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Dragonheart: Rise of the Harbinger	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 9483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Becareful What You Wish For

Movement, the sensation of rocking side to side and a little to the front is what started rousing her as her head began throbbing and Tarrowlyn chanced opening her eyes. Her vision swam a little as she tried to focus in on the yellow and blue blob in front of her and she tried to bring her hands up to rub her face. Her vision cleared due to her shock as she realized her hands were bound. Why was she in the back of a wagon?! Where in oblivion were her wizard's robes? Where was she?! She had been in Mzulft, not outdoors. Before she even had a chance to speak, the man seated before her began talking to her.
" Wait, where are we?" Tarrowlyn asked. There was something all too familiar about these woods.
" We are just outside of Helgan if I know the area right." Said the blonde nord in front of her.
Tarrowlyn blanched. No wonder the road had looked as familiar as it had. She and her family had lived here in Falkreath for as long as she could remember. I got thrown back into the past?! Just how far? She thought desperately. What happened to the mirror? I was right next to it? I put that enchantment on it so that something like this wouldn’t happen! It was supposed to have a five foot radius, unless the starlight I filtered….
So absorbed was she in her thoughts, Tarrowlyn didn’t hear the other prisoners bickering amongst themselves. She was unable to think further on this as the carriage passed through the gates and she looked about. She had been thrown back pretty damn far if the way people were dressed were any indication. The carriage came to a stop and Tarrowlyn had no choice but to exit with the rest of the prisoners in the wagon.
" Step forward when your name is called." Said an imperial legionnaire in front of her. " Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak."
Tarrowlyn paled even further if that were possible, considering her current pallor was the shade of fresh cream. She was in the fourth era, right smack dab in the middle of the civil war that had lasted ten years. She needed to find out what year it was. Well, Tarrowlyn had wanted her answers. The phrase be careful what you wish for was never so true in this instance for her.
" Who are you?" the legionnaire asked her.
" Dragonheart. Tarrowlyn Dragonheart." she stammered nervously.
“ Captain, she’s not on the list. What should we do with her?” Tarrowlyn flinched at the way that was worded. She could easily be treated as a spoil of war. She prayed by Mara’s will that wasn’t the case.
" No matter, she meets the ax with the rest of them. I won't take the risk that she's not one of the stormcloaks." The captain replied icily and with disdain.
The legionnaire turned back to her with a sad look in his eyes. How a man like him was a soldier was beyond Tarrowlyn. Those brown eyes held too much compassion than should be allowed one of the emperor’s legionnaires. " I'm sorry, kinsman." The soldier before her said gently. " At least you die here in your homeland."
Tarrowlyn swallowed hard as she strove to fight back her tears. She had so much that she still wanted to do and see! For the love of the gods, she was going to die a virgin! Her studies at the college had taken up all of her time, though admittedly she had been sweet on a young man by the name of Fjorden that lived in Winterhold proper. He and his family ran the carpenter's shop there. Tarrowlyn had gone in a few times to discuss something that she had wanted made for her mother just to see him. Tarrowlyn felt a few tears lick her cheeks as she ambled off to the side where the rest were waiting and she stood there numbly as the priest of Arkay read them all their last rights. She barely heard one stormcloak soldier demand for them to get on with it and he took up in front of the block, and Tarrowlyn winced as the sharp thud of the ax took his head clean off.
“ The nord in the rags next!” called the captain. Tarrowlyn couldn’t help but feel as if that bitch had it out for her.
She didn’t bother struggling, though her green eyes were hollow and dull as she was led to the chopping block. She had no means to escape by, no words that would change the minds of the imperial soldiers before her. The only one that had shown any sort of compassion was the one who had been reading off the names of the prisoners just a moment ago and his eyes were watching her sadly as well. Quietly and resignedly, she allowed herself to be settled against the bloodstained wood of the block and her eyes looked up at the executioner pitifully. Tarrowlyn could feel the stickiness of the blood, cold and wet against her neck. She thought it would have been a bit warmer at least considering he had only died but a few minutes prior.
