Over the next week I remained in Whiterun trying to decide my next course of action. The people of Whiterun did not mention the latest revelation about me but their eyes followed my every step, there were many whispered conversations behind hands. Mikael was making excellent money with his various new ballads: “The undoing of the Dragonborn’ ‘A Bard and a Dragon’ and the Dragonborn’s Breasts’ amongst others.
I found myself at a loss, the Jarl urged me to finish ‘the madness I had started’ and yet I had no means to do this. As a warrior, he had out witted me, as a woman he had overpowered me. Clearly, he wanted me to seek him out again. Yet what else could I do, I felt one way or another this would haunt. I needed a resolution. Against all my better judgement I resolved to go to Windhelm and see what more he wanted though I had the sickening thought that it was connected to the legend of Darlia.
I made good time to Windhelm, arriving late in the evening. Once more I changed for the city, shivering in the icy air as I stripped off and donned a tight, fitted green dress with of sturdy material and adjusted a fur shawl around my shoulders. Walking through the streets I became aware of hurried glances in my direction. It seemed my description had spread. I winced as I heard the faint strains of ‘The Bard and Dragon’ on the wind. As an elf, there was only one place I imagined Therin would be and made my way to the grey quarter where, the slums of Windhelm where elven kind made their home. Entering the areas’ tavern, the Gnisis Club I headed to the bar.
“I’m looking for-“
“I know who you’re after Nord, you’ll find him upstairs.”
With that the innkeeper went back to polishing his bar, making my way up the stairs I saw Therin, in a different, but no less impressive set of blue robes.
“Ah Unn, I was beginning to wonder if you would come. Though I must admit I had an eternity to wait.”
It was at this last that I noticed the change in him, it was not a dramatic change. There seemed a greater vitality about him. His eyes seemed to have an extra shine, his movements filled with greater life. An aura seemed to gently roll from him.
“You have done it then?”
He nodded, a small almost sad smile on his face. In truth, I had just about come to terms with this, that I would never revert to what I was. Yet, a small part of me had held a glimmer of hope, that now, with everything it else it seemed, was gone.
“You called me here, what more do you want from me?”
“I think surely you have guessed Unn. I want you. A bride for eternity-“
“A thrall!”
“No not a thrall, you came here. May I ask, what were YOU looking for?”
“I don’t really know, the Jarl of Whiterun expects me to kill you but I realise that is beyond me. Closure perhaps. An end.”
“My dear, so fatalistic. When I say I want you I mean that with all sincerity. You are beautiful, intelligent, strong yes still strong and for all your trials you remain proud. Even as a man you intrigued me but now you enthral me! Your gift, holding more than one soul, it is integral to the spell and yet if I did not think you worthy I would wait for another, after all I now have time. Indeed, I say this to you now, I will lay out my plan for you. You may accept or decline, I cannot compel you, for this magic to work it must be of your own choice. Not a calculated choice. Not something I can threaten or blackmail but something you want within your heart.”
I felt I should storm away yet I had come so far. I could be done with this loathsome man once and for all, he who had taken everything from me and yet with that he was in a strange way all that I had left. Seeing that I remained seated he continued;
“I will tell you how the magic works, what you gain, the price you pay. I take a part of my own soul, a very small part, and transfer it to you. You accept it within yourself but more than that you choose to submit to it. This is subtle magic, I cannot use this to compel you to action or read your mind. As it is my soul it is now eternal and as such will keep you alive, young, hale and healthy for an eternity as well.”
“You spoke of a price, something to do with my submitting to your soul.”
“Yes, I’m getting to that. The magic will not allow you to harm me, ever, your body would simply not be able to do it. It would be like attempting to ram a knife into your own eye but so much more difficult. We are immortal but not invincible, if I should die you would die. If you were to die it would hurt me but not kill me. More than anything you would not be able to face prolonged periods away from me. You would be able to go some distance even for some small measure of time but like an addiction you would be drawn back to me every time. This would be an addiction without a cure, without treatment. The longer you waited, the further you travelled the worse you would feel.”
“You expect me to bind myself for eternity to the man that took everything from me? How much a fool do you take me for?”
