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'Azura, Queen of Dawn and Dusk, Mother of the Rose, Queen of the Night Sky, Magic Between the Realms, Lady of Vanity and Egotism… To what do we owe the pleasure?'
Jon spoke his mind to Azura knowing that she reads his heart.
The glimmering light around Priestess Aranea shone brighter as Azura's Divine Possession, she smiled or rather it was Azura. The smile carried a destructive force of nature that made Jon almost want to back away and talk to her from the other end of the cave.
"A pleasure I may not offer if my words you cannot understand. I hinder you not, Young Jonhild, but your fate and many are entwined." Azura said in an Ethereal voice.
Jon's face carried a hint of a frown.
'Tell me something I don't know.'
He was still in a fit of anger for cutting his own foot and fingers. He also had many questions to ask but he had to be patient in front of Azura.
"Once you tainted the brightest star, you sat a series of actions on the motion of the great wheel of Fate. Things are not the same, Fates changed and my divinity in the land is not as bright as it once was. My divinity can be dealt with but the motions of change are eminent and around the land, it will show effects. My Labours to you is to alter the Fate that will be."
'You mean I changed the Future?'
"Greatly."
'I don't understand…' Jon was confused. 'How can turning the Star into a Black one can alter fate that much? In game… I mean in the future, if the star got altered into black, nothing that serious will happen.'
Azura looked at Jon with interest.
"Speaking of future as you already know."
Jon looked at Azura with displeasure and nodded.
'I performed divination of the future.'
"Then you should know that your current Fate is not as strong as it is in the Future. Your Fate now is chaotic but tomorrow it will be sat in stone. Harder to carve."
'I don't understand… wait! Are you saying that if I tainted the star in the future rather than now, my actions would have no backlash like this one?'
"It is as you said. Your Fate hasn't started to take action, your Fate protects others once it takes action. Now that it hasn't taken action, it can barely shield you and some around you."
Jon was stunned for a second.
He understood what Azura was saying. In other words, when the Game Events start, his actions will be protected by his Fate but because his Fate is currently this strong, it can change many around it. Taking a lot of actions before the start of the Game Events is changing the future on a massive scale.
'This is bad… what exactly have I changed?'
"My Divinity is weakened, who do you think will suffer?"
'... Your Followers.'
"And when the star was tainted Black, who do you think gained power?"
Jon pondered for a bit. The Black Star is a Black Soul Gem which is a basic tool in Necromancy.
'Necromancers?'
"Be specific."
Jon thought fast and managed to put all the clues together. A name came to his mind and his mouth opened wide.
'You've got to be kidding me!'
"I am pleased that you are knowledgeable. Among other things, your Labours shall come Seven. The First was to aid a Laborer in the realm of Madness, the Second was to save the brother whom you need more than you know. You have done both well."
'So Wulfur is safe… I knew it. Thank goodness.' Jon sighed, 'But I don't understand, what does Isha and Wulfur has to do with any of that?'
"Brothers are bonded strong, you shall know and see. The Laborer carries a secret you need for your last Labour."
Jon scratched his head.
'I am completely lost here. So that thing about tainting the star will make 'that guy' my last Labour and Isha is necessary for it?'
Azura nodded.
'Okay, at least I knew my what last Labour will be.' Jon held his head that was started to be painful.
"Worry not, young Jonhild. Your Fate will guide others to triumph, my only purpose is to mend what was torn. You shall receive your Third Labour now." Azura said.
'Wait! I still have questions. Nefertiti, my cat. These vines are blocking us from each other. Where can I find her?' Jon asked in worry.
"Over the Fey worry not, for by you she is bound and in a warm place, she is loved and protected. You need to worry about another."
'Who?'
"The girl with eyes of colors."
'Alina?' Jon asked.
"The other girl."
'Jull? What's wrong with Jull?' Jon's expression's paled. He almost jumped at Azura but Shadow was there to stop him by pinning [Greed] to the ground.
Jon barely behaved but he kept glaring at Azura who only smiled in return.
"A child of Dunmer gave birth to that girl, a girl with mixed race. Do you know why people with mixed race are not a lot seen?" Azura asked.
Jon's brows furrowed. He was aware of the rarity of half race people. In this world, if a man and woman mated and a child was born, in most cases that child will be born in the mother's race with some hints from the father. Still, Jullanar was a Half-Human Half-Elf, a very unusual breed.
Most of those who born with half races die young. This was common knowledge but it is not rare for those children to survive.
'I know why.'
"Then do you understand the reason?"
'I don't.'
"By the Higher Beings, Mortal Races are patronized. From them, they have protection and draw Fate. On birth when given a name, Children gain Fate that if missed will bring demise to their lives and no Higher Being patronize a child of another. That's why mixed-blood children are ignored by Fate. Also, If a Higher Being falls or changes, Fates of those who are patronized follow."