" Gods guide me..." she whimpered. Tarrowlyn didn’t dare shut her eyes against the sight of the axeman raising his blade. If she was going to die, the executioner was going to remember her eyes.
A great roar carried through the distance, eliciting a reaction from all who heard it. By the nine, it couldn’t be a bear, could it? Without any warning, a dragon landed on the tower before her, it’s red eyes locking with her shocked green ones a moment. The moment the executioner went to swing his ax, the dragon let forth a mighty shout and knocked the stunned man to the ground. She was knocked and dazed from her place on the block as well and she felt a pair of hands pull her back upright.
“ We have to escape! The gods know we won’t get another chance!” said one of the other prisoners, Ralof if she recalled correctly. Dashing for the keep, he hurriedly ushered her up the stairs. “ Come on, we need to get out of here!” Tarrowlyn didn't need to be told twice as she ran for the top of the tower, though the dragon breaking through the wall stopped her dead in her tracks. She hugged the wall as close as she dared as a stream of fire occupied the space she had just been in a moment ago and Tarrowlyn felt her heart hammering in her chest.
By Akatosh, it was a damn dragon! The books at the college never mentioned anything about dragons appearing once more in the fourth era! Her heart stopped cold when a thought crossed her mind. What if Tarrowlyn’s arrival in the past had altered everything?! Including this?
"We'll have to jump! Go hurry!" Ralof exclaimed as he pushed the stunned woman towards the opening that had been made.
Tarrowlyn screamed as she jumped for the decimated inn below, and she bent her knees to roll forward before she injured herself. Stumbling a bit as she got back to her feet clumsily, Tarrowlyn began dashing from the building and out into town. She skidded to a halt once more when she saw the soldier that had been reading off the names again, this time urging a young boy towards him. The dragon was right behind the boy.
" C'mon Hammond, there's a good lad. Still alive, prisoner? Well then, keep close if you want to keep it that way." He called out over his shoulder as he began running for the keep.
Tarrowlyn had no choice but to follow.
The legionnaire slammed the door shut behind them as they both wheezed a bit from their exertion. The dragon that was attacking outside had nearly swooped in and grabbed Tarrowlyn in their mad dash into the keep. The soldier looked over to Tarrowlyn as she sat on the stone floor, her chest heaving and she had tears streaming down her face. She had never known so much fear in her life and she felt a little paralyzed now that they had reached safety. " Let me get those bonds off." he said gently. He kneeled on the floor beside her and Tarrowlyn weakly lifted her wrists as he pulled a dagger from his belt. With a quick flick of the knife, the rope binding her fell away to the floor. " Let me see if I can find something for those burns." He moved to stand up and he felt Tarrowlyn's hands on his forearm keeping him in place.
" No need. I can heal both of us." Tarrowlyn finally said after a moment. Her hands glowed with a brilliant golden light and she carefully swept it over the burnt skin on his left arm. " There are a few on your face as well." She said timidly.
" I trust you, prisoner." he replied. He sighed a bit in relief as the cool touch of her palm and magic swept over the shiny burn on his brow and then his nose and cheek.
" My name is Tarrowlyn if you don't mind." she said agitatedly.
" My apologies. I'm Hadvar of Riverwood." he chuckled. " Heal yourself and I'll see if I can help you find some armor. We're not in the clear yet."
Indeed, the sounds of the dragon's rampage were still carrying their way inside.
Tarrowlyn nodded numbly. " Will I still be a prisoner once we make our escape from here?" she asked tentatively.
Hadvar seemed to pause a moment as he riffled through a chest. " I don't know to be honest. We need to survive first though." he answered her. In all honesty, Hadvar already knew he wasn't going to bring her back into custody. They had only found her near where the stormcloaks had been ambushed, unconscious and naked. He had feared that she had been a traveler who had been beset upon by bandits, and left for dead once they had robbed her of everything they could take. She wasn't supposed to have been on that cart with the rest of those traitorous bastards to begin with. " We found you not far off from where we captured Ulfric and his boys. Were you attacked?"
