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True daughter of Skyrim	By : EiraWolfsoul Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, it is property of Bethesda. Eira however is my own character. No money is being made from writing this fanfiction.

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[A/N] Chapter 4 kind of ran away with me. I had something else written entirely and had to push that up a few chapters because this got in the way and really wanted to be written!

True daughter of Skyrim
Chapter 4. Honour to the Companions
The next morning Eira ate her breakfast at the bar, conversing with Hulda. "I think I'll see about joining the Companions today". "Really? They're honourable warriors and I heard they were looking for new recruits", Hulda answered. "I hope so, if I'm going to be staying here for a while I'll need to earn some coin". Hulda smiled understandingly, "Well if by any chance they won't take you in, just come back here. I know a few jobs that could provide you with a bit of coin to get started". Eira returned the smile, thanking the innkeeper for her kindness before leaving.
She made her way slowly through Whiterun, stopping at the various market stalls and conversing with Carlotta and Ysolda, before moving on. She realized she was walking much slower than usual. 'By the Gods, but I'm nervous! What if they won't accept me? Sure there's other things I could do but still... to be rejected by the Companions... I'm not sure how I'd feel about that'. She finally made it to the impressive mead hall. 'Jorrvaskr. Well... here goes'. She took a deep breath and opened the heavy door.
She was greeted with the sounds of a fist fight and people running past her shouting and cheering. Following the others she found a Dunmer man and a Nord woman fighting. Somewhere to her right she heard a heavy voice that seemed familiar say "this is gonna be good!" while others cheered or gave directions. Finally when the fight ended she approached an older man with long greying hair in a ponytail. His left eye was clouded and a scar ran the length of his face on the same side. "What are you doing here?" the man asked gruffly. "I heard you're recruiting. Can I join the Companions?" The man looked her over before answering, "well, luckily for you, that's not for me to say. You'll have to talk to Kodlak Whitemane. He's downstairs, to the right, end of the hall". Eira nodded and went in search of this Kodlak.
Upon reaching the last room at the end of the hall she overheard two men talking. "But I still hear the call of the blood", said a voice similar to one she heard upstairs moments earlier. "We all do, it is our burden to bare. But we can overcome", another voice. "You have my brother and I, obviously. But I don't know if the rest will go along quite so easily", the first voice answered. "Leave that to me". 'The call of the blood? What does that mean? What burden?' before she could think on it any longer, one of the men spotted her. "A stranger comes to our hall", it was the second voice.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt. I wish to join the Companions", Eira could barely contain her nerves. 'One of them must be Kodlak, by the Gods, this is it, the moment of truth'. "That's quite alright", the white haired man, the second voice Eira realised, said. "Join the Companions would you now? Here, let me have a look at you. Ah I see there is a certain amount of spirit in you". "Master, you cannot truly consider..." the other man said, but the was cut off by the first man, 'Master, he called him, so this then must be Kodlak'. "I am nobodies master Vilkas. And last I checked we had some empty beds in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire burning in their hearts".
Vilkas looked a little disappointed, "Apologies. But perhaps this isn't the time. I've never even heard of this outsider". "Sometimes, the famous come to us. Sometimes men and women come to us to seek their fame. It makes no difference. What matters is their heart". Kodlak answered. "And their arm!" Vilkas grumbled. "Of course. How are you in battle girl?" Kodlak asked her. "I can handle myself", she answered truthfully. "That may be so. This is Vilkas. He will test your aim. Vilkas, take her out to the yard and see what she can do". "Aye", came Vilkas' almost exasperated answer.
'I'm beginning to wonder what I'm doing here. What a pompous arse that Vilkas! Who does he think he is? I'll just have to prove myself to him'. They finally made it to the yard, a few of the Companions sat gathered around the tables, the grey haired man she initially approached among them. Vilkas turned his attention to her, "the old man said to have a look at you. So let's do this. Just have a few swings at me so I can see your form. Don't worry, I can take it". Eira nodded and drew her axes as he drew his sword. Gripping the axes tightly she swung them in a beautiful arc, connecting with his blade as he blocked them. Eira was quick on her feet, much quicker than Vilkas in his heavy armour and she used it to her advantage. Dodging and swing her axes, most of her attempts were blocked by his sword, but some very nearly hit. If not for her quick reflexes and control, he could have gotten hurt. Finally he nodded and they sheathed their weapons.
"Not bad. But it won't be so easy next time", he said unimpressed. Eira's eyes narrowed slightly at his dismissive tone. "You might make it, but you're still a whelp to us. You do as we say. Here's my sword, take it up to Eorlund to be sharpened. And be careful! It may be worth more than you!" With that Vilkas walked away, leaving Eira with his heavy sword. 'Such an arse! I can't believe it! I guess every guild has a rotten apple'. Sighing Eira made her way to the Skyforge, glad that Hulda had already told her about it that morning, or she'd have to embarrass herself by asking the other Companions for directions.
