.
When the mood stiffened on the rooftop the Khajiit girl ran down and Jon ran towards the boss of the thieves on the edge of the roof.
It was a sight to witness as the money purse was thrown towards the canal under the city and Jon flying after it.
"'DARE' IS MY SURNAME F*CKEEEEER!!"
Jon's shout was heard by everyone in that part of the city.
The time seemed like it had slowed down.
The blood of everyone boiled as the heard those scary words.
A thunderous roar accompanied the voice of that child, it was a power that only true Nords could muster. It was a 'War Cry'.
Hilda witnessed it, Nurina witnessed it, Maven witnessed it, Delvin and Brynjolf witnessed it yet they withstood it.
Other people with weak hearts could only shiver from the power of that cry.
Jon made a free fall after the purse and caught it, then he dived into the canal.
Both Hilda and Nurina could hold their excitement no more and spoke in unison "That's my boy."
The atmosphere froze at this point again as the two beauties looked to each other with a surprise.
Anyway, from that day Jon was officially known as 'Jon Dare'.
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Brynjolf ran towards the canal and started looking for Jon, a moment later Jon swam up and was a bit dizzy.
Working the whole morning, chasing a thief through the city, jumping from a high rooftop to a deep canal while shouting a 'War Cry' certainly took a toll on a 10 years old child, even though his mental age is about 35, it could only add to the burden on the body.
Brynjolf fished the dizzy boy out from the canal and carried him back.
The four kids from the orphanage caught up to Brynjolf and took the already passed out Jon from him.
Wulfur carried Jon and the girls took the purse, they kept it away from people's sight, Jon's War Cry didn't scare them as he did not consider them to be hostile.
On the rooftop the thieves were already at the brink of losing their souls, Sibbi who was the target of the 'War Cry' was experiencing true terror, he was going to have PTSD after this for sure.
One must know that 'War Cry' is a racial skill only gained by Nords. Through it, warriors could conjure all their fighting spirit and bloodlust, then manifest it into a thunderous cry. The cry can devastate the morale of any weaker enemies and would make normal people faint from terror.
Only strong warriors could make this cry, Ulfric Storm-Cloak the Jarl of Eastmarch and Kodlak Whitemane the Harbinger of the Companions were known living figures who were witnessed shouting a 'War Cry'.
For a small kid from an orphanage to use such a skill, his future is certainly that of a great warrior, when the 'Companions' hear of this, they would send their people to invite him to join.
Outside Skyrim there were mercenary guilds but in Skyrim there were the 'Companions', They are one of Skyrim's four guilds in game and they are those people who come out to solve problems when the coin is right, they avoided political conflicts, so instead of calling them mercenaries they better to be called 'Adventurers'.
The legend of Ysgramor and his 500 companions is a basic knowledge for all Nords.
A warrior from a faraway continent in the north was. He is one of the most legendary heroes of Men, who played a pivotal role in the ascendency of humans on the continent of Tamriel, but that's a story we will continue in another time.
Back to the present and few meters away from the passed out Jon, Hilda and Nurina stared at each other while Delvin was holding his forehead, he looked to both "Nurina this is Hilda, Jon's mother, and Nurina is the Headmistress of the orphanage."
"I see." Hilda was the first to speak, she totally forgot about that.
"I am Nurina Aren, a pleasure." Nurina turned cold a formal.
"Hilda Fire-Mane. Thank you for raising Jon all these years." Hilda spoke politely.
Nurina narrowed her eyes which turned cold and sharp, "You here to take him?" and she kicked right into the main topic.
Hilda gave a wry smile while looking down then shook her head saying "... He's better off without me."
Nurina felt the sadness in Hilda's voice, she wasn't going to give up her apprentice and the person she considered a family without a fight from the start, but she sympathized with Hilda.
"… This way." Nurina walked ahead leading Hilda to the direction of the orphanage, Hilda followed after she whispered something to Delvin who nodded to her, he then signaled to Brynjolf and both disappeared in the crowd.
A while later Hilda who was in her cloak and hood reached the Orphanage with Nurina, and it seems the kids have already reached her before them.
Passing the entrance and to the next floor the found the kids grouped around Jon's bed, Ysolda and Akara kept nursing him. Nurina arrived to the side of the bed and handed a blue potion to the girls, she instructed them and led Hilda to her room.
Hilda looked at Jon without nearing him, she felt like a hole was being dug in her heart, she then followed after Nurina.