" I don't remember to be honest. I'm sure you've been able to piece together that I'm a former student from the college. I left when I was denied any assistance for my last experiment, and it went south. All I remember is a flash of light and then nothing. I can't even tell you how I got there, as I was much further north than that." Tarrowlyn admitted. She turned back to Hadvar as he handed her some imperial armor, and he then turned away to give her some privacy to change. She smiled a little at that. At least he was a gentleman about it.
" You said it was your last experiment? Have you considered going back?" he inquired.
" I'm not sure. That still remains to be seen if I'm not in the custody of the empire after all is said and done after all." Tarrowlyn retorted gently. Though Hadvar couldn't see it, Tarrowlyn was still smiling a little. He had all but told her that he wasn't going to turn her back in. She pulled the cuirass into place, and tightened the leather straps on both sides. " You can turn back around now. I'm covered at least."
Hadvar turned as she pulled the boots on and he nodded approvingly. " I'm glad it's a good fit. Looks like you won't have too much trouble moving."
" The boots are a little big, but I can make due for now." Tarrowlyn was tightening the leather bracers he had found her and Hadvar handed her a helm. " Are there any blades in here? Preferably something I can wield with one hand?"
Hadvar silently pointed to the wall near the door. " We need to get moving soon."
" I know." Tarrowlyn replied as she pulled an iron blade from the rack. She hated iron. It dulled much too quickly in her opinion, but she didn't have much of a choice. Beggars couldn't be choosers after all. " I'm ready when you are." Her voice was shaky in her trepidation, but she tamped it down as best as she could. She couldn't let her fear get the better of her or she might not survive their flight from the city.
" You've never had to kill anyone, have you?" Hadvar asked her. It was all too clear how nervous she was.
" No. I've only slain a saber cat in all honesty. That's the only kill I can lay any claim on." Tarrowlyn replied. " I'm sorry I don't have more experience fighting..." Her head hung low in her shame. She didn't want to be a burden to him either. Hadvar gently grasped her shoulder and he gave her a kind smile.
" You'll be alright. Just stay back and try to keep from drawing any attention. I'll be able to manage provided the numbers aren't too great. Can you use that blade at least?"
Tarrowlyn nodded. " No worries there. I'm the youngest of four with three brothers. They more than made sure of that." she said.
" Then let's go." Hadvar then led the way over to the exit.
The two made their way through the winding halls of the keep, though their path would have been straighter if the dragon wasn't trying to destroy the building around them. Tarrowlyn couldn't help but feel as if it were following her. As Hadvar promised, he had little trouble diposing of the stormcloaks that they came across, as they weren't as well trained as he was. Tarrowlyn always made sure to heal his wounds after each encounter. " This way. By the gods, a torture chamber. I really wish we had no use for these." he whispered. Suddenly, the sounds of another fight reached their ears and Hadvar drew his sword. " Stay here a moment. I'll come get you when it's clear, alright Tarrowlyn?"
Tarrowlyn nodded nervously and she tried to sink into the shadows a little as her new friend charged into the fray. Almost as quickly as it had begun, the fight was over. " Come on, Tarrowlyn!" Hadvar called to her.
Tarrowlyn walked into the chamber with a pale look on her face at all the devices, manacles, and cages that met her eyes. She had only ever heard of these things. Hadvar was arguing with the interrogator that was in charge of said room, and she tuned them out. There was a knapsack on a table nearby, along with a book. More than likely, that old, crotchety codger was going to die here. The keep was still being assailed upon from outside after all. She slipped it onto her back unnoticed and she took glee in finding a couple of lockpicks inside. Now that was something she had a bit of experience in doing too. She had sprung her fair share of locks in her teenage years. There was a prisoner in a cage near to where Hadvar was standing; still attempting to reason with the old man, though it was obvious the poor sod inside was dead as a doornail. Tarrowlyn began inspecting the lock as she pulled a pick out.
