Fan fiction; Honour, duty or fortune part 3

GingeNextDoor

Turien had a positive smile on his pale face, he stood tall among the three others, quickly patting the Khajiit on the shoulder “Why the long face mate?” He asked, in a jolly voice
“This one does not know who to trust” The Khajiit put his hand on his head as memories began to flood back to him “And all this one can see is visions of the past”
“What visions?” Glaon asked his eyes watching over his friend
“Nothing, it does not matter” The Khajiit hissed, making his way past them, and deeper into the tree line, a battle was still raging in the distance, Zerenthiel followed quickly, the two others quickly after him, as they were walking Turien was whistling a tune, one that the others couldn’t recognise.
“You said you were the last of your kind?” Glaon asked, referring to Turien, who was still whistling, but briefly stopped to nod, and then Glaon asked “What do you mean?”

Turien smiled and stopped whistling “I mean exactly what you just said, I’m the last of my kind” He paused “Well, kind of, sort of maybe” he chuckled “You see, the Dwemer, may or may not have enslaved my people, then blinded us, well, most of us”
Glaon raised an eyebrow “You seem way too happy about that”
“There’s no point getting narked about it, past is past, plus, my mother and father escaped, then I popped out my mother, and here I am, escaping with you guys, well, not directly when I popped out” He stopped, then laughed at his own joke.
Glaon smiled lightly “A wise way to think”
“Wise? No, but fun, what about you, what’s your story?”
“My story?” Glaon asked “Not a very interesting one I’m afraid” He said, standing close to the Khajiit, who was studying the surroundings.
Turien jumped up on a rock and crouched in front of Glaon “Hey, you can’t just ask about my story then conceal your own, that’s cheating”
Glaon chuckled “Fine, fine.” He began “I’m a graduate of the Aldmeri College in Auridon, when I was drafted into the Queensguard, eventually I met these guys there, as well as Zathal and Fingolfin”
“Zathal?” Turien mused “Delagraht?” He asked
Glaon nodded, to which Turien laughed “Oh yes, I know of that name, very controversial that one”
“How do you mean?” Son Dro’kai asked
Turien smiled “Yes, there have been many stories behind his name, and his families'”
“Such as?” The Khajiit pressed
“Well, there are those that present them as heroes, and then those that present them as, well, not so heroic”
“Do not talk in riddles”
“I’m not, but I will say this; it is those slip ups in history that people seem to remember over the good that was achieved in the end”.

Zerenthiel called to them “Spotter!”

All three heads turned, there was a figure that began to run, all of them pursued it, but it was very fast, Turien took to the trees, hopping from tree to tree, his eyes locked on the figure, the figure took a quick turn, heading another direction, the group kept on his heels, then there was a figure jumped from the trees directly at the one running, Turien landed on him with a crunch, both men sprawled to the floor, as the others approached, the figure became a Nord scout, clad in leather, Turien was laid a few feet away from him, he turned so it looked quite casual, Zerenthiel gripped the Nord and pulled him close, his words full of venom “What are you doing here?!”
The Nord raised a bloody smile, coughing slightly, the landing must have injured him heavily “The hunter needs his eyes” he spat out wearily.
Zerenthiel pulled him to his feet, unsheathing his blade and pressing it to his stomach “What do you think you are doing?!”
“Being his eyes” The Nord chuckled, that was when the blade went straight through the Nord.

Zathal regained control of his leg after a while and stood up, his three companions were around him, all crouched, Fingolfin was smiling lightly as he also rose, he tapped Zathal's shoulder lightly.
“Why did you come back for me?” Zathal asked, his eyes looking over Fingolfin
“I cannot abandon a kinsman to their death, nor can I abandon a friend” He said lightly “Besides, I have never been one to separate a family” He looked at Liryanne, who was smiling widely.
Zathal nodded at this “I appreciate it, thank you”
“You should be thanking your daughter” Lierwen said “As it was she who wanted to come back”
Zathal gave her a smile “Delagraht blood runs through her veins indeed”
“What now” Fingolfin said abruptly, standing tall among them ”I do not know, but I believe our best bet is to locate Eirthal, Lierwen, do you know what special mission he was on?”
“Only to find some sort of stone that has immense power and could change the direction of the war” she shrugged
“Did that Nord women, or whatever, mention something about a Dovah... Dovah something that they needed to locate?” Zathal asked
“Dovahgolz?” Liryanne asked, to which Zathal gave her a quizzical look
“Yes, that was it”
“It means Dragonstone” She said calmly, then proceeded to think “Used to ward off evil, or to summon it, I can't remember which”
“How do you know that?” Zathal asked quickly
“Father, they locked us in a library for several months, there was nothing else to do but read”
“We should probably head to the Elden Root, perhaps someone there knows of my husband's whereabouts” Lierwen said softly.

Back with Son Dro'kai, Glaon was pressing more questions on Turien as they walked
“How did you end up in the cage?”
“What is this, question why the Snow Elf breaths?”
“Answer the question, it is just I have never met a Snow Elf before”
“It is quite a long and complicated story, being gifted with natural stealth and combat skills, I decided it would be worth my time getting paid to kill those who needed killing”
“You were an Assassin?”
“Yes, yes, were being the operative word here”
“In the Dark Brotherhood?”
“No, no, this group was much more... unheard of, they called us the crows, for what reason I do not know really”
“And... you enjoyed being an Assassin?”
“Well, yes, there is truly nothing better than getting paid for doing something you are good at”
“Did you ever kill an innocent?”
“Innocent? Now that word has different meanings depending on who's mouth it comes from, tell me, how many do you know who are truly Innocent” He paused, his eyes looking over the three who he was travelling with, each of them seemed to look away, but then he continued “But by innocent I assume you mean bystander, or child, never intentionally, but sometimes it happens” He said casually.
“But that doesn't explain how you ended up in the cage”

“I'm getting to that part, so this person in Haven, Erion, was causing quite a stir, so someone said that they wanted him silenced, so of course it was my job, I disguised myself as one of them, he was pretty much alone, I was impressed with how quickly I managed to take his two guards down, but alas he caused quite a problem, I underestimated him, he managed to wound me” he said, lifting up his shirt, showing a large scar along his chest “Then threw me in the cage”
“Why did he not just kill you?” Zerenthiel asked
“I asked myself the same thing for a while, until I caught word after a few moon cycles that he wanted to make some coin out of me, being a rare species”
“He wanted to sell you?” Glaon asked
“Apparently, but here I am, escaping with you”
“You do not have to come with us Snow Elf” Son Dro'kai said, looking at him intently
“Well that, my feline friend, is where you are quite wrong, you see, I cannot just go back to the crows, failing a mission is not very well received, in fact it is punished by death, and as a matter of fact, I quite enjoy living”
“Well then, I must ask, where does your allegiance lie? As you do not seem very loyal if you are willing to abandon your crows” Glaon asked
“I happen to be a very loyal Elf up until the point when someone expects me to die for failing, but to answer your question, my allegiance lies with the highest bidder”
“I set you free from your cage” Zerenthiel said quickly
“That makes you the highest bidder, considering nobody else has made a bid as of yet”
“Where are we going to?” Glaon asked
“The Elden Root, this one believes we may have some more notion of where we must go from there” Son Dro'kai responded.
"What do you think that Nord meant?" Zerenthiel asked
"This one does not know, but this one thinks it means we should travel swiftly"