“I took a great deal, I took it for my own ends yet I offer so much more. Will you be content with what life can now offer you, what will you do? Where will you go? You will have no friends in Skyrim, people respected your strength. Now you will be nothing but a trophy or worse a threat. I did not ask you here tonight to convince you. I came to lay out my position and yours. Something for you to think on and mull over. Take months, years if you like though know that yes, I am a shallow man. I wanted a beautiful wife for eternity so do not wait too long if you are to change your mind.”
He tried a charming smile but in that moment, I felt nothing but anger toward him. I had heard him out and yet seemed no closer to the resolution that I sought. I would be best to be done with the man. I stood to leave but he caught my wrist.
“Wait! Before you go I have a gift for you.”
I stared at him suspiciously.
“You are free to throw it away if you distrust it but I feel I must give it you anyway.”
He handed me a black soul gem, the same one that had held my drained essence.
“If ever you are ever in danger, if ever you need a friend and have no other to turn to cast some blood upon this stone and I will find you and without price I will aid you. Also, please take this scroll, a simple incantation that, should you ever change your mind it will let me know.”
With that he stood up and left leaving me standing confused and frustrated. In a moment of spite, I took the scroll and held it to a nearby torch. It burst into flame, purple and green flames spat out in strange patterns, casting eerie glyphs upon the walls. I was about to continue with the soul gem, something stayed my hand and I placed it where it had once been in my small pack which I adjusted over a shoulder.
Walking out of the club my mind wandered, I tried to think of a new course of action. It seemed distantly I heard mocking calls through the streets, something to do with dark skin. Lost in my own reverie I paid the calls no mind. Looking at the ground I was not looking where I was going and walking straight into the barrel chest of a man.
“Watch it!”
“My pardons sir”
I made to walk around the man but he remained in my path, looking intently at my face. I looked up at the man that blocked my way and recognised Rolff Stone-Fist.
“Could it be? Yes! Oh there are gods indeed. I was not sure that it could be true but here you stand in the flesh!”
“I don’t know who you think I may be sir but I-“
“Oh, I know who you are… Dragonborn. Those eyes, the proud haughty eyes remain the same though the rest of you has changed. And sir she says yes you have changed much indeed!”
He leered at me, staring slowly up and down. He licked his lips slowly. Looking around the deserted streets where guards did not tread I knew I was in trouble.
“Please, I don’t want any trouble. If I offended you. I’m sorry.” Panic had gripped me, I had not equipped my dagger, without a weapon I was no match for Rolff and I experienced fear as I never had before.
“Sorry is you cunt? Sorry, people laughed when you laid me low. Laughed! At me, Rolff Stone-Fist! People laughing at you now isn’t they. But I don’t think you have paid, not nearly enough for my liking”
<Brawl>
He raised his fists and in that moment my last instincts as a warrior deserted me. I cowered away but could not avoid his fist which cracked straight against my chin. I must have passed out for a second as I suddenly found myself on the cold ground with no notion as to how I got there. I managed to roll onto my back and found myself looking up at the grinning face of Rolff Stone- Fist.
“A small-town bully with a famous brother and a small cock is what you said. Gonna show you how small bitch!” With that he leaped down atop me tearing at my clothes. Panic gripped my heart and courage betrayed me.
“HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE?! ANYONE” my clothes tore free, my dress seemed to be hanging from by threads and tatters.
“Listen to the mighty Dragonborn now! No one is coming to help you in these streets whore.” He laughed continuing to tear the last remains of my clothes away.
“Please no, please don’t do this? You can’t do this to me-“
He unsheathed his member.
“Does this look small to you now?”
It did not, it was huge, a monster. I tried to wriggle free but he sat atop me his weight pinning me in place. He took me then, one hard, violent thrust sent near the full length of his cock inside me.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo”
His hands mauled my breasts, he placed rough kisses and bites on my neck. Stinking of sweat and ale he rode me mercilessly, pounding my pussy with angry stabs.
“Not even a virgin, a … a woman only- ah- two fucking minutes and urg urgh urgh already given it up… you… cheap… ahhh.. take it! …. FUCKING TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!!!”
