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"So, Glymet found the traitor out and clipped him?" (Jon)
"I hope I can say it was that simple but it wasn't. You see, Glymet had that thing he was always running from and it practically tormented him day and night." (Jonrad)
"And that is?" (Alina)
"Just like how Hilda and I received the so-called prophecy of our child's birth. He had something similar happening to him." (Jonrad)
"Goodness! People should really stop believing foretellers." (Jon)
"What was he foretold anyway?" (Isha)
"… one time in the past after the Great War, a priestess told Glymet that he will have a fate worse than death. That he will wish to find peace but he won't find where his end will take him." (Jonrad)
"And how is that connected to the Dark… wait…" Jon made a grim face, "… but it shouldn't, should it?"
"It seems you got the point." (Jonrad)
"What are you two talking about?" (Jullanar)
"When Glymet received that Blade from the Listener willingly, he had officially damned his Fate by his own hands. A Fate worse than death." (Jonrad)
"The very thing he spent his entire life running from?" (Alina)
"He became sworn to Sithis." (Jon)
"That's it." Jonrad nodded, "But that's a totally different detail which he will discover later on. Right now, the blade and the task he was given took priority."
"But even if he acquired a Blade of Woe, he wasn't actually sworn to Sithis, he didn't believe in the creed of the Dark Brotherhood." Jon still insisted.
"Well, he had a stronger emotion enough to damn him the same Fate." Jonrad said and with a regretful face, "Glymet fell in love."
***
Blood, blood everywhere. There was no need to imagine what happened. Glymet came in, kept a certain member of the brotherhood in his aim, and in the right moment, he attacked leaving no chance of retaliation.
While the traitor, Varlyn the Dark Elf, had an opening and almost attempted to shoot a few arrows at Glymet, the latter was profoundly efficient in his job using all the tricks in the book to close in on Varlyn and strike the blade deep into his chest.
Just like that, the traitor was dead on the ground. After the commotion caused by the fight, all the Assassins gathered with a particularly angry look on Astrid's face who looked at Glymet as if she wanted to rip him apart.
Nothing good will come out of staying silent. Glymet immediately offered Varlyn's blood to Listener Alisanne. She took some of the blood off the blade by the tip of her finger, raised it up to her eye level then without hesitation, put the finger in her mouth to taste the blood.
The solid expressions which Alisanne always carried around finally broke into a smile. Not a gentle loving smile but more of a vicious grin.
"Hail Sithis." She spoke in joy, "Excellent work. The traitor is dead, and our sanctuary remains strong."
As if a big rock was removed off their chests, the Assassins finally managed to breathe once again. Their traitor is dead, they can now enjoy a little bit of peace before the usual drama stirs itself up again.
Everyone here knew how the brotherhood does business and if the Traitor has proved elusive, the Lister has no qualms to liquidate the entire Falkreath Sanctuary. Just one angry swoop of murders to kill the traitor whoever they might be.
In a way, Glymet saved them.
After a short while, Alisanne approached Glymet when he was distancing himself off the group and spoke to him.
"The kill was efficient and clean. What's your background, Assassin, if you don't mind me asking?"
Glymet was the mercenary hired by Uther Nere to murder her, that's his background. But he still can't kill her now. He must kill her along with the Night Mother.
"I used to serve Titus Mede II during the Great War before I start moving around as a mercenary." He said.
"Former servant of the Emperor?" Alisanne was taken aback by the answer which filled her with wonder and a smile formed on her face, unlike that vicious grin, this smile was just thin and a bit corrupted yet still conveyed how pleased she felt.
"Will the former servant of the Emperor keep serving me a little bit more?" She asked.
"Of course, Listener." Glymet stood off the chair he was sitting on and displayed respect.
Against him, Alisanne stood up as well.
"I could use an assassin like you by my side; come, join me in Bravil."
***
"So, in every way, he looks as if he is succeeding his mission." (Jon)
"Indeed." (Jonrad)
"Where were you by the time he moved down to Bravil?" (Jon)
"Right at their tail… with the tip of my arrow aimed at the girl's heart." Jonrad replied in regret.