" I wouldn't bother with that one. The lock's rusted and I lost the key to it ages ago." the torturer said with a sneer. " The poor fellow screamed for weeks." His tone was a little too wistful as his eyes glazed over at the thought and Tarrowlyn shuddered. If she never met another person like him again, that was all well and good. Sadists were creepier than some of the daedric princes she had heard of.
Undeterred, Tarrowlyn's tongue stuck out a little as she jimmied the lock and she smirked triumphantly at the torturer as the door popped open. " What was that?" she purred. She stepped inside and began picking up the gold pieces that she could see.
" Sure, take all of my things why don't you?" he replied sarcastically.
Tarrowlyn paid him no mind. She had found another pouch of gold and she was pocketing that. She contemplated taking the robes as well, but didn't in the end. The poor bastard deserved some respect after all. She did take the spell book he had in his possession though and that was stashed in her new pack. While she already knew the spell, she could always sell it for some coin. " Let's keep moving Hadvar." she said as the roof above them rumbled. It was unsettling to her that the dragon was still trying to level the building. Why? It surely must have disposed of everyone who hadn't fled by now. It could just easily fly back off to where it had come from.
Hadvar nodded. " There should be a series of tunnels this way." he replied.
" TARROWLYN! GO! RUN FOR IT!" Hadvar bellowed. The cavern they had come across was crawling with nearly ten stormcloaks. There was no way he could take on that many by himself and protect her at the same time. Now if he could distract them enough for her to escape, then that would be worth the sacrifice.
" I'm not leaving you behind Hadvar!" Tarrowlyn shouted back fearfully. She screamed as she was put on the defensive, and her blade sparked against her enemy's as she parried.
" What in oblivion are you doing, you stupid girl! Get ou..." he began. His jaw clacked painfully as blood flew from his mouth after a nasty punch made him see stars. Hadvar dropped his sword in shock, and he fell to the ground in a daze.
" HADVAR!" Tarrowlyn screamed fearfully. She started running for him, and suddenly pain flared from her chest as a meaty sounding thud met her ears over the din. Then darkness met her.
" By the gods! You poor girl! Alvor, you and Hadvar stay up here. Dorthe and I are going to run a bath for her." Sigrid, Hadvar's aunt exclaimed as she pulled a very sooty, burned, and still slightly wounded Tarrowlyn towards the stairs heading down. " While we don't have any extra beds, I do have a bedroll you're welcome to claim until you leave for Whiterun. You're going to need a few days to a week for everything to heal!"
" Um...I don't have a change of clothes, ma'am. I got rid of the raggedy linens I was dressed in when Hadvar helped me find the armor I'm wearing now." Tarrowlyn said shyly. Her cheeks were nearly as red as her hair she was so embarrassed.
" Dorthe, go ask Gerdur, and Delphine if they have any spare clothing they can bear to part with. Hadvar, can you go with her to be on the safe side?" Sigrid asked, her brown eyes falling on her nephew now.
" Certainly Aunt Sigrid. Come on now little cousin. Let's run this errand for your ma."
" I may as well get the water warmed through." Alvor mumbled. Sigrid would probably nag at him otherwise for it.
Tarrowlyn sighed deeply at the wonderful warmth the bath was imparting over her weary body. A sudden twinge in her chest brought her back to reality as she looked down at the scar that was sure to form as she had not gotten to it soon enough. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of it and Tarrowlyn tried her best to stifle her sobs. During the flight from Helgan, Tarrowlyn had nearly died when an poisoned arrow had pierced her armor near her heart. She could still hear Hadvar screaming her name as two surly stormcloaks held him back, she could still remember the surge of pure adrenaline that had rushed through her blood once she had regained her senses. She could still feel the terror and rage that had possessed her as she lifted her borrowed blade to kill those who had attacked her. Before today, Tarrowlyn had never taken a human life.