He renewed his efforts, occasionally slapping me across the face, his hands had dropped to my waist, then my legs, his fingers dug in hard. Yanking my legs up in the air he drove deep into me again and again. Suddenly he stopped and for a brief moment I dared believe it was over, that I had been rescued but then Rolff spoke:
“Really wish I had been the one to pop your cherry. But in a way maybe I still can hmmm?”
I was confused for a second until he flipped me over, it dawned on me what he meant to do, I scrambled furiously attempting to crawl away but he simply dragged me back by a leg, laughing.
“No, no, no, no, I beg you, please no. I will do anything, anything!”
My cries fell on deaf ears as he manoeuvred me onto all fours, I felt his penis brush against my bum cheek and then the hole as he lined it, pausing for just a moment longer he squeezed it in, inch at a time.
“ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
The scream tore through my throat, through my whole being, I had never felt pain like it.
“That’s… fucking… tight… I’ve taken… this for mine… now… ahhh”
He began to push further and further till I thought he would tear a new hole in me then he began to ease out. I sighed in relief only for my pain to redouble as he thrust again, harder. Bit by bit the resistance began to give, his trusts took on a steady rhythm as the muscles in my arse began to loosen. For my part, my head found the floor my arms by sides, no longer able to bear my own weight. Drool ran down my face, freezing against my chin, small pants escaped my throat as he continued to misuse me.
He thrust faster and faster:
“Uh, uh, uh, uh….AAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
With a shudder, he filled my backside with his hot semen, it ran in rivulets down my legs and slopped through my bum crack. I lay there unable to move. Grabbing my hair, he considered my tear stained face with a grin.
“You’re bottom of the barrel now. Not so grand anymore, just a cum bucket for your betters. Tell me now, what do you think of me?”
There was no longer even a small part of me that wanted to rail and fight against this. I was defeated utterly, body and spirit.
“You, you are my bett… better sir.”
“And?”
“And…ah, urgh… thank you for the gift of your semen.”
“Good girl.”
With that he dropped my head and walked away. I lay there for some time, trying to find the energy to move. At last I built enough strength to get to my feet, gather the remains of my dress around myself and limp toward the gate.
This decided me, I could no longer lie to myself about my place in the world I ordered a carriage for Whiterun with Masha following behind, I had not been able to face the ride.
Once I arrived I made went straight for Breezehome, taking some valuables at a time I made my way around the stores, stalls and smiths selling these belongings. I arranged with the now very angry looking steward for the sale of my home (he seemed betrayed to learn I had once been a man). At last the only things that remained was my armour and Dragonsting. These were not the items for my new life and I decided a clean break was needed. I sold these as well, purchasing in their place some more simple clothes and a worn but practical small iron dagger.
All this I made the most difficult sale of the day, 1500 septims for Masha. Tears flooded my eyes as I handed her reins over, this beautiful beast that had been with me so much. But she deserved the open road, not to be cooped up in a stable. All ties to Whiterun cut I caught a carriage to Solitude.
I arrived and headed for the bards college, stopping off at Radient Raiment to purchase a daring black gown with a split down one leg and some fine black stockings. I arrived at the college and once again Viarmo greeted me at the door but this time he did not smile.
“Greetings Dragonborn.”
“You have heard then? It seems all of Skyrim knows.”
“Yes, I have heard. Word travels fast, there had already been rumours after all. I know why you are here, you seek sanctuary against the world. Yet despite my earlier offer, I am very sorry but I can offer no such sanctuary. I have a responsibility to this college. I am fond of you but were you to live with us, you would bring scrutiny, attention… the wrong kind of attention. I apologise but there is no place for you here. I must ask you to leave.”
I did, turning without a word and walking out. My last hope had vanished. I had money, probably enough to live off for a lifetime if I was careful but life was more than careful. It was purpose and meaning. I would find no such meaning in Skyrim, my previous life would always bar doors, old enemies would always surface. I must leave Skyrim, perhaps to the Capital in Cyrodil. I had not wandered for some time though previously I had done so as a mercenary. I would worry about what to do with my life once I arrived. I had no skills beyond fighting but in this form, I hoped I was young enough to learn a trade, I fancied I would make a fair tavern wench if nothing else. Once more I caught a carriage, this time headed for Riften and the boarder.