"And you didn't take the shot?" (Jon)
"No. It was risky. I felt like my friend changed a little and I was going to save him if something was wrong but… this would ruin the mission we have been working on for more than a year… it would anger him if I deliberately sabotaged the mission. All I needed, or thought I would need, was just ten minutes with him alone. We just had to discuss things together but he was looking at that Listener girl like he never looked at anyone before." (Jonrad)
***
After the arrival to Bravil, the notorious crime city proved itself to Glymet as a den of anarchy and chaos from day one. However, under Alisanne's guidance, the city was as hospitable to Assassins as it was to all sorts of the scum of the world.
However, turmoil started soon after. The city was plunged in blood as soon as the two largest Skooma gangs in the city started their own war.
Due to the intense fighting, the Statue of the Lucky Old Lady was destroyed. This was a critical piece of news to the Dark Brotherhood since beneath the very same statue lies the crypt of the Night Mother where one of the deities of the cult of assassins rests.
This required the Listener to take the necessary action of relocating the Night Mother to the Bravil Sanctuary. Still, Alisanne felt disturbed that Bravil no longer became a safe place for the Assassins. At that time, Alisanne requested help from the other standing Brotherhood Sanctuaries and the closest to Bravil was the one in Cheydinhal. Those who came as reinforcement were two assassins known as Garnag and Andronica.
Still, even after the trouble kept erupting. One day, Glymet was summoned by Alisanne for an urgent problem.
As he arrived, she informed him that Garnag and Andronica have gone missing. Previously, she sent Andronica to assassinate the heads of the two warring gangs in order to stop the mayhem around the sanctuary while Garnag was sent on and neither of them returned thus he is now tasked with investigating and rescuing the Assassins.
But that was not the end of it. As Glymet returned to his residence in the city to prepare for the mission, a message was found on his table directly under an open window. It was a dangerous thing to see his residence broken into especially in these times but the content of the message served as a reality check for Glymet.
It was a message from the man who hired him to destroy the Dark Brotherhood, Uther Nere.
It read: "Agent. Your last message was unclear. Why are you in Bravil? Have you found the Listener? I have a business manager in town. Meet him at the Silverhome Inn."
The Listener and the Night Mother, both are the targets of Glymet since the start of this job, both are present on an arm's reach from him. He can just go back and…
And the fire ate the message. Glymet walked out of his residence as he collected his gear and got ready to see things through.
There's still time.
Once he stepped out, he was already heading towards where Andronica should be. The Skooma Den of Bravil.
The Claws gang was a gang with a powerful Khajiiti presence since the borders with Elsweyr are not too far south. That gang controls a big chunk of the city and since the moment Glymet walked into their streets, many pairs of eyes kept following him around every corner.
There was no sneaking around on this job. If he acts suspiciously, he will get chased out by a horde of blood-thirsty cat-folk. Well, at least that would be the case if he acted up too early, he just needs to take the usual route all the way to the place where normal people are allowed to buy Skooma from the claws. In other words, the local distribution center.
Of course once he arrived, he circled the place and headed towards the building where the Claws were holed up. Naturally, a Khajiit henchman stopped him on the way in, putting its hand against Glymet.
"This Den is Claws' territory. Get lost!" The Claws Henchman said.
"Oh, yeah?" Glymet looked at him and with an annoyed face before holding the Khajiits hand, twisting it, and kicking him in, "Tell your Boss to prepare his neck."
And he took his blades out as he walked into the building.
Tens of Khajiits and their customers were coming, going, and sitting in the place which looked like a pub for Skooma. They all noticed the Khajiit that fell in and all looked at the man who did that.
"Let's get this over with." He said an awful Aura came off him filling the place with something akin to poison.
The intoxicated customers started to sweat from panic and those with weak constitutions were on the ground puking their guts out. The Claws gangsters saw that and realized that a predator had infiltrated their Den.