Nurina opened her room, led Hilda in and closed the door tightly, she offered her a seat and sat opposite to her.
Hilda sat and rested her big battle axe to a wall then removed her cloak and looked around the room. It was a big enough room with full wooden furniture and some foreign objects that clearly didn't originate from Skyrim, a basket that held some staves and many shelves packed with books, a wide bed and a few pots that had some medicinal herbs and flowers planted in, it was a gorgeous room that fitted the Dunmer style.
Silence took the lead of the conversation but Nurina as the host had to cut it, she looked at the bucket beside her and fished out a bottle, she offered it to Hilda who with a "Thanks" gladly took it.
It was Honningbrew Mead, Nord's favorite.
[A/N: maybe I can get a sponsorship lol.]
After a sip, Hilda spoke, "So, the magic from a while ago, he learned it from you?" She asked. One must know that Nords are not fond of magic and some even hate it, they don't mind healing and enchanted weapon though.
"He is talented and hardworking, for a Nord with a talent that surpasses some elves in magic is something that history has rarely recorded." Nurina bragged as much as she could.
Hilda smiled and took another sip, "His father also liked magic." She gave off a smile yet it was felled with sadness.
"I am sorry." Nurina gave her condolences.
"Oh! No, he's alive… probably" Hilda made a not sure expression and shrugged her shoulders.
"Probably?!" Nurina was puzzled.
"The Thalmor failed to kill him in both the Great War and Hammerfell resistance, yet he killed them like a sickle in dry weed." That was Hilda's turn to brag.
"The war ended, and as a war hero. Shouldn't that treaty of White-Gold something protect him and his family?" Nurina was a bit confused here.
Hilda finished the bottle in one go and looked at Nurina with narrow eyes then said: "Unless…."
Nurina thought for a second about what Hilda meant with "Unless" she soon found the answer.
"Unless you are from the Blades." That was the only logical answer.
'The Blades' archenemy to 'The Thalmor', they were the personal guards of the Emperor after the Akaviri invasion in 1E-2703. Formally known as 'The Dragonguard' they served Emperor Reman I, and evolved through history to be known as 'The Blades' guards of the emperor and his intelligence operatives.
The White Gold Concordant that was signed to end the Great War between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion, it stated on some outrageous terms like disbanding the 'Blades' and outlawing the worshiping of the ninth god of the Empire 'Talos'.
Nurina made a very worried face after discovering such a truth about Jon's family, she even felt sad for Hilda and her husband.
"During the war, I was one of the Nords who were dispatched to the Empire as reinforcement. And after the treaty, I felt betrayed. The Empire abandoned its best of the best warriors and forsook mighty Talos. I was so ashamed of them but I couldn't do anything. After that, we heard that Hammerfell refused the treaty and made preparation for war. I traveled there with my brothers and met with a former commander from the 'Blades', he was to be Jon's father. Commander Jonnrad Fire-Mane." Hilda kept telling the story to Nurina, who was so immersed in listening.
After some time they reached the part when Hammerfell decided to make a treaty with the Dominion which was known as 'The Second Treaty of Stros M'kai'.
There Jonnrad and Hilda felt uneasy. The 'Thalmor', the ruling faction in the 'Dominion' will for sure send their spies and assassins to root out all of the unwanted trouble in Hammerfell.
Due to some reason, Jonnrad couldn't leave Hammerfell, so he sent his most trusted man 'Fultheim' with Hilda to Skyrim. Hilda was pregnant at that time and couldn't fight so she had to hide in the Empire as a detour to lose the 'Thalmor' on her tail and she finally made it a year later to Skyrim.
Nurina was so in awe from the grand adventure and was taking a huge liking on Hilda, different from her first image of the mother who abandoned her child, Hilda was like some heroine in her eyes.
Nurina talked about herself before coming from Morrowind and talked about her life with Jon, and about their tiny adventures and discoveries.
Hilda was at her wits end from what she heard. A child devolving a theory in Magic was something unheard of, and his accomplishments and studies were on the par with some scholar from the mages guild or the College of Winterhold.
"But one thing I don't understand." Nurina asked, "Why did the Thalmor target you until now, I mean it has been 10 years and I am sure you have your secrets but you don't have to hide all that much."
Hilda was astonished of Nurina's observation, she looked at her and sighed, "That is indeed another story, yet the ones the Thalmor looking for is not me or my husband" her eyes turned cold and her killing bloodlust was clear in her voice, "They are after Jon, the f*ckers are after my son".
