The Language Of Dragons-A Skyrim Story

28. The Brawl

The way he said 'Never' sent shivers down my spine. Some how a small part of me thought that it might mean we wouldn't part ways but of course it wouldn't.

Miraak punched Brynjolf in the face, and with the full force of the blow, Brynjolf staggered backwards into a table and fell to the floor. Within a few seconds Brynjolf was back on his feet a smile on his face. "Finally I have an excuse to beat you up." He charged towards Miraak, fists raised and aimed straight towards his face.

Before his hand could meet Miraak's nose, Miraak blocked his fist with the side of his arm and with his other hand punched Brynjolf in the stomach. "Brynjolf, I don't want to fight you."

"You clearly wanted to fight me when you told me to let her go."

"I didn't tell you to let her go, I told you to talk to her."

I decided enough was enough, "Brynjolf you need to stop. Please."

Brynjolf raised his fists again and replied, "Alye he is just using you."

"No he is not."

Brynjolf leaped towards Miraak and aimed once again for his face.

"Just stop it." I shouted. Brynjolf punched Miraak in the face, and blood started to come from his nose, so he punched him back. Now there was repeated punches on each side, anger shining in both their eyes.

I knew I had to stop it some how before they killed each other. The only thing I could think of was telling the truth, "Brynjolf, nothing can happen between us again, so you need to stop before one of you gets seriously hurt."

They both instantly stopped and to my surprise there was no smirk on Miraak's face, just all seriousness. Brynjolf turned to me, a look in his eye of regret and sorrow. "What?"

"I know you are hanging on to the fact that there could still be something between us but it just can't, the day I left I knew I couldn't come back to what we had." He looked down at his feet as if he were completely and utterly lost. "I know you are just trying to protect me but that's not what I need in a relationship."

For the first time ever Brynjolf walked away from a fight and walked out the door. "Miraak are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"No you are not, you have literal blood coming from your face."

"You should go after him."

I looked towards the door that he left through, the door leading to the cistern and then towards the surface. "Okay fine but when I come back you are going to let me help clean your face up."

"Fine."

I walked as fast as I could without seeming weird through the door and to the outside. I knew exactly where he went. He was sat in his favourite place in Riften. Although it wasn't a very pretty town sometimes there were little places where the beauty was unimaginable and that was where Brynjolf was. He was sat on the roof of the fishery watching the sun rise in the reflection of the lake.

I sat down next to him and he knew that it was me without even looking. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I thought that things could have gone back to the way it was."

"You were just being hopeful."

I put his head in his hands, "I know now that need to be free."

"Even though we are not where we were a few years ago you will always be special to me."

He pulled his head from his hands and looked across at me, a sad sort of smile on his lips. "You will always be special to me as well Alye."

I smiled back. And Brynjolf said, "I guess we should get going now if we want to go and break into the palace of kings."

"By the nine, I almost forgot."

"So are we allowed to rob the place as well."

"Of course, what would be the point in going if we couldn't steal anything." I smiled.

We both stood up from the roof and headed back to the thieves guild. I immediately searched for Miraak as soon as I got in and found him once again speaking to Delvin, blood still in his face.

"Wow, you didn't even bother to clean yourself up." He got up and silently walked behind me to on of the small storage rooms where I looked for a cloth and a small bucked of water. With our saying anything we both sat down and I started by wiping the blood from his bottom lip.

"Miraak I don't even think you had this much blood on you when you fell of the cliff."

He still didn't say anything and I new that he was thinking about something important. He also had a cut on his cheek and I had to pull my seat closer to clean the blood off properly.

I then held my hands out in front of me and I called for the heal others spell. Within seconds my hands were glowing gold and I watched in fascination as the cut on his cheek stitched its self back together.

"I had no idea you had so much history." Miraak finally said.

"Yeah well, everybody has history."

"I actually find it kind of flattering that you decided to hunt me down and kill me rather than settling down and getting married."

"I just wasn't ready."

"Are you ready now?"

"I...I don't know."

"Would you go back to Brynjolf if you were."

"I...No there is...someone else."

"Oh."

I rinsed out the bloody cloth in a bowl as I thought desperately to find some reason to change the conversation. "We should get going now, really we should have left earlier." I stated as I left the room only looking back over my shoulder once to catch a glimpse of the candle light reflected in his raven hair.

Within about twenty minutes we were stood outside the stables, Brynjolf with us, sneaking still under the cover of darkness that is still about early in the morning. We had planned to steal two horses and ride to Windhelm but just as Vex crept forward to unlock the gate an almighty screech stretched across the valley and I didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed when a dragon landed by the Riften gate.

As Vexand Brynjolf ran forward to attack the dragon I noticed some familiar markings on it and I realised that it was the same dragon that took us here. "Hello dovakiin, by the request of Paarthurnax I will fly you to Windhelm."

Vex and Brynjolf immediately sheathed there daggers and bow as soon as the dragon spoke.
We all got on to the dragon, this time I let Miraak help me up but I soon regretted it because of the smirk that appeared on Miraak's lips as he looked at Brynjolf. I whispered to him, "You are going to have a pice of my mind if you carry on."

"Sorry." He responded, the sarcasm poisoning the apology. Before long we were in the air and on our way to rob the palace of the kings.