Heartless

Chapter 31 - Part 44

Shadow

For some reason, Frea, my new buddy, thought we should trek through the snow and ash to get to her village to see her father, Storn Crag-Strider. In my opinion, getting Sweetrolls and Sujamma down at the Retching Netch sounded way better, but I reluctantly agreed, since the safety of Solstheim was apparently important or something. Whatever.

So here I was, standing in a weird Nord village.

'Father! I have returned! There is yet hope!'

'Frea! What news to you bring? Is there a way to free our people?' Asked the elderly man, not looking up at his daughter.

'No, but I have brought someone who has seen things...' At this she sounded like a total disappointment to her father. 'She has confirmed Miraak is behind the suffering of our people.'

'I feared it would be so.' Whispered the old man, his features softening.

'But how is that possible? After all this time...'

'I fear there is too much we do not yet know.'

'Yeah well now's the time to start knowing, because I really don't give a damn what happens to the wimps on this island. The guards back on Skyrim can take down a dragon, no problem, but a whole island of people can't take down one guy? Pathetic. All of you.' I butted in.

Frea sighed. 'Please, Shadow. Tell Storn what happened.'

'Well... I got sucked into a book and met Miraak and his creepy friends, sassed him a bit and left.'

'You sassed Miraak, The first mighty Dragonborn.'

'Yup.'

'Fine. Go to saering's watch, murder the dragon there and learn a shout.' Ordered the man in a dismissive tone.

And with that, I set off.

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Never have I hated a shout more. After nearly being bitten in half by a dragon, I managed to learn the shout and then get Fus Ro Dah'd off a cliff by a damnnable dragur. Lucky for me, I landed in a pile of ash right in front of Raven Rock, because Dragur shouts that haven't been used in centuries are really really powerful.

Of course, I wasn't awake for all of this, I was told that I fell into Raven Rock by Teldryn Sero, who was sent to investigate a glowing crater just outside the city. The crater was made by my impact, and the glow was made by the pretty afterglow I get when I learn a shout and kill a dragon. The mysterious mercenary nursed me back to health, and I left. End of story.

So here I am at the Wind Stone, and I was in deep trouble.

'Gol!'

The ground shook, and the workers scattered as the shrine fell to rubble, a hideous... thing burst forward and spewed... were those tentacles? At some of the Skaal, who raised their pathetic weapons. I myself took a swig of water to ease the burning in my throat before pulling out my daggers, leaping gracefully off my high ledge and landing in front of the beast, which took a step backwards in confusion.

I hacked, slashed, dodged and flipped, narrowly escaping certain death every time the beast moved (it was huge, okay?). My plan seemed to be working as I sheathed my daggers, drew my bow and backflipped, nailing the creature with three arrows to the chest, causing it to stumble backwards. One more step back would have been ideal, but this would have to do. I took a deep breath.

'FUS RO DAH!'

There went the gross beast, and there went another thing I could care less about, because all the people on Solstheim are wet blankets.