At least they are on their ground.
The Claws were a fearless gang with years upon years of reputation and strong ties to the big Moonsugar Brewers in Elsweyr. They feared neither the Count of Bravil nor the Emperor. If someone is in their Den, their claws shall get to him.
And a flurry of razor-sharp attacks flew towards Glymet. Where he was standing turned to rubble as he jumped across the place reaching the other walk before reversing his momentum to jump to the upper flower waving his swords at anything that comes near him. Many spellcasters existed among the Claws and some of them were already targeting him with simple spells but he reached the upper ground and started kicking everyone on his way down making piles and piles of bodies as the fight raged on.
There was no one to match his skills, a skill even the Dark Brotherhood wasn't aware of, and he kept cutting down all the enemies and looking through each room with no trace of Andronica.
"Enough!"
That was until some dangerous-looking Khajiit walked into the building and shouted as loud as he could.
"Let us parley, assassin." The Khajiit said.
Glymet surely stopped his rampage and looked down at the Khajiit recognizing him.
"You're the Kingpin?" He asked.
"Yes, this one is the Kingpin." The Claws Kingpin replied indicating that he was the leader of the infamous gang.
Most Khajiit look like cats and tigers but this particular guy looked like a Leopard. He was a gigantic Cathay-Raht and had a vicious face.
"You seek the assassin woman? She tried to kill this one." The Kingpin approached as he looked up, "I assume you came all this way to get her."
Glymet found it annoying and stayed in his place replying only with a nod.
"Perfect! If you want her back, you must do something for the Claws." The Kingpin said with a grin.
Glymet didn't reply but waited for the Kingpin to keep going, making the latter feel awkward.
"I want you to Assassinate the head of our rivals, the Eclipse. When it is done, meet me at the bridge south of town." The Kingpin said.
There was not much Glymet could do but he nodded and simply went into one of the rooms to escape through the window.
This was bad.
Glymet felt more depressed on this bad day. An assassin is taken hostage and the city is in chaos.
But there was good news amidst the confusion. Once Glymet reached the treasury where the other assassin, Garnag, had gone, he received the news that an assassin had murdered the Head of the Treasury.
So where did he go afterwards?
This was in itself good and bad. Somehow, even Glymet became lost in confusion but there was one chance. If all the odds are against you, it means one must reshuffle the cards and play on new odds.
It was time to make a deal.
***
There were two ways Glymet would be able to do this but looking at the sky, the night was still young and he needed more time for a better opportunity.
Before going for the deal, he stopped by the Silverhome Inn and went ahead to meet the messenger of Uther Nere.
"Have you found the listener?" The man in a neat merchant dress asked.
"What I know is that there is a sanctuary here in Cyrodiil and people who can get in touch with the Listener. As for the real thing, I think she hides her identity very well. However, I am close."
In a way, Glymet didn't reveal Alisanne's identity just yet and went around the question of a lie that can't really be called a lie.
"Very well… just so you know, Master Uther will arrive in Bravil shortly." The messenger said before exiting the room and the inn entirely.
This was another piece of depressing news. Uther Nere is even more persistent now. This can't be good.
Glymet thought for a while as he can no longer hide it anymore.
His feelings towards Alisanne, this strange energy pulling him towards her, the feeling that he can just forget his burdens around her even though she is the villainest of villains. His nightmares even stop haunting him around her.
It is a sickness he had since the day he was trapped in that cage with Tyr 10 years ago. The fate which will be his downfall.
Alisanne once said that life is only worth living once and that death is not a problem. She said that she welcomes death every night and day. She said that not fearing death is the only way to liberate oneself from agony.
But Glymet still fears Fate… and he loves Alisanne because he sees her freedom and longs for something similar.
He had his own suffering and was time to pursue it.
Where next? Now that Glymet knew that Uther Nere shall arrive, he needed to act hastily and reach the other Skooma gang but as he walked out of the inn's room, he heard some noises coming from a nearby door with a hint of familiarity.