Nurina's eye shrunk and she stood up, her expression was like a scared cat that was about to cry, her soft voice was shaken and she only muttered "why? why?" while looking at Hilda's angry face.
Hilda rudely stretched her arm and took another bottle from Nurina's booze bucket, looking at it was a Black-Briar mead, she opened it and walked to the window, there was a beautiful view of 'Lake Henrich'.
Ten years ago on the other shore of the lake, she stood and gave her child to a thief so he can live in peace away from her.
The knight that followed her for a year went missing after that night and she traveled to her clan for hiding among them ever since.
"21 years ago while I was fighting in the war, an accident happened in the 'Imperial Library', the inner circles of the commanders only heard about this but it was revealed on a later date to the people. The disappearance of 'The Elder Scrolls'." Hilda stopped talking giving Nurina a breather after so many surprises.
Nurina was moving around the room not sure how to handle so many information. 'The Elder Scrolls', such a name was only associated with legends and major accidents that shook the world and changed the face of the era itself.
The Elder Scrolls also called the Aedric Prophecies [A/N: Aedric from Aedra, the opposite of Daedra (good gods, bad gods)] are scrolls of unknown origin and number which simultaneously archive both past and future events. The number of the Scrolls is unknown not because of their immense quantity, but because the number itself is unknowable, as the Scrolls "do not exist in a countable form". They are fragments of creation from outside time itself, and their use in divining prophecies is but a small part of their power. They simultaneously do not exist, yet always have existed.
[A/N: Witness the power of the Wiki, MWAHAHA. No, seriously speaking the elder scrolls is so important that the name of the game itself is 'The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim]
No one would mention the two words 'Elder' and 'Scrolls' together in such manner unless there is something big happening.
"What does the Elder Scrolls have to do with Jon?" Nurina finally organized her thoughts and asked. She finally arrived at the three points of issue. 'Thalmor', 'Elder Scrolls' and 'Jon'.
"Ten years ago before I know I was pregnant with Jon, I met a Moth Priest from the 'Cult of Ancestor Moth' in a market in Hammerfell. He was blind but it looked like he could see me. He came to my direction like mad and when he tripped and fell he crawled on all fours till he got to me. He was speaking like mad and said "I found it. Not one, not two, but three. You carry a child who is fated to carry three scrolls of the gods". I knocked the priest out and ran away from the market. When Jonnrad heard of it he devised a plan to lead us away from the eyes of the Thalmor, few months later I gave birth to a boy and ran away with him from Hammerfell just as Jonnrad planned. Jonnhild was born year 4E181 named after his father and me. A year later, I arrived to Skyrim and you know the rest".
[A/N: Cult of Ancestor Moth are a cult of people who can read The Elder Scrolls but they get blind after doing so]
So that how was it really happening, such a child carrying such fate is sure scary. Not any parents could deal with such prophecy, yet these two kept their cool and made the right choices under pressure.
That was admirable effort but too bad Jonnrad was nowhere to be found.
"So what should we do after that?" Nurina was already planning ahead, "He can't stay in the orphanage after the age of 15 and truthfully I was planning to take him with me to Winterhold. With his ideas, he can make more wonderful achievements in the arcane arts."
Hilda nodded, "That is a good idea but he needs to be more capable and survive the trials of coming of age on his own." Hilda added.
"Coming of age? Don't tell me you mean that Nord nonsense tradition?" Nurina was angry at such words.
"Those are the traditions. He must learn how to fight like a Nord. I know you don't like and neither do I, what kind of mother would send her child to such challenge? But that's for his best." Hilda resolve was firm.
Nurina understood, compared to such challenge what lies in the future of such a kid is much more dangerous.
"I understand, I'll arrange for some people to instruct him in hunting and fighting *sigh* his talent will support him no matter what he does, I am sure of it." Nurina came to the same resolution as Hilda.
"Truthfully speaking he can make a 'War Cry' at the age of ten. You really raised a dragon" Hilda remarked with a smirk.
"Fufu…" Nurina laughed softly, the sweat on her face was already wiped away and she was feeling better. She offered Hilda a bigger bottle and opened a one for herself. The two mothers sat and laughed a meaningful soft laughs, they were already releasing some bloodlust about the fight ahead.
This meeting of the two monsters was a meeting that the Thalmor will surely regret they could not prevent in the not far future.
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