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You stared down at the encampment from the mountains. You had decided to make an encampment over a ledge to get a better viewpoint, Odahviing after a short amount of time enjoying the new landscape decided to sleep on the ledge you were now sitting on, when he arrived he sprayed the ground with fire making it a nice heated area for him to rest on. You smiled at him.

He was a dragon that was fun to hang around, both in battle and in company. Since you and him both had the soul of a dragon you were matched in terms of morals and personality in many ways, both of you wanted to follow the way of the voice but it was difficult at many times. It was absolutely joyful, you were like a giddy child now that the Varden knew what they were dealing with, Nasuada would have a problem with this whole situation but you really didn't care what she had to say, on the contrary you enjoyed make authority figures stay up late at night because of you.

Arya would probably want to kill you, if the dragons had sided with the elves then having a career killing dragons was like killing allies or something deeper than that. So you would have to work on that, an elven war would not be desired, one thing at a time. It would be fun to duel her although that would probably escalating things.

You felt your chest, you had just eaten the souls of three dragons and the taste was not resting well with you, the dragons of Allegaesia were a poor imitation of Tamriels dragons. Still you absorbed their knowledge as was your right when laying claim to their souls giving allot of insight and knowledge to the war and the history of the dragons. All three were captured and their riders tortured until they gave up their gem, known as the Eldunari which was a physical containment of their souls, when they gave it up to the mad king he killed their riders. It was absolutely sickening and you grinned as you imagined the sensation of killing Galbatorix. When you searched within your own soul you found a vast sea of dragons roaring as they wandered the plain within you. Your body was a vessel or at least a portal into another dimension where the dragons you had consumed roamed, or at least that was a theory Serana had.

Serana, the very name made your mind race both in good and bad memories. Out of all the followers and companions that you had she was by far the one with the best personality. Everyone either feared or respected you, aside from several dragons including Odahviing the only three that truly treated you like friends were Aela, Brynjolf and the daughter of Coldharbor herself. You pushed her too hard, bringing up the subject of her vampirism and wanting to marry her on top of that, both had gone badly. When she said she didn't like being in temples you knew it was a bullshit excuse. People in general are bad at lying to you, your perception was too keen for them. In your experience men lied more than women but with small subjects, like boasting about their skills in combat, or their wealth, or over exaggerating the bravery in their adventures, something you too were guilty of on occasion. Women however lied less but on the bigger things, like when they are not interested in commitment they say it is for some alternate reason, like giving the lie that they already have a boyfriend, or with Serana saying she didn't like temples. For fucks sake you were in the temple of Auriel and she was amazed by its beauty and scale.

She saw marriage as being bound to someone, she was bound and raped by her god to the brink of death, she was imprisoned by her mother for thousands of years, and she was bound by her father until she decided to flee to you. It was painful seeing her leave knowing that it was your own fault, she fled back to her castle and continued to help her mother with restoring her ancient home, now the gatekeeper would not even open the door for you, while you could easily knock down the doors it would only make the situation worse.

Shaking your head you summoned your portal and retrieved the tent which contained your larger home inside. Before you went to into the tent you ran into the woods and killed a dear, having Odahviing cook it and sharing it with him. Then laying down some magical traps surrounding your encampment in case Nasuada decided to do something stupid and send spies or assassins on you.

"Dovahkiin, thank you for bringing me into this land with Durnehviir, it is good to face new challenges."

"Thank you my friend I do enjoy it when we shed blood together on the field of battle."

The dragon nodded as he crawled over to you resting his head over the cliff a little distance from your tent as you decided to hang your legs over the ledge. It was a relaxing feeling as you both looked at the valley beneath you and into the sparkling sky above.

"Did you know some people have never seen the stars before?" You asked the red dragon.

"I doubt that, they are hard to miss."

"It's true though, in Solitude as well as the Imperial capital in Cyrodiil some people have never left their cities and as a result never seen the night sky."

"How is that possible when they still have access to view the Heavens?"

"The mages at Winterhold referred to it as light pollution, light seems to be able to block fainter light such as stars, so when you hold a torch next to your eyes the stars dim because the light is blocked, or at least that is the theory."