By oblivion, she could still remember the weakness and helplessness that had consumed her when she tried to use her magicka to heal herself and had found herself unable to stem the flow of her body's most precious fluid. At least the arrow missed my tit...but only just. It would be a shame as they're such a lovely pair. She thought sadly and sarcastically at the same time. Her eyes closed again, the earlier events playing through and plaguing her mind and senses. Tarrowlyn had never felt that way before. I'm never going to be able to return back...Tarrowlyn realized. All the equipment she would need was nearly thirteen thousand years in the future, and was all too technologically advanced for this time to be able to construct. Even if she did seek the wizard Calcelmo, and even with both of their minds working at it; as the man was undoubtedly a genius concerning all things dwemer, Tarrowlyn had no chance of returning to her own time.
She was stuck.
Sigrid came into the room silently to find Tarrowlyn crying softly in the tub. Her eyes softened a little, thinking to herself that the poor girl needed something to get her mind off of everything. " Tarrowlyn, can I come a little closer? I found some soap you may like. Alvor bought it for me for our anniversary a few years ago, but I’m allergic to dragontongue. Did you want to try it?"
Tarrowlyn sat up and she nodded as the blacksmith's wife came to stand beside the tub. Sigrid was humming a tune as she washed Tarrowlyn's back and hair for her and the younger woman closed her eyes as she listened. " Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you the dragonborn comes. With a voice that can wield the ancient nord art. Believe, believe the dragonborn comes...."
Tarrowlyn felt a little bit of apprehension listening to the melody, though she could not explain why. She quickly turned her thoughts elsewhere as she ran the bar of soap down her arm, and her eyes closed at the pleasant scent. “ Ah, lavender and dragontongue...You were right about me liking this one, Sigrid.” Tarrowlyn chirped as she was handed a washcloth for her face. Her thoughts were tuned to what her future was going to be now. She needed to find somewhere to live, to find a steady stream of income now. After this whole fiasco, Tarrowlyn had no desire to even look at the college, much less to delve as far as she had in pursuit of the arcane knowledge. No, she had to learn to rely on her own two hands at this point. Magic was only going to be used for little, insignificant things and as a last resort from here on.
"There we are dear. Why don't we get you dressed and get you some food with a bit of mead to drown your troubles in." Sigrid offered as she helped Tarrowlyn stand up. " I don't mean to pry, but what happened to your back?"
" I was attacked by a sabre cat a few years ago near Winterhold. I was lucky I had an escort or else I would have died. I was unconscious for a week, so I wasn't able to heal the gashes the sabre left as it mauled my back in an attempt to turn me over for the killing blow." Tarrowlyn replied. She had sustained those wounds when her brother Mikhail had taken her to Winterhold to join the college. The saber had been much too close to the roads, though Tarrowlyn had been the one to stray away from the path. She had wanted to get her hands on the snowberries she had seen. “ It was the first time I had ever killed anything however. When I did finally turn over, it was my steel that the beast got a mouthful of.”
Sigrid nodded as she rifled through some of the clothing Dorthe had just carried down. “ Well, we have about five different dresses here. Most of them Delphine’s by the look of it. Which one do you want to wear?”
Tarrowlyn was drying her hair carefully with her power of flame as she walked over. “ I think I’ll wear the sage green one once I can get my wounds bandaged. I don’t want to stain such a pretty dress after all.” she replied.
Sigrid chuckled as she looked over to Tarrowlyn. “ That’s an interesting way of doing it.” she chuckled, referring to the flames that were lightly drying Tarrowlyn’s deep red locks. The shine the fire imparted was not lost on Sigrid either. “ I might have to have you teach me that before you leave here.”
“ One of the other women at the college showed me how to do this. I used to be a student up until about seven months ago. I left when the archmage refused to let me have any assistance from the college for an experiment I was running. The most I was able to get was an escort, but that was it. it took longer than it should have because I was refused that help. And everything...” Tarrowlyn was on the verge of sobs again, and she swallowed hard in an effort to hold back. She needed to make the best of it here. Crying wasn’t going to do anything for that.
