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Capítulo 494: Homecoming Sword-Queen

Saeko pulls her furred hood tighter around her as she and Raiden wade through the thick snow of Skyrim. It'd been a while since she'd come here, and she was excited to see her old friends again, both in the Companions and those that'd originally brought her to this amazing world.

She'd learned so much in such a relatively short amount of time... She and Raiden had slaughtered Thalmor to their heart's content in Hammerfell, continually growing their skills in combat, mastery of forms and techniques that previously evaded them due to their inexperience in true battle, or for never having encountered an opportunity which would force the needed line of thinking to attempt them.

The Moon Sickness had made way for the duo and the other Redguards to counterattack the invading Aldmeri Dominion, allowing Saeko and Raiden to lead the charge and run the elves out of the Province.

She'd killed hundreds, if not thousands of enemies in the pursuit of mastering swordsmanship, and the Way of the Sword. The last remnants of Thalmor in the whole of Hammerfell were those clinging onto their positions at the sea, barely holding on by endlessly reinforcing their defences and receiving supplies from the Summerset Isles. In the end, they'd be routed as well, as their position simply was not stable enough...

Saeko and Raiden's exploits had earned them both the title of Sword-Singer, though, whether they truly counted among those Sword-Singers of myth was another matter entirely.

There wasn't much else to train, the only thing that'd improve her skills now was simple experience. She'd mastered everything contained within the lake-side tomb, and everything else she found suggested that true mastery would come with personal growth... Whatever that meant.

With her goal in Hammerfell finished, she turned her attention back to her origin, her 'home land' in this realm. Skyrim. Why? Well, for two reasons.

The first was to challenge Tiffania for Michael, she was sure she wouldn't be beaten so easily again.

The second? Obviously, because of the Dragon Crises.

She was tempted to go to the land of the Khajiit to see if there was anything to fight, she was sure the cause of the Moon Sickness wouldn't like to be stabbed...

Still, comparing her blade to the might of a dragon was a literal dream come true for her. It might have seemed childish back in her original world, but fighting a dragon was, in her view, the very peak of swordsmanship... At least, if legends were to be observed.

"How any could live here comfortably I have not the faintest clue." Raiden mutters while shivering despite wearing three or four layers of thick clothing.

"At least there's water here, frozen or not, unlike Hammerfell's unbearable deserts... I'd rather freeze than die of dehydration while my body roasts under the sun." Saeko retorts.

Raiden shakes his head, "Blame the skin you were born with, even after so long in the deserts it looks like milk-tea..."

Saeko shakes her head, "Better milk-tea than shit." she huffs, people back in her world would have gasped at that, but here in Tamriel, skin colour mattered less when there were literal cat people walking about and demons walking about.

Raiden shrugs, "I personally prefer chocolate, but if you wish to be insulting about it." he chuckles before turning his gaze to the burnt village they were walking by. "I wonder if the Nords burnt their homes to rid themselves of the cold? I might have considered such a thing if I had to live here."

"No, these were burned by the Imperial Legion while trying to capture Ulfric... Did you not listen to a single thing on our way here?"

Raiden picks his ear, "These Nord and Empire things matter not to me. This is one of the reasons Hammerfell left the Empire, honourless lot."

"Whatever, we're coming up to Falkreath, behave and let me talk, I'd rather not sit in a cell while there's dragons to hunt."

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The duo continued through Skyrim before eventually reaching Whiterun. Saeko was sure the Companions would have information both on the dragons and Michael. Though, from what she'd learned in Falkreath, there was a very high possibility of him still being in Winterhold... In some Spire he'd built that was the talk of almost everyone who knew about it.

"Hm... Is the town usually this... Loud?" Raiden asks as they approach the gate, hearing what sounded like a riot occurring behind the large wooden doors.

Saeko shakes her head, "No... Hello? Guard? What's happening?" she asks the nearest man guarding the gate.

"You didn't hear? There's a god's damned dragon flying around! It's already attacked the Western Watchtower! Who knows if or when it'll come for the city!"

Raiden shakes his head in mild disbelief, "Then why are you here and not manning the walls with a bow in hand!?"

"Were you dropped on the head as a child!? What arrow could possibly pierce a dragon's scales!? Iron and steel are completely useless against them! The Jarl's already sent his strongest men to fight it at the tower, but the rest of us are doomed if they fail! I hold no hope in the new defences and siege weapons doing anything to such a beast... Even from here its roar shakes the city!"

Saeko strips the thick fur jacket she was wearing until she's dressed in her usual light Sword-Singer attire, leather armour with Arabic robe-like additions that wouldn't inhibit her movement. Lastly, she made sure her purple hair was securely tied up in a bun to prevent it from getting in the way... She should've probably gotten it cut a while ago, but, she was sure Michael liked long hair... Probably...? "Come, Raiden. Let's face this dragon!"

Raiden nods, quickly following her but not removing his clothing...

"Fools, the both of you!" the guard exclaims as they run West, quickly spotting the utterly decimated tower, half-melted and still covered in flames. The scorched remnants of three ballistae were scattered around, making it obvious that such defences had failed.

They did spot the Jarl's forces walking amongst the ruins however, along with some familiar faces.


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Capítulo 495: True Dread

"Now, all of you have been equipped with enchanted bows and ebony arrows, it was neither easy nor inexpensive, so make every shot count. Do you understand me?" Irileth states as she looks over the men and women under her command.