Just as he approached, he gazed through the keyhole and what he saw made him feel like in a crisis right away. Immediately, he kicked the door and walked in sword in hand and mask on face.
Inside the room were three individuals. The first was Uther's messenger from a while ago, the second was a mean-looking ugly guy with a bloodied knife, and the third was an Orc tied to a chair and suffering intense wounds, that Orc was Garnag, the missing Assassin.
It went without saying that Glymet beheaded the messenger with one sword strike and attacked the torturer right away in fast-paced combat which Glymet easily won, beheading the other man as well.
Once that was that, he immediately freed Garnag and escorted him outside the empty inn.
"It is nice to see you brother." Garnag said with a tired smile as he leaned against an alley wall.
"You too. You can walk?" Glymet asked.
"I can… by Sithis… this was intense."
"What happened to you?" Glymet asked.
"They kept asking about the Listener... Sithis forgive me, I told them she was here, in Bravil. They didn't tell me who they were, but I heard them mention a name... Uther." The Orc replied.
Glymet's face darkened, there will be no hiding this from the brotherhood anymore.
This was a close call, the messenger knew he was lying and thankfully he killed him before Uther could be alerted to his betrayal.
"You get back to the sanctuary, I will go on and try to get to Andronica." Glymet said but he turned to Garnag, "I know you are a strong fighter but… who could have bested you this badly?"
"I don't know…" Garnag seemed depressed about the matter, "A Nord, very large, red hair, shoots fire from his hand and wields the sword like a serpent demon."
One name had those qualities gathered, the one Glymet feared more than even Uther Nere, the other Mercenary who is also after the bounty on Alisanne and the Night Mother. It is Jonrad Firemane.
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His problems had no end and in doing so, Glymet had the weird illusion that the difficulties he is up against are all set up.
The prophecy keeps coming to his head time and time again. His fate shall be worse than death. This happened a long time ago. Maybe around that time, Jonrad got a grim prophecy about his son as well.
He was in Morrowind when it happened, he was still in his short-lived relationship with Laaneth as he accompanied her for a couple of journeys and during one of them. He was really drunk that night as if he lost his head due to some stress he was having. On his way to the residence he was staying in, he bumped into an aged woman whose back hunched and grey Dunmer skin lost its luster. He recognized the pattern of her tattoos to be Ashlandic.
Once she looked into his eyes, she said that she saw a touch of fate and laughed at the drunkard who hit her asking him not to help her up. She said something about the fate of the Forgotten Fool who saved an Empire from one fate to a worse one.
With his tendency to disbelieve, he cursed at her with an indecent word which made her grin even wider saying that if she was to live to see it, his demise is a fate worse than a thousand deaths.
The words disturbed him but when he met Laaneth once again, she spoke of that foreteller woman from the Ashland who has told many accurate prophecies and is considered some sort of a prophetess in these parts making even the great houses seek her words of wisdom.
Glymet remained dismissive of it still and never believed the words of a madwoman as he thought. But day by day, month by month, crisis by crisis, it grew on him.
Like an itch he can't scratch, he rushed back to Morrowind one day to face the prophetess one last time to drive this madness off his mind. He must make sure that the woman tells him things clearer this time around.
A Fate Worse than Death, who would want any of that?
Alas, once he arrived at Morrowind and ventured into the Ashland, he was told that she took her own life not long ago. He was told that before she died, she was muttering that she would never get in the way of Fate or help anyone in that fool's errand.
Glymet, who was once thinking of settling in somewhere quiet, got his life flipped upside down. He learned that the woman was a priestess of Boethiah, a Daedra that he offended during the Great War by killing her agent. Now he is surely cursed.
He then headed out to the nearest Shrine and asked to commune with the Daedra but he was welcomed and got chased away. He visited every shrine in the north of Tamriel going through Morrowind and Skyrim all the way to High Rock until he finally settled there after running into his old friend Jonrad.
In a way, Glymet was never free from the words that haunted him. He feared that fate and thought it would be the end with him damned somewhere far in the bowls of Oblivion but after years of searching, he gave up to exhaustion.