“ Something happened with the experiment, didn’t it?” Sigrid asked her softly as Tarrowlyn took a seat so that the older woman could begin bandaging her wounds. “ Your accent isn’t as thick as the rest of ours. And the way you’ve carried yourself since you arrived in my home screamed your resignation to your fate. At first I thought you were in shock from what had happened.” She explained at the baffled look on Tarrowlyn’s face.
Tarrowlyn silently nodded. “ Yes, something went wrong with it. I was attempting to convert starlight into magicka with help from a device that I had designed and built, but it over loaded and then blew up. I was right there in front of it too…If I had been just a minute faster I could have stopped it.” Tarrowlyn whispered. She felt Sigrid tie off her bandages and the young woman saw the blacksmith’s wife cross into her line of vision.
“ That’s probably how you got these three then.” Sigrid replied as she brushed gentle fingers over Tarrowlyn’s cheek. The young woman winced, as they were quite tender and her eyes went wide.
“ My face?” she whimpered. A million possibilities began running through her panicked mind. Just how bad were these scars? Were they burns covering almost half of her face?
Sigrid realized the mistake she had made in bringing attention to the three scars that were on the left side of Tarrowlyn’s face. She had thought the young woman knew about them. “ Let me get you a mirror, Tarrowlyn.” she said gently.
Tarrowlyn was shaking as she rose the mirror to face level, though she needn’t have worried. The three scars that Sigrid had made mention to weren’t all that bad as she looked at them. At least she didn’t have loads of mass scarring from a burn or something of the like as she had initially feared. One scar went from her hairline, over her left eye; Tarrowlyn was amazed she wasn’t blinded because of it, and down to her chin. The second started from her cheek and over her nose, though it wasn’t as long as the first. The same was true for the third, as it was only about as long as the other on her nose. “ It kinda looks like a dragon’s claw got me instead.” Tarrowlyn chuckled.
“ Then that’s the excuse we’ll use.” Sigrid replied, laughing herself as she finished taping the rest of Tarrowlyn’s wounds for her. She had quite a few that had needed attention. “ Do you think you’ll need help with the dress?”
Tarrowlyn shook her head. “I’ve tied my share of bodices, no worries Sigrid. Thank you for everything though.” she said sincerely. Tarrowlyn dressed herself as Sigrid puttered about the cellar now, setting up the bedrolls for both Tarrowlyn and Hadvar so that they would have somewhere to sleep. Tarrowlyn trusted Hadvar not to make any advances on her, especially in her weakened state. Not that she’d let him anyways, she mused with a snort. Tarrowlyn wasn’t about to let her choice be taken from her, not by anyone. She had seen a dorm mate literally go crazy because of it, despite the fact that the asshole who had raped her had met very swift justice once the archmage had learned of the deed. Nonetheless, Tarrowlyn wouldn’t allow the same to happen to her if she could help it. She quickly turned her musings elsewhere. How was her arrival in the past going to affect the timeline from here on? Had it already been affected with the rising of a dragon? Hadvar had said that there hadn’t been dragons for a couple thousand years, which meant they had all died out before Tiber Septim founded the empire. What did she need to do to ensure that the future she came from still remained when the time came? Was that even possible now? Akatosh give me strength and guidance...Tarrowlyn thought sadly.

The next two weeks were spent doing odd jobs while she got her strength back up, such as helping Gerdur and Hod at the mill by gathering the firewood the men cut, or helping Alvor around the forge, which Tarrowlyn later revealed she had a bit of a knack for as her father had been a blacksmith.
“ I dare say we’ll have you outfitted with some fine leather armor before you leave then, lass.” Alvor said as he clapped Tarrowlyn on the shoulder.
“ I think I’d prefer something heavier in all honesty, but one thing at a time of course. When I get to Whiterun, is there anyone else I should speak to concerning and employment opportunities?”