We rumbled along in silence, the driver picking up on my mood avoided the usual small talk. We were a good deal of the way there having entered the Rift and passing Millwater Mill. Suddenly the carriage stopped as a fallen tree blocked the road, the driver was half way down from the carriage when an arrow took him in the throat. Out of nowhere bandits appeared, six of them coming from different directions, converging on the cart. I tried to get down and run but hampered by my dress I did not get far before one of them caught up to. Drawing my dagger, I took a swing at him but he caught the blow easily on his shield and bashed out with it hitting me in the face and knocking me from my feet. The steel-clad foot of a bandit chief kicked the dagger away from my hand.
“Look what we have here.”
The bandits had gathered around me in a circle, I found myself frozen where I lay. One of them was already undoing his belt.
The bandit chief had who had not even bothered drawing the two handed sword from his back held up an arm, his eyes never leaving me.
“Leave your armour and your pants on Bennie.”
“We aint gonna fuck her boss?”
Still looking at me the chief smiled, revealing an uneven row of yellow teeth through a thick wiry beard.
“Oh we will but a nice looking girl like this, we’s taken her back wit us”
I was hauled up, robbed and stripped in short order, being left only my thin silk stockings. I had resisted little throughout but my latest disaster took on a horrifying reality as I felt the tight cold constraint of a collar settle around my neck, a small click shutting it in place. A chain fed from it which the bandit leader himself took hold. I was blindfolded a dragged along. It could not have been far that we walked and yet it seemed an age before the blindfold was dragged away and I found myself standing in a cave dimly lit by torches, pallets strewn about the floor with mismatching furniture scattered in no discernible pattern or order.
“Fucking hell boss you should see how much gold this cunt has!”
With that I was locked to a wall by the chain on my neck as the bandits proceeded to rifle through my possessions. The black soul gem returned by Therin was casually discarded, thrown to one side as junk, landing beneath a dilapidated looking table.
“You reckon she some king of noble girl or somethin boss?”
“Could be, you girl. Reckon anyone would pay to get you back?”
I wished in all my heart there was someone, anyone other than an enemy that would pay to have me but I could think of no one. I shook my head, unfortunately.
“Hmm reckon there is some story to this one, fine looking filly like her out on her lonesome carrying a fortune weight in gold. Could be she robbed a lord or is a runaway. When Tom gets back we’ll hand him her description and see’s what he can find out.”
“Ere boss ow comes Tom gets ta go to town and we don’t, he never does any of the real fucking work”
“Cos he’s the only one without a price on ‘is head shit for brains and we keeps it that way he can check in, gets caravan information. Told ya all this before.”
“So’s what we gonna do with her in the meantime, I mean does we wanna risk breakin’ er, might, I dunno puts the ransom down.”
“Don’t worry, Currie ere got that covered, incha Currie.”
For the first time I really looked at the smallest member of the group and noticed he did not carry any weapons.
“’Is magic gonna keep her nice and fresh, should mean we can fuck away and she’ll be good as fucking new. On that, pass ‘er ere”
I tried to pull away but could not resist the strong hands that grasped me.
The chief removed his breastplate and undid his breeches before climbing atop me. Instinct drove me to try and wriggle free but it was no use and only seemed to excite him more.
“Oh, you are a live one!”
He took me in that moment, his cock tearing into me, consuming me. There was no gradual build up just a quick almost desperate fucking, he bore down on me hard and I let loose an anguished moan to the delight of the gathered bandits awaiting their turn.
“That’s it boss, fucking show er! Nice and quick and I can get my end away”
More jeering followed as he somehow managed to increase the pace, my head flew around wildly as he lifted me up by my back, his face an inch away from mine. Stinking breath blew into my nose, at the end he twitched and let out a howl like a wolf. The gathered men cheered and applauded.
“Nice one chief, my turn?”
“Sorry Kitch you got seconds last time, better let Currie ave er next so’s he can ave time to get isself right after an fix er up.”
“Thanks boss!”
He rolled me over and once again I felt my arse become violated. He had no sooner entered it though than he let loose a wild stream of semen to the delight of all.
“Hahahaha, look at quick draw, he don’t even chuck ‘is spells that fast!”
“Keep on like that and I’ll fucking show you how fast I can throw my spells”
“Boy, you quick to boil today”
“I’m next!”