"What brings you here?" the blacksmith, Eorlund asked her. "Vilkas sent me with his sword". Eorlund took the sword from her. "I'm guessing you're the newcomer then?" "Does Vilkas always send newcomers on errands?" Eorlund gave her a small smile, "oh don't worry too much about it, they were all whelps once. Though they may not like to talk about it. And don't let anyone order you around either. No one rules the Companions". Eira looked confused, "there must be a leader?" Eorlund shook his head, "I don't know how they do it, but they have. There has not been a leader since Ysgramor himself". Eira nodded, "well I guess I should get going". "Wait, I have a favour to ask of you", Eorlund said. "My wife is in mourning and I have to get back to her. Could you take this shield I fixed for Aela to her?" Eira took the shield from Eorlund, "of course, I'd be happy to help". "Good", he said and Eira made her way back to Jorrvaskr.
She found Aela in one of the rooms downstairs, discussing something with the grey haired man, though she could not quite make out their words. She slowly walked up to them until they noticed her. "Aela? I have your shield here, Eorlund asked me to return it to you". Both Aela and the man turned to her. "Ah, I've been waiting for this. Glad to see you made it up here". The man interrupted her then, "you know this one? I saw her training in the yard with Vilkas". Aela smiled, "Ah, I heard you gave him quite the trashing". "Don't let Vilkas hear you saying that", the man grumbled. "Do you think you could handle Vilkas in a real fight?" Aela asked her. "I don't care for boasting", Eira answered truthfully. "Ah, a woman who lets her actions speak for her. I knew there was something I liked about you. Here, let's have Farkas show you where you'll be resting your head".
"Farkas!" the man called and moments later Vilkas appeared. "Did you call me?" he asked. 'Huh? Not Vilkas then... but he looks exactly like him! Oh! Twins, they must be twins!' "Of course we did icebrain. Show this new blood where the rest of the whelps sleep". "New blood? Oh I remember you. Come on, follow me". And she did. "Skjor and Aela like to tease me, but they're good people. They challenge us to be our best." They were making their way down the hall. "Nice to have a new face around. It gets boring here sometimes. I hope we keep you. This can be a rough life. All right, so here you are", he said as they reached a room across the stairs leading to the main hall. "Looks like the others are eager to meet you. Come to me or Aela if you're looking for work. Once you've made a bit of a name for yourself, Skjor and Vilkas might have things for you to do. Good luck. Welcome to the Companions". "Thank you", Eira said softly as he walked away.
Eira was about to head inside when Farkas' words stopped her. "By the way, if you're looking for something to do. We've got trouble right here in Whiterun Hold. Nothing we can't handle". "What kind of trouble should I expect?" "The Falmer. There have been reports that they are attacking people at night". Eira nodded, "I'll take care of it, just give me the details". "Good. They're apparently hiding out in Shimmermist Cave. Clear it out, do not spare them your blade". Eira nodded and went into the room as Farkas walked away.
The Nord woman from the fight was the first Companion she spoke to and she wasn't very nice. "I'm still trying to figure out why Skjor let you in in the first place! But if the Circle vouches for you I'm sworn to respect their judgement. But that doesn't mean I like it". 'Well jeez! Thanks for the warm welcome!' Deciding to ignore the woman, Eira made her way over to the Dunmer. "I never thought they would actually let me join the Companions, but now it seems like they let anyone in these days", were his welcoming words. 'It's Bravil all over again! Accept then I was an inexperienced 19 year old youth, lucky enough to be accepted and trained by the best of the best. Now I'm an experienced fighter and I'll have to prove my worth all over again!'
Shaking her head Eira turned to the last man, wearing leather armour and reeking of alcohol. "Well hey there. You're the new recruit right? I'm Torvor. Might head down to the meadery later, see what they're brewing up. You can smell the honey on the wind". Eira smiled, 'he might be drunk, but at least he's acting somewhat friendly'. "I'm Eira. Why did you join the Companions?" she asked. "A man of my station has many debts. I'm not much use at learning or labour but I can throw a punch with the best of them. The Companions let me fight for gold so I fight".
"Hey, you're the new recruit!" came the voice of another woman. Eira made her way over to her, "hi, I'm Eira". The woman smiled, "I'm Ria. I was the newest Companion until you came along. I guess that's okay, that just means I can show you the ropes". Eira smiled, finally having found someone being nice to her, someone that wasn't drunk that is. "Why did you join the Companions?" Ria positively glowed upon answering, "Are you kidding? I've wanted to be with them since I was a little girl. Haven't you heard the stories of Kodlak and Skjor fighting of the hundred-and-one Orc berserkers? Skjor says it was more like forty but he's being modest. Where else would I want to be but here? Learning from them, fighting at their sides".
Eira smiled, "well Ria, think you can show me around?" The woman smiled and, taking her arm, led the way through Jorrvaskr. She showed her all the rooms, including those belonging to the Circle, told her how things worked around Jorrvaskr, introduced her to Tilma, Brill and Vignar and told her the names of the unfriendly Companions as well as enough gossip to last her a life time. Once they were done with the tour, Eira prepared to head for Shimmermist Cave.

