Heartless

Chapter 28 - Part 40

Shadow

Oh of course it was raining. It always rains when I'm trying to get back to Riften, except this time I was being chased by two dragons, three ghosts and a troll. Not my finest moment. Now, I'm not one to accept help, not even when I'm about to die, but I admit that I was getting hopelessly desperate. Let me give you a rundown of my week:

Morndas: I found out I was Dragonborn
Tirdas: The Thalmor AND some crazy cultists attacked me, and I was abducted twice.
Middas: Scaled two mountains and fought dumb dragons.
Turdas: Honoured my sister at her burial site.
Fridas: Chased by bears, trolls and dragons.

Today was Fridas.

I ran into a complete dead end between two narrow rocks, a dead end that would most likely become my gravesite as a Sabre cat awoke from the shadows behind me. I was so screwed. Growling from in front and behind me, roaring from above me, flames lighting up the night sky... this was not how I imagined dying. I expected a lot more honour, maybe even a few of my most loved ones there by my side. I could see them now even, but as the growling grew louder, my family left me until there were two people left. One was dressed in a long black and silver robe, with her hood over her head, while the other was dressed in worn black armour. Both of them looked down at me, and I met the eyes of the figure in black armour, those sparkling green eyes... even in my head I could hear both of their voices.

Come mortal, this is no place to die. I wish for you to rule by my side in the Evergloam for all eternity.

Come on, Shadow. I need you. WE need you. We all need you to pull through. Help is on it's way, hang tight.

Hang tight, the voice had said, so hang tight I would do....

A hand grabbed the back of my armour, and pulled me backwards.

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2 Hours Later, No POV

'You're sure this is the Dovahkiin?'

'Clearly, otherwise we wouldn't have saved her.' Pointed out a wood elf.

'Imagine how powerful a Werewolf Dragonborn would be. I mean, I'd love to Blood her, but it's not my place...'

'Diana Indoril, since when did you ever care about who you blooded?'

'Since now, Ulylle Gildergreen.' Shot back a tall and gaunt Dark Elf.

'Alright, break it up there, ladies. We've got more important thing to worry about.' Called a Breton from the corner, his stalhrim armour glinting as he sifted through potions.

'Pfft. Leave us to our business, Spellslinger.' Muttered a High Elf, flicking his long black hair over his shoulder.

'Whatever, Reyes.'

The group was unaware of the proud and amused gazes of five spirits as they watched from their respective afterlives, longing for what time they spent with each other. Gabriel wiped a tear from her eye, and Orjas Indoril smiled. Umbra Septim III's tail flicked with emotion and Rey Gildergreen's eyes sparkled with longing as they all watched their descendants work together like they once had.

All was well in the household of the five.