"Thank you for coming, Patriarch Sigurd." Tormund Firemane spoke in an intimate tone to the man sitting next to him.
"Uncle Tormund, talking to me like that makes me embarrassed. Please, don't mind the titles, we are all one family here." The man spoke in a polite tone.
"Fufu! Sigurd, you are one of the most influential men in Skyrim now, earn your title." Jenna Firemane was also talking intimately to the man.
"Auntie Jenna, I am earning it every day, I just came here to spend time like the old days." He spoke to her with a smile.
The man who was setting with Tormund and Jenna Firemane was a tall man with a jet black long hair and light grey eyes wearing a white robe and carrying two swords on one side. Those who look at him would see a calm man of culture and someone that would give a strong aura that makes the others respect him despite how young he looked like.
"Old Sigurd, you haven't grown white hair yet?" A hand was put on his shoulder and the man looked behind him with a smile.
"Old Jonrad, I would never grow white hair before you do."
"You two won't stop arguing about that." Another person joined the conversation.
"Hilda, tell him to give up on it already, the title of the 'Most Handsome Man' in the clans already belongs to me." Sigurd said while laughing quietly.
"That's only because half of them wants me dead and the other half thinks I am dead. If it was the old days you wouldn't have ran your mouth like that." Jonrad found a seat beside Sigurd.
"I say there is a new rising star that will take the light from you two old geezers." Hilda said as she joined in. Her eyes were looking at a young man on the other end of the hall.
"Oh! Now, I am excited." Sigurd said with a smile.
"Tch! The kid is just talking big." Jonrad was looking in the same direction as Hilda. Sigurd's light grey eyes also followed.
"So that's Jonhild." He said.
While observing Jon who was eating in the hall with the other boys, Sigurd's light grey eye pupils started to change from normal round pupils to vertical slit pupils.
"Hmmm! I see." Sigurd muttered to himself silently and changed the topic.
"I received a report about the current situation of the Bloodsails, should I order the men to secure the coastline between Dawnstar and Winterhold?" Sigurd spoke to Tormund.
"Let's leave that to the Dare Dragon Company, you can help with the areas near Dawnstar as the coastline will be too large for their small fleet." Tormund replied.
"Speaking of their fleet, I heard that my cute daughter was on that rumored fire-breathing ship." Sigurd spoke with interest.
"Yes... to tell the truth, I still can't believe the stories. Even after some snooping around to not upset the kid, we heard that this 'Roaring Flame' is something akin to the god of the sea by now. Even the Imperial Fleet is sending spies to investigate it." Tormund said.
"... Will it be alright? The kid may cause himself to be investigated thoroughly."
"I am sure he is under the eyes of many forces for a long time now. A new player like him that no one knows how what cards he can play will cause the scene to change. But it seemed he is prepared for that too."
"Interesting! I was getting bored with all that fake peace anyway."
"Peace, huh? Speaking of that, did you receive a message?"
"A message? Aye, I got one. Will the Dare Dragon Company receive one too?"
"I am sure they will. Ulfric Stormcloak is not going to give up easily after all what he has done, even the Empire is not pleased with him anymore. This fight will start one way or the other."
"Let's just hope it ends well."
"Yeah! Let's hope that. But I guess we have kept the kids waiting long enough. Let's go!"
The Elders of the Firemanes and Sigurd Moonblade stood up on Tormund's words. Today's matter was about to begin.
On the other side of the hall, Jon was sitting with the Firemanes younger generation listening to Zend and Gunmar sons of Njord who were in their twenties, these two kept explaining to the young ones how they gained the recognition of the Hawk and the Bear each.
"We are about to begin." Hafthor pointed at the Elders who stood up.
Jon who was in deep thoughts about the report he received this morning from Winterhold was a bit not focusing. He stood with a sigh and joined the others.
"Listen up, kids! You eight will be treated as adults from now so better do it with bravery. Whatever stories you heard about the challenge just forget them. The test is easy, the boys could finish it with ease in my days. So man up and don't worry. Which one of you will go first?" Tormund made a spicy speech to encourage the participating eight.
These eight were Jonhild, Frejya, Vladimir, Hafthor, Veka, Vilkar, Bjorna, Ragnar. There was also Alina but her challenge will be different than that of the Firemanes.
"I'll go first!" Surprisingly, it was her who wanted to go first.
The elders looked at each other and nodded.
Jenna stepped forward and Sigurd followed her. Alina walked to them and handed her flask of 'Ice Wraith Essence' to Jenna who took it and walked to the side. There was a table and some tools were on it. Jenna started to mix a potion with the essence and another flask of blue liquid.
