Skyrim: Forging of Two Blades (COMPLETE)

A Fragment of the Future Retrieved

"Ah, good," said Kodlak. He went to retrieve the fragment from Strofdir. It's appearance was a spear blade, it was the tip of the battle axe Wuuthrad. It was a dark purplish piece of the axe. And I think it is time I told you something. I, the narrator of my life in Skyrim, am Strofdir. From now on I shall tell you my story in first person.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without Aela here," I said. She turned and blushed. Once she turned around, she punched me in the arm. "We killed all the Silverhand there, I don't believe we left any survivors."

Kodlak looked at me, kind of disappointed. "That certainly is a good thing, though it was not necessary."

"Well what was I supposed to do? Let them kill me?"

"How did you approach them? Did you use your sneaking skill, the ones you learned with the Thieves Guild?"

"Yes, I killed them sneakily, how did you know?" Kodlak did not reply. He just took his fragment and walked into his room. I looked at Aela, she shrugged and she went to her room. I was left alone in the middle of a lightly lit room. I sat down on one of the chairs surrounding the table. I grabbed a boiled crème treat and snacked on it.

Later on Vilkas came out. He sat next to me. "I heard you disappointed the old man."

"I seriously do not what I did. Do you know?"  He looked at me as if I were stupid.

"The man doesn't care too much for violence, he thinks that you should only fight or kill if it is to protect yourself or someone else," he answered, "do you understand?" I nodded. We stood up a while, him telling me about some of the other Companions. In the middle of the night we got up and went to our beds.

The next day I went to Kodlak's room and apologized, he did not accept, instead he had apologized to me, saying that he shouldn't have sent me in to that camp. I was confused but I ignored it. For two more years I trained with the Companions. I mastered sword techniques, I mastered how to use a shield and my armor efficiently. And in my last few months I had Eurland Gray-Mane, the blacksmith, train me how to be as good as him at being a blacksmith.

The last week I was there I had told Kodlak that I'd be gone awhile. As a present before I left, they held a small ceremony for me, in a hidden room under the Skyforge. There was a bowl in the middle, and a werewolf was standing next to it. Skjor, Kodlak, and one of the elder Companions were there. The werewolf turned out to be Vilkas. They cut his wrist and let it bleed in the bowl. I was told to drink the blood. I was a little unsure, but I did. And within the next minute I felt extremely strong. My arms were getting hairy, as well as my legs and face.

"Quick, take off your clothes!" Skjor said. I don't know why, but I did. The hair was finally fully grown, my skin was dark, my hands had grown claws. My face grew a snout, and that's when I found out...I became a werewolf.

Before I left, I asked a few question of my transformation from last night. Eventually I was no longer freaked out and knew what had happen. I packed up my backpack and grabbed my essential necessities, and walked up to Kodlak. He had ask me the same question the Thieves Guild had asked me. "I don't know," I said, "I've done everything I can, I've become both a thief and a warrior. Perhaps I'll help in any way I can."

Aela, Vilkas, Farkas, and Skjor came down the steps and said their farewells to me. Farkas gave me a playful punch on the shoulder, Vilkas had given me a few books about the Companions, Skjor patted me on the back, he told me in a whisper about how to control my ''inner beast'' and Aela did the most surprising thing of all. Aela gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I left Jorrvaskr, I left the Wind district, I left the Plains district, I exited the doors and left Whiterun.