"Then the creatures of Tamriel are truly blind to the vastness of the world and beyond and can only see what is in front of their two eyes, I would pity them, but I do not pity those lacking in perception or knowledge." Odahviing huffed, a plume of smoke exiting his nostrils.

"Agreed."

A few moments of silence passed

"You have something on your mind, spill it out."

Damn, Odahviing was good at seeing through your walls, it was both a blessing and a pain to have someone that had a similar personality and behavior, they knew what you were thinking without even having to read your mind, Brynjolf was the best when it came to seeing through a conversation, him and his snake tongue knew no bounds, if he wasn't a thief he would be a master salesmen.

You sighed, "It's about that women I told you about."

"The one with the family issues?"

"Yuuuuupp." You said sarcastically

"I'm surprised you did not mate with her before we raided her father's castle."

You coughed a little at the sudden image that popped into your head, after a short recovery you looked back at Odahviing who was grinning at your sudden response, "Why do you say that!?"

"Because while she smelled of death, a wonderful aroma by itself, she also smelled of lust and love, I can only assume it was directed at you."

"I asked her to marry me and she refused."

"She was not looking for commitment she was looking for company and passion, you humans are so dull sometimes it is nauseating. She loves you, why else would she want to go on so many adventures and protect you from that foolish vampire priest of Aerial? You made the mistake of wanting to commit with her before sharing your feelings, sometimes you get nervous around people and you fall, the case is made especially clear with her. With other women I bet you can normally bed them before the sun sets but with her it is a different story."

You sighed in defeat. Your past was full of regrets but you sought to use the past to improve upon the future, but it was always hard when you realized that things could have turned out differently if you saw something from another angle, this was especially hard to shake off. I mean come on! Serana is insanely hot! It's like she was the embodiment of lust itself!

You looked again toward the Varden encampment, the flickering of the lights reminding you of Whiterun and the many other cities of Skyrim from a distance as you approached them either on horse or on foot. The clang of metal both in forging and in sparing was nostalgic in its own sense; you could almost begin to smell the wonderful aroma of metal and fire. Standing up you breathed into the crisp night air and then got ready for bed and about to go into your tent which led to your house on another plain of existence.

Then a crackle of branches was heard behind you, you perked up your ears and used aura whisper to find the source of the sound. You relaxed when you realized who it was, the cursed child Elva.

"Your traps are too obvious," She said stoically.

"Not to the eyes of a normal person, but to someone such as yourself I am not surprised you managed to see my traps," You responded.

Odahviing was annoyed at her presents but she paid the dragon no mind. The red dragon himself was not on alert since you were relaxed so he chose to lie back down.

"Please come inside," You said signaling for her to follow you inside of the tent.

She thanked you and went in first. When you went in after her she was a bit frozen by the massive house inside of the small tent, but a few moments later she returned to her normal self.

"Nice house."

"Thank you I put quite allot of work into it," You said smiling. "Shall I give relief of your pain again?" You asked her kindly, assuming her request.

She nodded and you whispered the words of peace and harmony into her ears. She stood silently embracing every moment of blissful oblivion, the only sounds the crackle of the fire and the faint sound of her breathing. A few moments later the blessing faded and she returned to her normal self.

"This is not the only reason I am here."

"Shall we play with some dolls? I have some upstairs," You said acting like she was a normal child.

"Why on earth do you have children's toys?" She asked with a weird expression written on her face.

"I have adopted several children from where I came from in Skyrim and am raising them in the hopes of being great hero's once I die, but it is their choice to go down that path if they wish, all I do is give them the tools."

"I hardly see how using dolls will help them become heroes," She scoffed.

You smiled, it was a game you had made, you had carved several small doll figures and created a board, then made a rule book with a set of dice, and a player managed farming, agriculture, defense, and construction. The board could be clicked together with several other boards to form a nation so that way you could invite more players. Each player at every end of the turn would be given a challenge or a stroke of luck depending on the role of the dice like a goblin raid, or a coupe, or an abnormally great harvest. It taught responsibility and strategy, it was quite popular once you made the game public.

"Would you like something to eat and drink, I assume climbing the mountain was rather tiresome," You did note that a few strands of her hair were a bit ruffled and some patches of her clothes had dirt on them.

She nodded silently.