The cave was cold, damp and dark, if not for the glowing mushrooms she would not be able to see anything. 'I hate caves, especially the dark and damp ones'. There were only a handful of Falmer and a few Chaurus', all of them easily taken care of and Eira grew a bit overconfident. 'Easy as pie, I'll take care of their leader and be back in Jorrvaskr before sunrise'. With that thought Eira reached two enormous bronze doors. 'Dwemer in making'. That thought should have alerted her to any possible danger within, other than Falmer, but Eira carefully pushed the doors open, bow drawn. She was ready for anything, but the one thing that she most desperately needed to be ready for.
The Falmer leader, a Gloomlurker, was easily spotted in the far corner. Seeing no other threat, Eira lifted her bow, nocked an arrow, drew back the string all the way to her cheek, aimed and released. The arrow silently sliced through the air and severely wounded the Falmer, but as he made his way towards her, something in the darkness behind him came alive. Something huge and metal. "Oh sweet Talos no!" Eira breathed, quickly drawing another arrow and nocking it, she drew back the string and released, thankfully taking out the Falmer so that she could fully concentrate on this new danger.
Adrenaline rushed through her feigns as Eira nocked arrow after arrow trying to damage the Dwarven Centurion headed her way. "Mara's mercy he's not going down!" she muttered frightened for the first time in a very long time. A blast of cold hit her, freezing her to the very core and making her movements more sluggish, despite her natural Nord resistance to cold. 'I have to stay out of his cold steam if I'm to stand any sort of chance'. Dropping her bow and drawing her axes, Eira rushed the Centurion, hacking and slashing at it with desperate movements. She was going to get hurt, there was no stopping it, all she could hope for now was that she could stop the Centurion before she was too injured to return to Jorrvaskr.
After only a few hits, the Centurion kicked her aside causing Eira's back to connect painfully hard with the wall. Before she could get up another blast of cold hit her. Crying out in pain, she jumped up and rushed the Centurion again, axes once more slashing at anything she could reach. "Die damn it!" she cried out, desperately trying to stay clear of the Centurion's massive arms and legs. The Centurion's fist connected painfully with her side, but she'd managed to dodge it enough to not get knocked aside again. Heart pounding, arms and legs aching, Eira's movements became more and more sluggish as she tired quickly. 'Please just die already, I don't know how much longer I can do this'.
Finally she managed to hit some apparently important circuit, because the Centurion crumbled to the ground and all the noise it was previously making stopped. Eira herself followed suit, crumbling to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart still pounded away in her chest, pain, fear and exhaustion overwhelming now that the adrenaline was fading. 'I did it, I'm still alive! Sweet Talos, thank you!' Knowing that she could not stay there, Eira dragged herself around, gathering her weapons, before using the wall to pull herself up and limping her way around looking for a quick exit.
She found one that lead to the first cavern, filled with water. The only way to go any further was to jump into the water and climb out on a ramp. Not looking forward to travelling all the way back, Eira jumped. Getting out of the water was much harder than expected because of her exhaustion and injuries, but she managed to get herself on the ramp. 'I can't go any further, I'm exhausted and some of these wounds really need some attention'. With that thought Eira pulled off her pack and dug around the damp contents for some bandages. After tentatively cleaning her wounds the best she could and dressing them with the damp bandages she dragged herself out of the cave and limped back towards Whiterun. The overwhelming need for safety and warmth overpowering the pain that walking caused her.

It was late the next day when she reached the outskirts of Whiterun. It was one of the guards that saw her and rushed over. "Are you alright miss? What happened?" he asked as he moved to support her. "Companions... Shimmermist... Centurion" was all she was able to say but it was enough for guard to understand. "You're a Companion? Here let me help you, we'll get you home don't you worry". The guard supported her all the way to the meadery, where another guard took over so that the first could return to his post. The second guard helped her to the stables where another took over to get her up to the city. There a final guard took over, guiding her to Jorrvaskr, followed by the worried glances and stares of the people of Whiterun.
The guard patrolling around the dead tree had rushed up and opened the heavy door, while the other guard helped Eira inside. "I need some help here!" he called out. Vilkas and Aela were the first to respond. "Tsk... got yourself injured on your first job?" Vilkas mumbled as he wrapped an arm around her to support her so that the guard could return to his post. "Vilkas! You don't even know what happened!" Aela scolded him. "Feh! Farkas sent her to take care of a few Falmer, shouldn't have been a big deal". Aela shook her head, "Ria, go get a healer". The woman nodded and took off. As Vilkas lifted her easily and carried her towards the stairs, Eira glimpsed various others watching, Njada, Athis, Vignar, Brill. She groaned softly, feeling humiliated, 'I took down a Centurion, yet I still feel as though I failed'.
"What happened?" Aela asked as she was being carried down the stairs. "Centurion", was her mumbled answer. Eira was far too tired to say more right now. Both Aela's and Vilkas' eyes widened, though Eira never saw, her own already closed. She was save, they would take care of her.