That was until he met Alisanne and felt what he felt back then. As a member of the Dark Brotherhood, she knew too damn well that her fate is worse than death. Those who get swallowed by the void of Sithis after their death are nothing but doomed yet even with that, she still smiled when she saw the snow in Skyrim. She appreciated the beauty around her and didn't run around like a headless bug trying to find its salvation.
Why worry about Fate? She said.
Glymet asked her if she is ever worried about what will happen. She said something very unlike her.
She said that the Future is the illusion of the weak, the shackles that are meant to make them even weaker. The past is what was once a present, and the present we live in is the most definite reality which we are in control of. As for the future, it is something we never witness because we do not live in it. It is something that shall never exist because it is always a future and thus it is never going to happen. By subtracting what is real of the past and the present, only the future remains and it is unreal.
So why the worry?
The future always holds unpredictability and those who follow the myriad ways of Sithis submit themselves to the unpredictability.
Those words would always bring Glymet peace of mind.
He took in a deep breath then walked ahead to where he was supposed to be, the Eclipse gang hideout, the rivals of the Claws who hold Andronica as captive and the other assassination targets.
Just like how he did with the Claws, he did here with the Eclipse and swarms of Dark Elves jumped at him but he overwhelmed them with his mere existence and so he drew out the leader of the gang, the one known as the Baroness.
Seeing her men lying around and cornered by one man, she faced Glymet with her bodyguards attempting to solve the problem.
"What is going on out here? Let us talk like civilized people." She spoke to Glymet.
"Your people lack civility even though I told them I want to meet you." He replied.
"Meet me? Well, we are meeting but this is not the right way or the right time to arrange a meeting, stranger. Speak your business." She said.
"A compatriot of mine was hired the other day for a hit against the Claws Kingpin. She was caught and when I negotiated her release, you can imagine what the Claws wanted in return." He said.
Saying so, the Eclipse Baroness realized that she may be in grave danger since it is her head is what the Claws obviously want but Glymet continued.
"I know my compatriot is probably dead and the Claws will turn against me once I deliver your head so… this situation calls for cooperation."
And with the way he put it, Glymet added a few things about the Claws being ready for a full-scale assault tonight.
"I see." She said with both fear and respect to Glymet's ability, "If that is really the case then we have a common enemy. I will send some of my men to help you assassinate the rogue."
"Deal."
There was no trusting the Claws, there was no trusting the Eclipse either. With this deal, Glymet can now double-cross the Claws before they double-cross him.
That night at the south bridge of Bravil, the Kingpin and some of his men waited for Glymet who was supposedly coming towards them with the head of the Eclipse Baroness. He was indeed carrying a head that belonged to a female Dark Elf but this was a traitor that the Eclipse Baroness executed the other day.
Glymet stood away from the bridge and spoke loudly.
"I don't see my compatriot." He shouted.
The Kingpin smirked and nodded.
"Bring the assassin." He said.
The Claws seemed to be upholding their word for the moment as Glymet was still out of reach but as soon as the beaten and tied up Andronica was brought up, he started approaching.
Once he saw Andronica, he nodded towards her.
"You alright?"
"I am sorry. I got sloppy, let them get the drop on me. It won't happen again." She replied.
"I know." He nodded and turned to the Kingpin throwing the head on the ground, "Your kill."
The features of the head were deformed thanks to what seemed to be an intense fight so the Kingpin could only speculate.
"At least you were useful." He said, "Still, one problem remains."
Glymet and Andronica felt the bloody intent coming from the Kingpin.
"The assassins tried to kill this one once. It does not pay to take risks, you understand?" The Kingpin smirked before giving the signal, "Kill them."
Immediately, a series of shouts and screams could be heard atop the roofs nearby as all the Claws ambushers were being ambushed. Immediately, Glymet cast a lighting spell that pushed the Khajiit who was holding Andronica back into the river and rushed to save her.
"It's the Eclipse! We have been betrayed!" The Kingpin shouted.