Jon focused on that blue liquid be he couldn't identify it.
"What is that?" He asked the ones around him.
"Bitter Frost." Frejya replied.
"Poison?" Jon has heard of Bitter Frost, one of the few things that can make a Nord suffer a frozen death.
"Yes, mother told me that they drink the poison and the antidote together. Once they poison start showing its effect, they will start seeing visions of frost and snakes then they will have to duel someone to get pressured and forcibly activate their bloodline ability."
Frejya's explanation made Jon raise his brows. Looks like it is as extreme as Alina said it would be.
Alina who stood in the middle of the hall was facing Sigurd.
"Ready, girl?"
"Yes, father." She spoke with respect.
Jon had his suspicions about the man who looked like the Moonblades and thought he is someone important, and that was the Patriarch himself and Alina's father, Sigurd Moonblade.
Legends were said about that man that stopped Hilda who went on a blood rage for five years, and he battled and slew three patriarchs of the hidden clans alone sixteen years ago during the unification of the clans against the Firemanes. He is also a known friend to the King of Ash Jonrad Firemane and together, they fended against a Thalmor execution team and put it down during a daring move the Thalmor attempted to take in Eastern Skyrim.
It seems this gathering will be fun from Jon's point of view.
"Can we have some able young ones to help us, please." Sigurd Moonblade asked for some assistance.
It seemed that the young men around were well aware of what kind of help he asked for. Hafthor told Jon to follow and handed him a shield. The shield has one and a half meter tall with two snake eyes printed on it.
The shields seemed to be a lot, most of the boys and girls were carrying one and made a large circle around Alina and Sigurd. they then put the shields forward and made a fighting ring with them.
Sigurd walked around to check the shields and hit on every shield with his bare hand. Most of the shield bearers would retreat back a step from the hit. Once he hit the shield held by Wulfur, Wulfur didn't budge one bit.
"Oh! Good shield." Sigurd commented and continued checking. The same happened with Vilkar and Hafthor. He then arrived at Jon's.
Sigurd smiled widely and all of a sudden, his Aura surged up. One could see a silver hue covering the man. Instead of hitting Jon's shield nonchalantly, he punched with some strength.
Jon noticed what was about to hit his shield and activated 'Energize' with his Aura that gave a green hue. He wasn't late when the punch arrived.
*boom*
A booming sound came out when the fist smashed into the shield. Jon felt the heaviness of the punch and clenched on his teeth.
'This old man!'
He tried to inner-cast a force controlling spell and he didn't fail completely. He then channeled all the force he couldn't handle through his arm and moved it to the other arm then released it with a palm attack to the back of the shield.
All this happened in an instant.
"Fufu! This kid doesn't show the elders any face at all." Sigurd was taken aback from the attack that got reflected at him and blocked it with ease.
"... Ouch!" Jon said after a short pause as if he gave Sigurd some face.
Sigurd sighed and shook his head, he knew this meant that another troublemaker is entering the scene with an attitude on top of that.
From Alina's point of view, this clash was a disaster that Jon avoided with a style. She smiled outwardly but was crying in her heart.
Her father kept going around to check the safety of the ring until he got handed a flask by Jenna.
He took it and went to Alina.
"Here you go, kid. Cheers!"
'For a father to say that to his daughter while giving her a flask of poison to drink! It seems my attitude is not that uncommon.' Jon was snorting.
Alina took the flask under her veil and closed her eye for a second and took all that's in the flask on one go.
Sigurd nodded in approval and unsheathed his twin moon sabers. Alina retreated back a few steps and threw the flask out of the ring and took her twin moon sabers too. This will be a duel between father and daughter that they had many times before.
Sigurd eyes changed from the natural shape to the vertical slit shape once again, it was the first time for Jon to see this change.
He heard about the changes in the eyes of the adult Moonblade clan members when it changes into this serpent-like eyes. The clan had an Akaviri origin that goes back to the First Akaviri Invasion. Some of the powers that the Moonblade Clan members have are normally associated with a strong poison immunity and strange eyesight.
Alina whose eyes were a unique case among her clan as those eyes only appeared in the history of the clan a few times and each time it was a sign of a great change. It was also said that the power of the red eyes are unique to themselves and it was proven that Alina's eyes were the source of her Mysticism talent.
The reason why Alina's challenge was being held her and not in her clan was a mystery but the elders kept it a secret.
The challenge was about to start Sigurd was just standing there and observing, Alina was standing but the effect of the poison was starting to appear on her. She staggered a bit but she kept her eyes open and swords up. It was the moment to start!
