Bab 25: Frozencaller Tournament ( 3 )
Miraak, Asa, and Iphislia continued their 'Conquest' until the end of the day.
When they finished, almost half of Rifton was on their hands.
Entering their inn's room, Asa and Iphislia sat on the table, chatting about something.
Miraak just shook his head as he laid down on his bed.
There were things that he couldn't do alone.
And there were things that he couldn't speed up.
As he was thinking about his plans, Asa suddenly turned to him and said smiling, "Hey Miraak, you know... We, me and Iphislia... We kinda want new clothes..."
"... Fine..." Miraak responded tiredly.
After all, he not only fought in his Tournament round, but he fought nearly 10 criminals cells in a single day.
He was beyond exhausted.
Closing his eyes, he went to the dream world.
...
As sunlight shone on his face, he slowly woke up.
But, he felt something pressing on him.
Turning his head around to the left, he saw Asa's bed empty.
Lowering his head, he saw Asa tightly hugging him.
She was hugging him as if he would disappear if she stopped it.
Sighing, Miraak started to caress Asa's beautiful blonde hair.
Since they were only 10 years old, Miraak didn't feel anything strange.
Since he was over thousands of years old, mentally speaking, he started to see Asa and Iphislia as his granddaughters as time passed.
Along with his father, they started to become his 'family'.
Not wanting to wake her up, he slowly slipped off her arms and stood up.
Feeling the sun shining and the morning wind blowing on his skin, Miraak smiled.
He was alive, after all.
Life was strange sometimes.
It was not even one year that he reversed Time and came back.
Sometimes he would feel that, maybe, it was all just a dream.
A wishful dream.
But, every morning, feeling the warmth of the sun and the cold wind of Skyrim, it reminded him that it was real.
It was his second chance in life.
Would he waste it foolishly? Of course not.
Smiling at his new reality, Miraak clothed himself as he glanced at his comrades, his 'family'.
Asa, who was snoring like a pig, and Iphislia, who was silently sleeping in her bed.
Shooking his head, Miraak fully woke up.
He still had to win the Tournament.
Gently shooking the duo, Miraak woke them up for a new day.
...
As Kieran sat on a random chair to watch the Tournament, he started to think to himself.
'... With the relationship of the Dwemer and the Chimer on Morrowind worsening... I need him...' He thought pondering about his future.
Morrowind was amid a dispute between the Dwemer and the Chimer.
Sometimes it was something small such as a small fight and others were full-blown wars on the city-states.
With a child with limitless potential such as Miraak, Kiera could not only secure himself, but he could even start again on traveling to other regions.
Not only Morrowing or Skyrim.
Cyrodill, High Rock... Even Elsweyr!
With an Expert-class and soon-to-be Master-class, He could travel around safely again!!
Holding his pouch which was full of gold coins, he stared at the platform.
...
As the Tournament was starting, every rich people sat on their chair, waiting for the start.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!! Welcome to the Second Day of the Frozencaller Tournament!!!" The commentator shouted smiling to the public.
Not waiting for a reaction, he continued shouting, "Yesterday, we had various surprises!! Various surprises indeed!!"
"For our first match!! We have the famous, Ilyana Lorathyra!!" The commentator shouted in awe.
After all, it was Ilyana!
Every Snow Elven knew who Ilyana was.
"... Ilyana?... You have to be kidding me..." A rich man said sighing and shooting his head.
She, who used Ice Magic and Blood Magic as one.
She, who came from the infamous Lorathyra Family, the Royal Family of Orfarion, the family who would sacrifice the Elder to empower the Young ones every generation.
Having killed her parents with her own hands, Ilyana became 'famous' on the Snow Elven Empire.
Ilyana Lorathyra, the Butcher.
As the wind blew on her pure reddish dress, she appeared.
With soft steps, her ice-cold cyan eyes never waved on the public's criticism.
Her beautiful long white hair danced in the air as she walked forward to the platform.
But the public only shivered at her sight.
They wondered.
How many people died seeing her beautiful hair.
Red on white.
Blood on ice.
Blood Magic on Ice Magic.
The signature of the Lorathyra Royal Family.
As she walked on the platform, everyone shut their mouth.
As the public wondered who would fight such a monster, the commentator was staring yet again weirdly at the name of the opponent.
'... Such Irony...' The commentator thought shooking his head.
"... And for her opponent... We will have no one other than Darfin Calver!!" He shouted in 'ecstasy' with a tiny amount of irony on his voice.
"... Calver's, huh... Such a strange fate..." The same earlier rich man said tilting his head.
After all, the Calver Royal Family's, who was from the city Calventus, a city near Unsthalas, their believes were contrary to Lorathyra's Royal Family.
Strength on Union.
Don't leave anyone behind.
Using pure tranquil Ice Magic, they specialized in Defense and Counterattacks.
Like an iceberg drifting on the ocean, only those who impact on them will have dire consequences.
As the wind blew on his pure cyanish robes, he appeared.
Like a tall mountain, firm and strong.
Like a shield, ready to block anything.
With firm steps, his determined eyes never left Ilyana's figure.
His beautiful short white hair danced on the wind as he slowly walked to the platform.
...
Outside the platform, Miraak could be seen staring at the soon-to-start match.
For he knew.
The winner will fight against him on the finals.
...
Even though the Mer Races thought they were the 'Educated' race, there were exceptions for everything.
Rifton.
A Snow Elven city built on the shores of the lake, southeast of Skyrim.
The most violent city in the empire.
From prostitution to assassinations.
There was no such thing as 'Illegal' in the city.
As long you pay the right people, you could do everything you wanted.
Inside a huge building in the city's slum, there was a room.
In the room, an office could be seen.
With elven runes glowing, the blackish desk was beautiful.
Sitting behind the desk a Snow Elven could be found.
With his black thief clothes and old white hair, everyone could guess that he was a veteran.
He was Rifton's uncrowned King, the leader of every single illegal cell of the city.
Elmar Qinyra, that was his name.
"... What did you just say?" Elmar said glaring furiously at the man in front of him.
The man was kneeling, trembling like leaf in the wind.
"... S-Someone is... Killing our guys..." The man said timidly as he trembled in fear.
For he knew who Elmar was.
A person who took the leader's role by, not only killing the last leader but also slaughtering the leader's family
A person who butchered his own family so he can keep all the profit when he became the leader of the city.
He had done so many wrongs on his life that, if compared, the other criminals would be considered angels.
As he glared at the unlucky man, Elmar smirked and said, "... So... Someone is attacking us?... Attacking me?"
Not daring to say another word, the trembling man waited.
"... Ha... HaHa... HAHAHAHA!!" Elmar started laughing uncontrollably.
Someone attacking him? Such a funny joke.
No one dared to attack him in ages.
"... HaHa... You can go now." Finally finishing laughing, he ordered the man.
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