Jon stopped Azura with his hand.
'Hold up a minute. You are saying that Mortals need Higher Beings to patronize them to get Fate and Blessing which is like those Racial Powers, this happens when the child is given a name, right?'
Azura nodded.
'So if anything thing happened to the God that patronize a race, the race will face changes. Like how Trinimac was eaten by Boethiah and then got defecated as a pile of dung, Trinimac changed into Malacath and his followers changed from High Elves into Orcs?'
Azura nodded again with a smile as if she remembered something pleasant.
'Then Jull is like a child who was born with no Fate?'
"A weak Fate, but you already gave her Fate. Not strong but enough for her survival as long as you survive."
'Me?'
"Yes. You gave her a name only you understand, you gave her hope and home. The girl worships you and your Fate qualifies you as a Higher Being. You are patronizing the girl as her God."
'... What?!' Jon was not accepting this anymore.
"With you understanding that, you should know that getting weakened like that has weakened your influence on the girl and she has fallen sick!"
Jon's body shuddered.
The complicated problems in his head are now very simple compared to the matters of divinity. This was way too messed up for his head to handle.
He held his head as a sharp headache assaulted him again. He didn't care and looked at Azura.
'Please…'
Without him saying, Azura nodded.
"Your feelings are sincere. I already protected the girl's life as much as I could so she will survive another half a year but you are her patron is to do the rest. And here comes your Third Labour." Azura said.
Jon's face was grim black but he nodded waiting for hope.
"You are weakened. Heal as soon as you can, the secret lies in the Reach no place else. By Blood, by Curse and by Sacrifice; you shall recover." Azura said so and the Ethereal feeling started to fade.
Before her Divine Possession ends, she left some last words for Jon.
"Help I offer you not but sincerity you may get. Happy Birthday, Young Jonhild."
***
His mind turned blank for a few minutes.
Too much needed to be done and he still didn't escape. In a few minutes, someone will come to check but he was not even caring about that anymore.
When Azura disappeared, she took Aranea with her and left Jon to think.
Hell, he can't think anymore.
His Last Labour was revealed to him and he discovered how it was all his fault. Not only that, he discovered the strange state of Jullanar. Not only that, he must not leave the Reach because the cure to his case is in this place.
"FUCK!"
Jon punched the ground with all his might and the ground shock. Level 1, Ebon Blood stage's punch started to shake the cave.
His frustration and hate rose up. Self loath and many negative feelings conflicted with each other. He needed to get this thing over within half a year. Lucky for him, it was plenty of time.
Jon looked around him and so no other thing other than [Greed] with him. It was satisfyingly more than enough.
[Greed] was no ordinary being. It was a part of Jon with abilities that transcend sense. Just like any inhabitant of the Shadow World, it can hide from even the eyes of the Daedric Princes. [Greed] has the ability that Jon calls 'Release' which allows it to possess dead objects and show its true nature or empower it all based on the power of Jon. Rather than that, [Greed] is a formless black matter that can harden in any shape Jon needs; swords, bows, spears, armor… etc. That was enough for Jon who can't use magic and his only power is his ridiculous physical strength.
Keeping some parts of [Greed] as the body parts he cut, Jon walked straight to the entrance of the cave.
Just as he was about to walk out, someone came in.
"G-Grosh!"
The gigantic freak saw Jon walking free and almost fell on his butt.
Jon seemed like his norm but was carrying a strange smile on his face. It was not a determined heroic smile.
It was cold!
It was cruel!
It was sadistic!
Jon may not be able to unleash his Tyrant Aura but sure as hell the Tyrant was released.
He was not just the Tyrant from before. He was a wounded beast who is not burdened by anyone to save at the moment. A lone wounded beast! His mind was overwhelmed with all the things he just heard from the Goddess so he was in a maddened state. To sum it up, the beast was wounded, maddened and lone.
"So… it… is… Grosh!"
Jon couldn't help but feel his heart dance.
"Grosh! Grosh!"
"Yeah… what… ever."
Jon reshaped [Greed] into a long sickle sword and rotated it as he jumped towards Grosh in a blink of an eye and attacked.
Before he would know it, Grosh's head was on the ground.
Jon kicked the head away like a ball and walked to Grosh's body taking Wulfur's hammer from it. The [Champion's Cudgel] was finally in the hands of Jon.
This was a good weapon, now [Greed] can focus on defense.
With that with him, Jon turned around to face the entrance and go out but there seemed to be those ones who usually follow Grosh, the Forsworn kids.
They were standing at their place silently looking at the headless Grosh with shock. The kids seemed to have lost someone they love.
"Tsk!" Jon clicked his tongue.