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The challenge was about to start, Sigurd was just standing there and observing, Alina was standing opposite to him and the effect of the poison was starting to appear on her. She staggered a bit but she kept her eyes open and swords up. It was the moment to start...
*clink* *clink* *clink*
Three slashes in a lightning speed exchange between father and daughter made those who were not paying attention to pay it with benefit. Sigurd was exerting a lot of pressure on Alina. Alina was glaring quite bold. It was not a match of wits and magic anymore, this was strength and agility, who can add pressure has the upper hand.
Alina was having a trouble focusing, the poison was taking its toll. Sigurd saw through an opening and a slight stab pushed Alina back into a staggering manner. She didn't stagger much thought and returned with three sixty whirlwind slash. Despite the poison, she was dancing.
Sigurd wasn't showing mercy either, he made a double slash with his two Moon Sabers. The slash carried a lot of weight that forced Alina back again. The Moon Saber is indeed one of a kind, one minute they are swords, the other they are axes.
Alina's technique was having a bit of a trouble showing itself. The poison was the enemy from inside and the enemy from outside was putting a lot of pressure.
The clash returned to its heat once again and again. Each time Alina was pushed and was forced to the ring's side.
Her mentality is impressive even under the effect of poison, she wasn't looking away from her target.
*clink* *clink* *clink*
A strong clash of swords that resulted in some sparks that looked rather impressive. Sigurd pushed her to the corner saying "Got you!", Alina rolled over saying "Really?", Sigurd snorted and unleashed a big move, Alina retreated nimbly but almost tripped, she fell to her back but used the power of her hips to bounce back up. It looked like a mistake but it wasn't.
On the terms of skill, Alina shocked a lot of people.
The point of her challenge was to be pressured but she had the time to show off her cool moves. This mentality is not normally her but she made every open their eyes in admiration and give her a round of clapping.
Sigurd, the handsome man with cool features, smiled from his daughter. It seemed he needs to put feelings aside and push her more.
Alina, on the other hand, was starting to have a problem with vision. It was turning blurry as her heart started to accelerate due to the pressure from the fight. Around her, the shields with eyes started to look like they really have eyes, at this stage of the poison effect. It was making hallucination in Alina's mind about how they snake eyes on the shields were moving and glaring at her.
She steadied herself even though her body started shaking. Bitter Frost was taking its toll on her as her body started to become colder.
Sigurd attacked more violent than before, Alina wasn't keeping up well. Her footwork crumbled yet she was impressively fending back. Her breathing started to become a mess too as it felt that her lungs were heavy. Alina was like a fighter who spent a lot of time in battle and can barely stand.
She was about to lean on one of the shields but Sigurd gave a said "Bash her!". The shield indeed bashed Alina after a second of hesitation.
"Sorry, sister!" The voice was Bjorna's.
Alina was pushed back to the middle Bjorna's bash, one must know that a bash from Bjorna, who started to look like Skadi, is not something to make light of.
Alina's condition was worsening. Every clash with Sigurd now would send her to the shields to get bashed at.
"Sorry, Alina!" Frejya said as she bashed at Alina.
"Sorry, will give you some mead for that." Hafthor.
"You can return the bash if you want later." Wulfur was bashing while timidly looking at Jon.
"Go, girl!" Jon bash sent her flying which she used to her advantage and slashed back at Sigurd.
Alina's got some momentum for a second but she suppressed again. All the eyes on the shields around her started to affect her mentally. Alina was now attacking both Sigurd and the shields in panic.
Sigurd moved his hands flash speed to Alina's face and lightly attack. This attack was like a finger flick but it made Alina guard her face with both arms.
Nurina, who was watching from the outside, clicked her tongue and stood up to get a clear look of the situation. She started to feel that something was off.
Her hunch was right on the mark as Alina started to stagger and fell on her knees throwing her swords away and covering her face with her palms.
Her eyes were shut and it seemed that she was in pain.
She then started to move and opened her eyes.
"..." Sigurd was awfully silent.
Sigurd was standing and not moving while keeping his eyes on his daughter's eyes. Alina stood up with her glaring red eyes that their pupils transformed into a vertical slit shape.
Her hands were still on her face.
All of that was not the problem... the problem appeared when Alina looked around with those eyes.
Every person around backed away. Every one of the shield bearers backed away with fearful expressions. The appearance on their faces showed true fear. Even Jullanar who was no stranger to Jon's Aura of Madness was holding her breath.