Eira's eyes opened slowly and she tried to sit up only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder. "Easy there, don't sit up too quickly". Eira followed the hand to look into its owner's eyes, "Ria?" The woman smiled, "welcome back". Eira frowned, "how long was I out for? What day is it?" "Well it's Tirdas, the 26th of Last Seed. You've been out for a little over two days". Eira's eyes widened, "two days?" Ria nodded, "Danica was surprised you even made it back, considering the state you were in. There were still traces of magical cold on you. Must have been a hard battle. Aela said something about a Centurion, is that true? Did you fight a Centurion? On your own?" Eira nodded slowly. "I'll go and warn the others you're awake. Stay in bed, you're not allowed to get up yet".
Skjor was the first to greet her, "good to see you awake", he rumbled. "Ah, our Centurion hunter is awake!", that was Aela who smiled good naturedly at her. "About time", Vilkas she thought, 'the difference between the twins' voices is slight but Farkas' voice is a little deeper... I think'. Her suspicion was confirmed moments later when Farkas walked in, looking guilty. "I'm sorry for sending you into that cave alone. If I had known there was a Centurion, I'd have gone with you". Eira smiled weakly, "you couldn't have known Farkas. I didn't know until it was too late. It was hidden in the dark and didn't come to live until I attacked the Falmer leader".
"Well you survived and you took care of the job, you have brought honour to yourself and to the Companions, that is what matters". Skjor and Farkas nodded, Vilkas just looked at her. Eira felt a slight blush creep onto her cheeks at Aela's words, 'she doesn't think I failed, she thinks I brought honour to the Companions, they all do. Well except for Vilkas, he doesn't look too happy. Guess he's not easy to impress'. "I sent Njada to inform Danica that you woke. Once she's had a look at you, we'll see about getting you fed" Skjor said.

Following Danica's instructions, Eira had taken it easy for a week. The first two days were alright despite Danica's insistence that she remain in bed, the only exception she allowed was for her to bathe. Ria was kind enough to support her to and from the bathing chambers. She spent those first days reading the many books lying around Jorrvaskr, that Ria was kind enough to bring her. When she wasn't reading she spent time talking with Ria, Torvar and Farkas. Even Athis dropped by, "I guess they weren't so wrong in letting you join the Companions, you actually took down a Dwarven Centurion?" he sort of complimented her. The others were busy running various jobs. The third day she was allowed up, but she was already sick of being holed up inside Jorrvaskr. Thankfully Eorlund had dropped by to bring Skjor his new sword and allowed her to come up to his forge with him. 'I'm probably the first Companion to show an interesting in blacksmithing', Eira thought as she followed Eorlund up to the Skyforge. "Hmm, I think it's time you had your own Skyforge weapon", the blacksmith had said. And so, for two days they worked on Eira's very own Skyforge sword and dagger, her preferred weapons.
It was Sundas that Eira really became restless and tried getting a new job from Farkas or Aela. "No!" Farkas had said, "I nearly killed you the last time, I'm not doing it again". Aela too refused her, "Danica said to rest up for the week, so rest". "But Aela, I feel fine, please, isn't there something you can give me? Something simple? Anything?" The huntress sighed, "I understand your restlessness, but rest is important. Tell you what, how about we practice some archery together? Maybe I can help you improve?" Eira nodded dejectedly, yet ended up enjoying her practice with Aela. Despite her impatience, she turned out to be a good teacher, able to show her a few tricks that would surely help her in the future. Her final day of resting was spent wandering around Whiterun. She spent time with Carlotta and Ysolda in the market, visited Hulda, Saadia and Olfina in the Bannered Mare and learned some basic alchemy from Arcadia.

[A/N] Hopefully this chapter portrayed Eira's humanity. She may be an excellent fighter (not so strange after spending 8 years with the Bravil Fighter's Guild, learning from them), but she's not invulnerable. She bleeds like any other, she gets tired and frightened, she makes mistakes and can grow overconfident and even her Nord resistance to cold has its limits. She's also not born with the knowledge of blacksmithing and alchemy, she had to learn, something she may have started to do in Bravil ;) Enjoyed this chapter? Have questions or concerns? Just want to tell me something? Leave a review, they make my day!
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