He was still in a mad state.
"Forsworn always… had… a grudge on… Nords. You hate… me now. Fine! Can't… leave you… to grow up… and get… revenge… one day… can I?"
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Alaric was awakened from his hut and was dragged by his men out. A crisis happened.
"Prince, you need to come."
"What is that noise?"
"The Nord, 'God Blood', he broke free."
"Impossible!"
It was completely not possible. The Nord was finally dying after two months of anticipation. They almost gave up and now what? He broke free.
"Did you capture him?"
"... No… Prince, something terrible happened."
The man led Alaric to the place where Forsworn warriors were gathered. It was a hole opened in the mountain leading to a cave, that cave was leading to one of the Briarheart Groves.
As soon as Alaric reached the inner cave, more people gathered and a lot of cries were heard. What Alaric saw made him almost go insane with anger.
How in the world… why?
Children, they were lying on the ground in puddles of their own blood. They were his part of his tribe and he knew some of them by name. They were all the children that Grosh plays with.
Just as his brother crossed his mind, Alaric started looking around for Grosh.
"Hey, has anyone seen Grosh? Where is my brother?"
Alaric looked and looked and entered the Briarheart Grove.
"Gods!"
He saw every single tree in the Grove charred black like what happened with the Saplings some time ago. Still, the real shock was still to come.
On the largest Briarheart Tree where the Nord was trapped, there was a large thing waiting for him resting on the tree.
Alaric's being froze in its place. He didn't want to take a look or look away, he didn't want to go closer or go further. He was just frozen.
He saw something his head couldn't accept at all. He didn't understand it even though it was clear to him as the light of day.
Shock!
Disbelief!
Denial!
"No."
He shook his head.
That is not how it was supposed to happen. That is not it at all.
"Grosh! Please no!"
His brother that protected him for years and they stood together in many battles against both Nords and Reachmen was just lying there head and body separated. Jon meant it that the body would be visible and the head stuck on the tree.
Alaric kept looking at the scene with anger swelling inside him, he was about to shout and rage but someone came running.
"We found him! We found the Nord!" A Forsworn boy came running.
"Go down there and capture him!" Alaric shouted with eyes bloodshot.
"He… He didn't go down, Prince. He went up the mountain!"
Alaric and the Forsworn were taken aback for a second. Everyone knew what is up the mountain.
Alaric pushed it all to the back of his head and shouted.
"GO AFTER HIM! Break his limbs and don't let him die yet! GO!"
Alaric shouted at the men behind him and walked to Grosh's body lying it down and putting the head where it should be. He stained his hand with his brother's blood and marked on his face.
"Whoever kills him will be killed. That Nord is mine!"
***
Since the moment he stepped out of the cave, Jon smelled the fresh air he was deprived from for two months. Being forced to live in the hell hole of the Briarheart Grove for that time made him forget how the world smelled so nice. The Briarheart Grove was filled with corpses after all.
Jon knew where he was, according to Shadow, he was southeast of the Reach not far off Old Hroldan. The place he was in was known as 'Lost Valley Redoubt', an old ruin filled with Forsworn savages.
The place was one of the Game's best locations too.
Jon looked around and made sure that he wasn't spotted. Lucky for him, he found a sleeping Forsworn stationed on the cave with a few arrows with him. Jon finished the guy by cutting his head in one slash with [Greed].
He threw the corpse back in the cave and exchanged the rags on him with some of the Forsworn's iconic gear of hide and bone.
There was no way he can go down there mountain as he will be found out right away just by his side. At least the disguise he has can support him for a bit if he went up and from there, he knew the way out.
The road up the hill was not hard, it was still early in the morning and Jon was in a mood that is hard to describe. It was his birthday and he was breaking free after two months of humiliation and imprisonment. He was happy that he was finally free and he was in a grim mood to as he was barely resisting the urge to kill every Forsworn he saw.
Until the way up the mountain, Jon knew he would find a large waterfall with a large portion of the ruins. Up there, there was a Nordic Word wall that he already knew what it was all about as Shadow has memorized its content for Jon.
Still, there was some sort of party going around the Word Wall on the summit. Jon knew what to expect once he reached up there.
'Hagravens!'
He sneaked quietly until he saw the three hags that survived the fight with him were busy creating a Briarheart Warrior in a hurry. It seems they are working on a complicated ritual.
"Heart of thorn... bones of the wild... in life, Forsworn… rise from death, Blood of our Blood!" The hags kept chanting.
Jon has seen that ritual a few times in the Grove so he was familiar with all that Dark Magic. Because of that, he kept waiting until the crucial moment came. Once the Hags were about to place the Briarheart Seed in the dead warrior, Jon transformed [Greed] into a bow and used and Arrow to shoot the hand holding the Briarheart Seed.
