Mhysa,
I'm sorry that it's been so long since I've written or visited Dragonstone. I haven't been able to return since the Hunt began again, which is why I am writing this letter to you, unfortunately.
The Hunt is on me again. They barely cease when I strike them with Swallow or Sparrow, relentless and depleting my reserves. I need your help, please Mhysa. You know I wouldn't ask for help if I wasn't so desperate.
I'm preparing to make the jump back to my world, to bring them to equal ground with the Witcher's help-with Geralt's help. I'm sorry, Mhysa, but I've been away too long and that's where this curse of mine shall end.
I'll meet you at High Hrothgar. Please hurry.
Your daughter,
Ciri
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To my dearest daughter,
I cannot burden you with the knowledge of where I roam, to be fair I shall not know either until it will be far too late. Serve Skyrim well and she shall do the same, Dovahkiir, yet do not bow down to the threats along our borders. They know you are the dragon's daughter, my heir, and will attempt to strike when it becomes evident I am no longer on my throne. Remember your training and to call upon Odahviing or Durnehviir should you find yourself with no other choice. Your Thu'um is strong, my Dovahkiir, and they will know to where your power is inherited. They will call you as I have and will burn whoever threatens their lord's progeny. Show respect and it shall be given. I love you and always will.
Su'um ahrk morah, Dovahkiir, ahrk nust fent qiilaan wah hin Thu'um.
Always, your mother,
Calida
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Sot yolos,
Zu'u fen kos til ahrk fin nir fent ag.
Dovahkiin.
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From the Diary of High Queen Calida,
I'm afraid that I cannot resist the call of adventure and combat no matter how I try. My dragon blood sings for violence. My dragon souls grumble and purr at the mere thought of bloodshed.
I will hopefully return one day to reclaim my throne and leadership, until then however, the regency (and Nines-forbid) the title of High Queen shall go to my daughter. If my Dovahkiir can forgive me, I will die a proud and happy mother. She shall be a great ruler.
I must leave to find her sister, the missing part of my heart, the other Dovahkiir, the Sot Yolos.
Calida
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Dovah's Mate
Fanfiction"Don't piss off a dragon, wolf. Between the two of us, you're more flammable." Calida, the Last Dragonborn and High Queen of Skyrim, has lived an unnaturally long time due to the amount of dragon souls she devoured trying to fulfil the prophecy. Jo...