Alina put her hands away from her face and it seemed that there was no veil on her face.
Her beautiful face was shown to everyone but none could overcome the fear.
'None' is not exactly true. The strong masters were all quite composed.
There was a third party to the terrified party and the composed party, that was the unaffected party which its only member was Jon.
Jon opened his eyes wide and an idiotic smile appeared on his face.
"Boy! Oh boy!"
Jon wasn't sure what in Oblivion is going around but he realized a few things immediately.
First, Alina from his pink imagination is that Alina, his junior apprentice that doesn't show her face around.
'Come to think of it... she too calls me 'Senior'. What a coincidence!'
A series of realization came to Jon one by one like flashes of memories that almost made him want to slap himself a few thousand times.
Second, Alina's veil was removed by Sigurd. He took her veil away to put a mental burden on her and cause her eye to transform. The veil was on his hand.
Third, Alina's eyes are unusual, they caused some sort of mystical effect that can't be sensed by normal mages. This was something more different than both Aura or Magicka. It was like 'War Cry', a manifestation of dormant force in the soul.
Forth, Alina's mentality is deteriorating, her breathing looks like something he knew from experience. She is about to have a panic attack due to losing her veil and the reaction to her eyes.
Lastly, the mystical eye power that gushed from Alina's eyes were affecting everyone around even the strong masters were on guard but he himself felt nothing but a wave of energy.
'Hmm! This will be bad.'
Jon threw away the shield and walked to Alina.
Alina saw him coming and fear conquered her to the core, she turned around and ran.
Jon knew this won't end well if she couldn't stand her ground, he used his magic in teleported right in front of her. Alina, who was running, bumped into Jon.
She was scared and tried to move away but Jon embraced her in a hurry, he knew he had some sort of advantage over her eye power and it was the best chance to fix her mentality before she breaks down and also a good chance for some other things in mind.
Alina who tried to resist got no chance against Jon's strength. He didn't let go of her and lowered his head to whisper some words into her ears.
"S, Senior... you, noticed?"
"Fufufu! Don't worry, Senior will always notice."
Due to some words said by Jon, Alina's was able to control her thoughts and calmed down at a rapid pace. It was also due to the 'Calm' spell that he was secretly casting on her. Jon used the 'Grab' spell and snatched Alina's face veil from Sigurd's hand and put it back on Alina's face with his hands.
Alina was blushing as she was still being held by one of Jon's arms. Due to that, her eyes returned to normal right away.
The people around seemed to have recovered from the terrifying sensation that attacked them after making an eye contact with Alina. They were all in the state of recovering when another weird sensation attacked them.
In the middle of the hall, a strong Pink Atmosphere was forming quickly, no one even had the time to take a breath before they started to have a strong urge to puke. This Pink Atmosphere was akin to having a very strong sugar rush that made everyone just want to look away.
In the center of the Pink Atmosphere, Jon has finished putting the veil back on Alina.
"Here you go." Jon said with a bright smile.
"Thank you, Senior." Alina said in a soft voice.
"Alina..."
"Yes, Senior..."
The Pink Atmosphere was reaching a very strong level that it started to have a force on its own.
As the Pink Atmosphere affected everyone, the strong masters were not truly affected. Jonrad was whistling, Tormund was frowning, Jenna was sighing, Hilda was holding her stomach and laughing hard with Nurina, but most importantly Sigurd was making cringing of the year.
He walked in a fast pace towards Jon and Alina.
"Alina, let's get goi..." Sigurd said as he was about to grab Alina's hand but...
She was taken away to the side.
Sigurd looked and saw Jon who still had the blushing Alina in his arm moving Along away from Sigurd while clicking his tongue.
Veins popped up on Sigurd's forehead, he was smiling and shooting beams from his eyes at the same time.
"Alina, why don't you come to fath..."
He wanted to grab Alina's hand and pull her away but Jon took Alina a step away.
"Old man, go away!" Jon was annoyed to the max.
Sigurd was calling it right here, he was shooting more beams from his eyes and exhaling smoke from his mouth.
"Boy, you are a thousand years too early to be a suitable fit for my Alina. Come here and don't make me angry."
"Old man, you are four years away from having a Dragonborn shouting you around the place. Go away and don't trigger me."
"Hehehe! Jonrad's kid is even noisier than Jonrad himself..."
"And a hundred times more handsome than both of you combined."
Jon and Sigurd released their Auras at the same time. Sparks was forming in the air just from the clash of Auras.
Alina who was in the middle was looking left and right not knowing what to do in this situation.
A new battle was about to begin.......
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