"You call this a betrayal?" Glymet was offended by the double standards of the Khajiit as he faced his sword in hand.
In such a close distance and with the hostage secured, the two assassins can finally run amok causing havoc and killing the Kingpin.
With one strong push, they overpowered the Kingpin and his guards pushing one of them into the river and stabbing the other before Glymet finally managed to run past the Khajiit and stab him to death while Andronica beheaded him in vengeance for her capture.
As the two assassins were finished with the Kingpin, they watched as the fight intensified even further and the Claws were hell-bent on avenging their fallen leader with the Eclipse gaining more ground. It was time to cause more chaos.
"Many thanks." Andronica said to Glymet, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go finish off the Eclipse Leader. The Night Mother commands it, after all."
"I'll cover for you."
And with that, a bloody night of screams and horror fell over Bravil as a slaughter was happening in every street. During that night, both the Eclipse Baroness and the Claws Kingpin were confirmed dead when the Count's Knights went down to clear the streets.
Still, the Gang War never calmed down and in these times, the Dark Brotherhood and Alisanne had to stay in their sanctuary and guard the Night Mother day and night.
However, the news that Garnag delivered to her about the man named Uther, who was seeking the Listener, upset her. She soon told Glymet why.
"When I was a young woman, my father was an abusive brutish man. His cruelty led to the murder of my mother. I ran for my life and he chased me to no end until I joined the brotherhood, swearing that someday, I would use the assassin's arts to end him. His name is Uther Nere, and now, I know he's in Bravil. At long last, the Night Mother has given me permission to end his life. I need you to find him. But don't kill him, just lure him to me. His life is mine."
He can do that.
This situation has turned into a matter where there is nothing but wrong. An abusive father, a killer daughter, a band of thieves, a group of assassins. Whichever side, it is damnation upon damnation but little did Glymet care.
His personal justice made him stand with Alisanne against Uther and thus he went to meet the old man.
Uther Nere was suspicious of Glymet at first calling him "wayward" but that was all put aside when Glymet revealed the location of the sanctuary to Uther Nere. The man's eyes lit with killing intent and madness as he called upon his men.
A lot of mercenaries were gathered when Uther ordered and he immediately marched towards the Brotherhood Sanctuary.
On the other hand, Alisanne was prepared but the numbers were overwhelming. The assassins were good at doing their job, killing the attackers and defending the sanctuary.
But the flood of bodies was endless. The main building was taken after a dozen Assassins died, the tunnel underground was easy to defend but a fire overwhelmed the defenders and the smoke started choking them, the sanctuary halls and rooms were raided but they were not easy to defend, and finally the inner crypt where Alisanne waited.
Many Mercenaries and Assassins stood against each other in the final stand as Alisanne was sitting on a barrel while holding two swords and waiting for a man to walk ahead.
Uther Nere stood between the mercenaries
"At last... the Night Mother's Crypt. Men, burn everything to the ground! And you, Glymet, kill the Listener!"
Alisanne, who was on the other side with what was left of the Assassins, widened her eyes in shock.
"What? But I thought…"
"You thought you had a loyal assassin, the most skilled you'd ever seen? No, my dear. Your trusted lieutenant has been my agent from the beginning! Now, my friend, fulfill your contract. Kill the Listen…"
Just as those words came, Glymet's blade was swung diagonally towards Uther's neck who was but an arm away from him yet in a second, a magic sigil stopped the blade from claiming Uther's head.
Glymet realized that Uther was taking caution against him and thus he moved as fast as he could.
*Bang*
All of a sudden, a smoke bomb exploded between the assassins and the mercenaries. No one knows who threw it but its appearance marked the beginning of a mad Battle.
Tides upon tides of Mercenaries and Assassins rushed in the room and mercilessly killed each other forcing Glymet to retreat against a wall but as soon as he saw an opening, he rushed towards Alisanne.
"You alright?" He asked while she held her injured shoulder.
"I am. Where's Garnag?" She asked.
