Ignem Tristitia (An Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Prequel) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Sixteen - Confessions in Tension

"Back up," Star commanded Kharjo and I.

We stepped back from the gaping hole in the wall, raising our swords. Star raised her hands, one mistily glowing in a faint bluish-white light, the other brightly aflame. She pointed her palms at the wall below the hole, and released the magic. She casted a stream of fire at the stone, the wall noticeably heating up. She pulled the flaming hand away, stopping the flames. Then she stretched out her other arm, a gust of ice blowing from her fingertips and freezing the wall.

It cracked. Not much, but it cracked. Star continued to burn and refreeze the stone until there were so many cracks I couldn't tell the difference between the cracks and the rock. Kharjo, Veezare, and I raised our swords; Star stepped away from the wall.

Veezare raised his sword first, striking angrily at the wall. I followed, rapidly stabbing it, then Kharjo joined in.

We had dislodged half of the wall in less than five minutes.

I stopped to catch my breath, but Veezare was still as efficient as he started. He wasn't stopping; he was hacking and hacking at the wall, occasionally yelling profanities, both religious and regular. Kharjo was still chopping, but not as fast or hard as earlier.

I stood there, regaining my strength. The wall was nearly gone. What used to be a hole was now a crater.

I picked my sword back up, it was heavy at first, then it felt like it was barely there, just like it did on the ship. Why does it do that? Do all daedric weapons do that?

I looked at the rock, then swung my sword deep into it, shards of stone flew from the rock, jutting into the walls.

Everyone stopped hitting it.

"S'Drassa!" Star yelled in amazed, yet frightened tone.

"What?" I said, realizing all three of them were staring at me.

"How did you do that?" Veezare asked.

"I don't know," I muttered.

"It was amazing, but those shards could've killed someone," Star said.

I looked back at the walls. The rock shards were pierced into the walls.

"Sorry," I said, looking down at the cracked remains of the wall.

My sword was buried several feet deep into the stone, large cracks erupted from around it.

"Let's pry the rest of it apart," I suggested.

"Good idea," said Kharjo.

"All right," Veezare said, sliding his sword into the gaping crack, Kharjo doing the same.

The three of us pushed our swords back and forth, shaking the rock. I heard a crack from Veezare's side, and half the rock fell backwards as he stepped beside Star.

"There goes half the wall," Star said happily. "We're halfway outta this room."

I kept wiggling my sword, as did Kharjo beside me. My side cracked down the outermost level; Kharjo's almost instantly after that.

"Yes!" Star yelled excitedly, rushing up to the rubble.

"Here, let's get this out of the way," said Veezare.

As the three men picked up the rocks, Star casted an orange glow onto a larger rock. Faint orange light encased the rock as it lifted from the ground. The three of us stopped in awe.

"You know Telekinesis?" Veezare asked.

"Sure do," Star said, setting the rock on the ground behind her.