“ Well, there’s Ulfbearth at Warmaiden’s and then there’s Eorlund Gray Mane at the Skyforge. I doubt Eorlund will take you on as an apprentice however. The man is like a wolf in his solidarity.” Alvor said as he hammered the steel blade he was working on. Tarrowlyn was in the midst of placing rivets into the hardened leather cuirass that she had been working on all week. The rest of the armor was already finished and tempered.
Tarrowlyn chuckled. “ I’ve heard you mention him to Dorthe. Is he really that good?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to Alvor. Her hammer clanged against the bench as she secured another rivet and she began preparing the next.
“ Aye. His steel is legendary, but then again, who can compete with the flames of the skyforge?” Alvor replied. “ Let me take a look at what you’ve got there, lass. I’d definitely be proud of your work. Keep working at it and you’ll make for a fine smith one day.” Alvor patted her shoulder again as he looked at the leather piece Tarrowlyn had constructed. She would be polishing it by the end of the day he was sure.
“ Thank you. My pa used to say the same thing.” Tarrowlyn said with a smile. “ In fact, he’s where I got the design here in the front.”
Her fingers lovingly traced the dragon and shield that she had put in there. “ He always used to say I lived up to our name as my heart was much too big. That I had the heart of a dragon. The fire, the courage, the temper…” Tarrowlyn chuckled a bit here as did Alvor. Both had crossed one another more than once in the last week.
“ The roar.” Alvor added with a laugh. The entire village had seen her roar at Sven when the pompous little dandy had tried to woo her to the inn for a tumble between the sheets. “ Yes, you most certainly do live up to the name of Dragonheart, lass. But I think we’ve only seen the tip of the glacier. Now. Get finished up. Sigrid is going to need your help with supper tonight.”
“ In other words, she wants me to go fishing again?” Tarrowlyn remarked with a smile.
“ Salmon if you can catch it.” Alvor replied with another laugh.
Tarrowlyn was ready to leave three days later, once she made sure that her armor was going to fit and the like. She would have left two days before, but Lucan Valerian had a break in at his shop and Tarrowlyn and Faendal had tracked the bandits down to Bleak Falls Barrow.
Tarrowlyn never wanted to see another draugr again after that. She had nearly screamed when she found them up and chasing the thief; who had run after she had freed him from a giant spider’s webbing, and then had needed to fight them off once the thief was dead. Tarrowlyn had been easily traumatized by that. But getting through the dungeon had been thrilling, and Tarrowlyn had found that she relished in the moment of battle. In this day and age, it was survival of the fittest, kill or be killed. Tarrowlyn was very determined to survive. After all, she was getting to witness history as the events of the civil war unfolded. She had only ever read about it. Now, she got to be a part of it.
“ Remember, take the road south, cross the bridge, and then just follow the path. You should get to Whiterun in a matter of hours, if not sooner depending on the pace you go.” Alvor said. He was looking over Tarrowlyn’s armor before she left and the young woman chuckled a little.
“ I’m going to be fine, Alvor. We’ve made sure of that. Granted, the sword isn’t like the blade I used to have, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. Thank you.” Tarrowlyn replied. Alvor had given her one of his best iron blades, which would have fetched a good deal of coin, as a thank you for going to Dragonsreach.
“ You’re welcome. Now, on with you. Hopefully you’ll meet whatever it is destiny has in store for you.”
“ TARROWLYN! WAIT!” came Faendal’s voice as he ran from the other end of the village.
Tarrowlyn had just started walking when she heard the bosmer and she turned to face him as he came up. “ Don’t tell me a dragon was chasing you, friend.” Tarrowlyn quipped with a chuckle.
“ No. I want you to take this.” Faendal held out his bow and quiver to her with a smile. “ You’re going to need them, I’m sure. Be careful out there, alright?”
Tarrowlyn smiled at the bosmer and she nodded. “ No worries. I’ll inform the jarl of what’s going on. Don’t worry.” With a final glance over her shoulder towards the residents of Riverwood, Tarrowlyn began walking down the path that would lead to Whiterun, and from there, whatever the gods had planned.
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