"GAAAA!" The hag screamed but Jon didn't give her any chance to cause a scene. In the next second, he shot three arrows all to her head.
The other two hags were busy trying to cover their sister and Jon used that to sneak in as fast as possible and assassinate one of the hags.
The second was about to lash at Jon but he took the third Hag as a hostage right away!
"Stay!" He said.
"Curses! Curses on you…"
The free hag seemed to be retreating so Jon kicked her sister towards her and the thrust with [Greed] in the form of a spear.
The two hags struggled for a bit but Jon transformed [Greed] that was stabbing them and obliterated them from inside.
A smirk showed on Jon's face as he interrupted the ritual successfully. He finally killed those three annoying hags that tortured him a lot the past month.
He looked around and destroyed some evil totems then gathered some alchemical ingredients that are easy to preserve and fetch money in a bag he found. As he finished, started to make a big fire at the end of the way to the summit.
***
Alaric finally caught up to Jon only to find Jon waiting for him near the waterfall on the summit. This summit was known as 'Bard's Leap Summit', a place only the bravest of souls would step in.
Jon stood alone on the end of the way up with a fire in front of him facing Alaric and his horde, he seemed to be preparing for something big.
Alaric looked at him with rage.
"Nord, I'll kill you for what you have done." Alaric stepped forward aiming [Bloodskal] at its owner.
Jon smirked disdainfully and picked up something from the ground. It was the three severed heads of the Hagravens.
"No!"
"It can't be… he killed the rest of the Matrons!"
The Forsworn were infuriated at Jon and all aimed their weapons at him. Sadly, none can hurt him now as his plan was already complete. He just threw the heads of the Raven in the Fire along with some other prepared ingredients. The Fire in front of him turned green and some strange noises came out as if the hags were still screaming. This was one kind of the Hedge Magic that Jon picked up from observing the Hags the last couple of months. Something that didn't need Magicka but rather a sacrifice.
As the screaming sounds started to settle, three points in the ground formed up and expanded like portals. From them, three foul creatures walked out.
The creatures were large humanoids with crow heads and legs with large black wings on their backs and sickles in their hands. They looked like a very advanced form of the Hagravens but only Jon knew what these are. They are called 'Wraiths of Crows' and they come from the daedric realm of Evergloam, Nocturnal's realm in Oblivion.
Once those creatures appeared, the Reachmen froze at their places. Something so unfamiliar can bring confusion regardless of the situation.
Jon, on the other hand, walked away with light steps. He may have summoned the 'Wraiths of Crows' but he has no power over them. These creatures were unbound which means he will get attacked if he gets noticed.
*SCREEEECH*
Sure enough, the creatures he summoned we're powerful and didn't disappoint him. They viciously screeched and rushed at the first target they saw, the Forsworn.
"Get rid of those. I want to rip him apart." Alaric was still enraged and rallied his men at the Daedric creatures.
A fight started at the narrow path up and the 'Wraiths of Crows' proved to be too tough to. The Briarheart Warriors were all stationed away from here and there was no time. No one knew what Jon was planning next.
Alaric was desperately fighting the creatures Jon summoned and seemed desperate.
"Prince, there is no way down from up there. The Nord won't go anywhere." A man said.
"No! There is a way down. The Leap."
"That's… impossible… Damn it! We will buy you time, Prince."
The man understood what leap Alaric was talking about. Bard's Leap Summit is high place on the Jerral Mountains and a place where a river flows down into a waterfall. On the edge of the waterfall, there was a walkway overlooking the whole reach. One can say it is a very high and steep place that walkway was on.
Right now, Jon was standing on the Edge of the walkway and someone arrived behind him. Jon barely looked with half an eye before looking forward again.
"You… You murderous son of a bitch. I won't let you die if not by my hands." Alaric spoke to Jon with hate.
"So… far… you are… not doing a… very good… job." Jon mocked.
"Even if you survive the leap, you won't go too far. We will drag you back and I will torture you to death. I swear on the name of my grandfather, King Madanach, that you won't get away from me." Alaric held [Bloodskal] and pointed it at Jon.
"Madanach?! Right… they call… you 'Prince'."
Jon smiled vividly. He knew the King in Rags, Madanach. He put many dots together now.
"I will… come for... you, Blood Eagle." Jon left Alaric with those words.
"DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE JUMP DOWN!" Alaric was desperately trying to get his hands on Jon.
Jon looked at Alaric disdainfully.
"Bitch… Dare is… my surname. And, I fly."
Jon reached the end of the walkway and let himself fall.
"NO!"
Alaric ran towards Jon only to see him falling but not for long. Suddenly, [Greed] expanded on Jon's body and made a wingsuit. Jon glided outside of the Forsworn camp to the Karth River.
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