"There!"
Garnag the Orc was wounded and probably lost his right eye but he was kneeling down trying to protect someone with his own body.
Glymet and Alisanne got to him only to find him mumbling words of insanity over the shredded corpse of Andronica.
"Snap out of it, Garnag." Glymet shouted as he dragged the Orc away.
"No! Andronica! I shall accompany her to Sithis. She won't die alone." Garnag shouted over the death of his lover.
"Garnag, listen to me. You're hurt! Get the Night Mother to the safety of Cheydinhal! We will hold these mercenaries off!" Alisanne spoke, "This is your final order, tell them to find a new Listener… then you can join Andronica… and the rest of us."
Garnag looked at Alisanne with broken spirit but in a last act of defiance, he nodded and rushed through the secret corridor.
"Alisanne. You go too." Glymet tried to push her away.
"No." Alisanne laughed and with a bloody face, she smiled at Glymet and held his face before getting a little close, "Mother told me tonight I see Sithis, tonight I am greeted in the Void by eternal silence. Tonight, I die and take him with me."
Madly, she rushed towards Uther Nere and started cutting his mercenaries left and right. Glymet couldn't let go and charged with her, not sure what he was fighting for at this moment.
He saw Light where she saw Darkness and in that Light guided him that direction thus whoever stood in his way was to be cut down. Each time he gets closer, someone tries to block the Light off him but he would just cut right through.
The two of them finally got to Uther.
"Father! For long long years, I have awaited this!" Alisanne shouted in pure madness.
"As have I. I knew while you lived, I would never be safe. Come, let us end this once and for all!" Uther took his staff and his sword and rallied his mercenaries against the last two remaining assassins.
Glymet felt the Light of Alisanne brighten even further and she was as if winged with brightness. The Wings brightened further and in a moment, the two looked at each other knowing what was happening.
Fire!
Like a wave, like a burst, like a dragon breath.
It burned everything.
It burned the Mercenaries.
It burned Uther Nere.
It burned Alisanne.
And they all answered to the flame.
Glymet stood in a daze as the fire burned brightly and without any hint of will, he dropped to his knees.
He only needed to raise his gaze to see who was there.
Jonrad.
Jonrad Firemane was standing on the opposite side of the burning corpses retreating his blade and returning it to its sheath.
Glymet was like someone who woke up from a nightmare to a worse one. He would have walked into the fire but Jonrad rushed and stopped him.
Even for those who wandered deep into the darkness, light was something they would seek all the time. But some would mistake illusions to be the light and blind themselves to deeper darkness.
"And so, the Dark Brotherhood falls." Jon said looking at his father whose face was lit by the golden dancing fires.
Jonrad nodded.
"As I said… Uther Nere wanted to kill his daughter but sure as hell they went to Sithis together."
"Still, the Brotherhood lives on." Jon added.
"It would take more than just Fate to get us rid of the Brotherhood." Jonrad replied in agreement.
"Not sure if this is a tale of victory or defeat." Wulfur added.
"As I said, boy. Some tales have no heroes. Only people in the darkness searching for a glimmer of light." Jonrad added, "By killing the Listener, I have fulfilled my Seventh Labour but it would take eight years for Glymet to forgive me."
"Eight years?" Jon asked, "Was it that year when we first met in Dawnstar?"
"Yes, that very day." Jonrad nodded.
Everyone went silent as they all understood that this story was meant for Jon.
Right now, he is the one operating against the Dark Brotherhood and he has many plans for them. What Jonrad wanted to say was that down that path, there will be no light.
It took ten minutes for those who were gathered around to start standing up and going down the tower or returning to their rooms around. Those who remained behind were only Jon and Jonrad.
"You know…" Leon spoke, "Your Labours were a piece of cake compared to what I have been through."
"Now you're complaining?" Jonrad laughed.
"I just feel it is not fair." Jon protested.
"Well… take that up with Azura." Jonrad pointed towards the large shrine overlooking the mountain range south to New Saarthal.
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Pussy."
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