Author's Note:
We're almost there. I hope you are all curious to see how this mess turns out ;)
In the first book, we had the penultimate chapter serve as the actual plot ending with the last chapter as an epilogue. This time it's kind of similar in some ways. But with a twist :D I do hope you'll enjoy the almost finale of this plotline and that you're excited to see how the second book ends. I can't wait to share it all with you.
And I know I'm updating way too fast for this last plotline, but I just can't help it :D
Thank you so much for still reading :) Enjoy <3
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"A human!"
A shocked gasp echoed through the chamber when she entered.
"N-not... I meant 'elf', sorry, please, help me, please, oh Divines, please tell me you're not one of them."
Aeyrin's eyes went to the man calling out to her – a middle-aged Imperial, locked in a very similar cell that she had been in – all ice and snow and bars. He looked a little blue. A little frozen. And completely naked with magic-suppressing cuffs on his hands.
It was the first person or a creature she had encountered here. She was still making her way through the fort as fast as she could, but it was a large place. Although she was already back in her sturdy equipment, she was glad that there were no more of those monsters to encounter. It was a little disturbing that they had likely all came to watch her 'spectacle', but it was only for the best. She was trying hard not to think about how they all ended up. Any horrible fate served those monsters right she just... she had a hard time seeing what that monster inside her was capable of. She was kind of glad that she didn't remember any of it actually happening – the aftermath was bad enough.
But now, at least, there was one silver lining. A human. Alive.
Aeyrin rushed towards the cell and pulled the chain on the side of it, lowering the bars. The man almost fell over from the shock and relief, but he quickly steadied himself on a nearby icy wall.
"Did you come from Falkreath? How long were you in here?" She couldn't help but ask. She needed to know. The uncertainty was killing her. Was Bishop still alive?
"I don't know... I'm sorry... time is... I can't tell. They kept drinking and... and... then I came to and then they drank again. I don't know how long it has been," the man shivered as he spoke. He needed clothes and shoes.
"I... alright," Aeyrin had a hard time hiding her disappointment, but it wasn't the man's fault. "I saw your things. I think. Everyone's things. I'll... I guess I'll take you there." It was a detour that she didn't want, but this man needed it.
"Wait. The others, I think they're in the next chamber. There... there were seven of us," he pointed towards the hallway leading further.
"Was there an Altmer man too?" she scowled? She remembered that vampire insinuating that he was one of the people from Falkreath.
"Y-yes. Areldur. I haven't seen many of them again, but there were seven. I... I don't know how many..." he stammered. This must have been so traumatizing. She needed to get everyone out of here. Those that she could, at least.
"Can you walk?" she asked and the man nodded, albeit a little uncertainly. She didn't waste any more time then.
She rushed into the next chamber. There were many more cells in there, again in the same manner. She didn't even look inside, she didn't even pay attention to the shocked gasps echoing from some of them. She quickly rushed through the room and pulled all the chains that she spotted.
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Northbound Pilgrimage II
FanfictionAeyrin and Bishop continue their journeys through Skyrim, trying to deal with the looming threats in their path. The Province is still ravaged by the dragons, as well as the war, and both new and old enemies still hound their steps. Their adventures...