Once she had some ham, with cheese and a piece of bread, along with a fresh glass of water she began to talk to you.

"The wedding of Eragons cousin was held today, it was rather nice considering the circumstances of getting into battle a few hours ago only to witness four dragons fighting and then no casualties on the Varden side."

"All thanks to you, but Nasuada is quite…. Idiotic, considering what you were able to display. I had to talk her down from launching a few boulders with her catapults at you, Eragon also helped in being a voice of reason."

"Thanks for that."

"You're welcome. On other matters she is sending Roran out with a small fraction of her army to secure a town in the afternoon, it's a three day trip, you might consider tailing them if you want something to do tomorrow, should be a good fight but I don't really care. Eragon on the other hand is going to the Dwarven stronghold in the mountains, then he is going to visit the Elves in the forest, I presume to help craft a new sword although he is hiding something else."

"Hold on, why are you telling me all these thing?" A few moments later you gasped in complete sarcasm and humor, "Don't tell me you think of me as your little good friend now."

She scoffed pridefully but it was incredibly cute seeing her puffed up cheeks, "I don't see you as a friend , you are simply someone I dislike the least. But don't you dare tell anyone else!" She said pointing her finger at your nose.

"My lips are sealed my lady," you said grinning. It was impossible not to be angry with her cute face around. You also liked the fact that she acknowledged you but also treated you like a normal person.

For the next few minutes you talked and enjoyed your chatting with her. Talking about your life and asking questions about hers. She then asked you a question that you knew was on her mind when she first entered your tent.

"Can you completely heal me?"

"Possibility, there are multiple routes that I can think of but I will have to do some studying beforehand. Simplest way to do it would be to sever the pain receptors going to your brain although that would present numerous other problems, you would not be able to feel any pain at all, so if you accidentally stabbed yourself you wouldn't even notice. But I'm sure if I study the magic in this world enough I can come up with a solution, in the mean time I can give you temporary peace like I have been doing."

She nodded, disappointed but still knowing that was what you would most likely say. A few moments pasted and then she weakly smiled before getting up and gently hugging you, then she departed from the tent. Soon she disappeared back into the forest and the sounds of her footsteps faded.

Looking over to Odahviing you smiled softly and went back into your tent, you would have to prepare for the morning if you were going to intercept Roran and help him, if only for the fun of it. Maybe disguise as one of the soldiers or something like that. But sleep was a priority for now. So you got into your bed, calmed your breathing, cleared your mind and entered into the blissful oblivion….. Oh if only it was that easy.

Vaermina even in this world made it her hobby to torment you with her nightmares for destroying the skull of corruption, your momentary comfort in her dreams that she gave you was the hilarious fact that her plain of Oblivion while commonly called the Dreamstride was officially named Quagmire which was so funny sometimes you burst out laughing in your sleep. Still it seemed to piss her off when you insulted her plain of Oblivion.

This time she made it her point to torture you about Serana. Pain and fear for yourself was something you were incredibly tolerant for. So the Prince decided to change her tactics and show you images of you being chained to a wall as you witnessed Serana screaming and crying out in pain as she was raped viciously over and over again by Molag Bal. The best way to conquer a dream was to acknowledge that it was just a dream. But Vaermina's dreams always felt the most real, sometimes you managed to ignore the images going in your mind, other times you insulted her which just made matters worse. Still your pride prevented you from submitting.

It was a loss either way. Killing a priest would suck on your conscious, killing an innocent was a line in the sand you would not cross which was why you did not join the dark brotherhood. Not only that but pissing off Mara herself would be a very dangerous thing. So for now you would deal with Vaermina. Sleeping in temples helped allot but temples weren't really portable, other holy artifacts like Auriel's bow helped a little but not allot. You also gave the bow away to Serana as a sign of faith and trust, something you never told the Dawnguard and if you did tell them you would never hear the end of it.

Soon morning arrived and the prince hissed one last sentence to torment you. "She will never be yours, Molag Bal will have her once again!" Then like a wisp of air was gone.

Instantly you shot up in a cold sweat breathing hard, after a few moments you calmed yourself and slapped your hands to your cheeks in an effort to bring you back to reality. Slowly you opened your eyes, it was time to get to work and have some fun with Roran