Among them were the best people Whiterun's guard could give, along with the Companions who'd all dropped what they were doing as soon as word of the dragon made its rounds.

"We understand Irileth! We should get over there and save whoever survived!" a female guard exclaims, gesturing somewhat wildly towards the ruined structure.

"Consider them already dead. The dragon will be back, if not for the survivors, then for the city. We must do what's best for as many as possible." the Dunmer growls, ignoring the guard's pleas.

"Y-you want to use them as bait!?" the guard almost shrieks in response.

"If we must."

Skjor smacks the guard on the shoulder, "Worry less about others and more about yourself. The chances of any of us living through today are slim to none."

Aela nods, "If you truly wish to help, kill the beast faster so we can rescue the survivors."

"You good, Surtr?" Jackle asks the Nord who was nervously gripping the bow.

He wets his lips. "Considering that a mudcrab could shoot better than me, no..." he admits.

"Let's move! Keep your eyes to the sky, and stay near cover! Work together but look out for yourselves! We don't need heroes! We need soldiers!" Irileth commands as she begins advancing towards the tower at maximum alert in case the dragon decided to emerge from the clouds.

*ROOooooooooaaaarr*

...

"The wind's howli-" a guard with a scar across one of his eyes remarks.

*Smack!*

"Be quiet you fool! The only thing howling is the damned dragon above our heads!"

"No! GET BACK AND RUN! IT'S GOING TO COME BACK!" a heavily burned guard screams as he runs down the tower steps.

"CALM YOURSELF!" Irileth exclaims as she grabs his arm, stopping him from fleeing completely. "Did you see where it went!?"

The man shudders, "I-it..."

*ROOOOoooooaaaaaarrr!*

"Let me go! I'm going to run for it! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" he shouts as he extracts his arm and starts running.

*ROOOOAAAAARRRR!*

"ABOVE US!" Aela shouts, pointing at the massive shadow that'd appeared from above the clouds.

"GET READY TO FIRE!"

The guard who was fleeing turns his head just as the dragon glides towards him, as if it had a vendetta against him and him alone. "NO PLEASE!"

*CHOMP!*

It snaps its mouth closed around the man, crushing him while spraying blood across the ground.

Everyone else fires their bows at it, some hitting while some don't. The arrows stick into its scales, some actually managing to draw blood, though, this only angers the beast who flies up and glowers down at them. "Hi fen teel daar, sivaas." it says before flying back above the clouds, leaving everyone's sight.

"DID THAT THING JUST SPEAK!?"

"FORGET THAT, IT JUST ATE REMAUR!"

"DID OUR ARROWS EVEN DO ANYTHING!?"

Shakeesh was looking at the situation with a dour expression, he was pretty sure they'd lost this already. Even with the bows and arrows they'd been given, the dragon had taken little to no damage...

He lets out a sigh and turns, spotting two figures quickly approaching them, "Stay back! You need to-... Saeko!?" he unintentionally exclaims, momentarily forgetting the shit situation they were all in.

"Shakeesh. I see you're doing well..." she greets, hand resting on the katana she'd had made for her. "Is the hunt over already?" she glances at the panicking members of the group, "Hm, seems not..."

"You've only come back to die, Saeko. That beast is unkillable!" Shakeesh regretfully informs her.

Saeko shakes her head, "Then I will kill the unkillable!" she grins, "I can feel my blood pumping already!"

"The same as always, Saeko..." he turns towards he companion, "And who are you?"

"Raiden Shinji, Sword-Singer-" he starts but is interrupted by a shout from nearby.

"INCOMING!"

*CRAASH!*

Everyone turns to look at what'd just happened, spotting a boulder half-buried in the floor with two men or maybe more under it.

"AHHH MY LEGS!"

"MY KNEE!..." the man looks to his side at the untouched quiver, "At least the arrows were saved!"

"YOU'RE DELIRIOUS MAN! THAT FUCKING THING JUST DROPPED A BOULDER ON US!"

"IT CAN DO THAT!?"

*CRAAAAAAASH!*

"APPARENTLY!"

Shakeesh ducks next to the ruined tower for cover, followed by Saeko and Raiden, "This is not fair... What can we do if the thing'll keep dropping stones on us from above the clouds!"

"Obviously, we need to bring it to our level... If we cannot harm its hide, then we must harm it's pride." Raiden hums as he stands, only to be beaten to the punch by someone else.

"COME OUT AND FIGHT YOU GIANT SCALED WORM! I DIDN'T REALISE YOU AND YOUR KIN WERE SO GUTLESS TO BE UNWILLING TO FIGHT MERE MORTALS!" Surtr roars from atop a boulder the dragon had dropped, his voice far louder than it usually should have been... His legs were trembling slightly, but he forced himself to stand upright and proudly, unwilling to give a single inch to the beast.

"HI DRUN HIN DAAN!"(You bring your doom!) the dragon furiously roars as it reveals itself, descending from the clouds with a shout on its tongue.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

*THUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!*

Fire sprays out like a napalm flamethrower, bathing a massive swathe of land in it as the beast glides past.

Surtr was barely able to duck into cover in time, but that wasn't the case for many others, who began screaming in agony as the flames stuck to their skin and flesh, melting and or scorching them crispy black.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" Irileth screams as she herself shoots her bow, ignoring the cries of her soldiers to bring down the beast that'd hurt them in the first place.


REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES
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