It was a voice that brook no argument and I looked toward the heavily muscled form of an orc tower over me, a bit shorter than the chief he seemed twice as wide. When he dropped his breeches it was not just his frame that was huge. I whimpered deep in my throat and tried to roll away from him. He got hold of my arm and pulled me easily to my feet. I swayed in his arms, exhausted already. He guided me to the cave wall and lifted me before lowering me slowly onto his cock. I gasped as I felt it enter me, inexorably opening me up, stretching me, tearing me. I did not have the strength to scream, just tried to batt him away, my arms bouncing feebly off his chest. He let out a long slow breath before he truly began and then bucked up and down, I bounced out and back atop his cock. A pulsing brand that seemed to decimate me. At this a scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged, my whole world reduced to the overwhelming pain in my lower abdomen, this did not feel like sex or even rape but torture. I did not know when it finished, having past out before. I awoke to the warm, soothing balm of healing magic knitting me back together until to look and even feel you would have thought I had never had sex. I would realise in a second how true that was.
“My turn now, me, me, me”
“Ah come on Bennie, I ad dibbs on er”
“Fancy sharing?”
“HAHAHAHA. Yeah might be a laugh, which end you want?”
“Her arse is looking to tasty to turn down!”
“Ok, I’ll take er cunt.”
Like a mannequin they moved me around, the one I did not know the name of climbing underneath me, facing me. Bennie moved behind.
“Ready when you are Kyle.”
Again I felt the sensation of a penis cutting into me, this time with a familiar edge as a newly formed hymen was broken though this hurt much more than the first, Kyle not so gentle as Visarmo had been.
“Fuckin hell Currie, you a fucking genius! You gonna do this every time?”
“What he do?”
Bennie was so intrigued he had forgotten to enter my arse. Kyle though was not easily discarded and continued to thrust into me.
“He only, ah… oh… made er a… fuck yeah!… he only made er a fucking virgin again”
That seemed to spur Bennie who banged straight into my bum hole, his thin cock sliding far in, the room began to spin. The two of them worked away at me, back and forth when one pulled back the other thrust in. Unable to catch my breath, I became ragged letting out shallow pants, my lips parted. It took me moment to register the cock in my mouth but once there I could not escape it as the last bandit had been unable to wait his turn any longer. He did not care for an expert blowjob, simply hammered his cock as far down my throat as he could, choking me. We stayed like that for awhile, the three of them working me between themselves until I passed out again.
This set the tone for the next couple of weeks with the bandits taking me when they felt like it. Periodically one or more left to raid and plunder but I was never left alone. At first I resisted where I could but soon realised this just excited them even more. I tried playing dead, a zombie but this led them to beat me in frustration. In truth it did not take them long to break me and I soon learned to cooperate, doing my best to please them when they wanted me. From there on I was no longer chained to the wall and did odd jobs for them. Cooked and served food, mended clothes and armour, even tend to their wounds when Currie was out of magicka. It was then that Tom arrived. He did not look like the others, a smart clean shaven nord in ordinary town clothes and whistled as soon as he saw me.
He wasted no time, walking straight over he pinned me down and fucked me. It was only when he finished that he looked properly and whistled softly.
“You’ll never guess what you got here boss!”
“What” the Chief looked up.
“You only captured the fucking Dragonborn.”
“The fuck you on about.” I laid there and listened as Tom related my entire fall form grace many of the details I was not sure how had come out, many embellished but one thing that was certain; they knew exactly who I was.
The Chief spoke first.
“Well fuck me, the cunt must be worth a bit. Still, I’m almost disappointed how easy she was to tame. Just fucking look at her. At the sudden attention I looked down and blushed.
“How did such a warrior become such a weakling, not even a proper fight.”
“Hey boss, does this mean we been fucking a man?”
“Do you ever fucking listen Bennie?! She aint a man now, been turned into a fucking woman and aint never gonna be able to turn back. Reckon all those women humours they talk about muddled her fucking brain. Tom, you get your arse in gear and see what we can fucking get, try the Jarl of Whiterun first, reckon she helped him out in a big way once.”
So, Tom left and it was several weeks before he reappeared, several weeks where I was watched closer but still raped daily. Indeed, they seemed to do it more, enjoying holding a power over me. I was their slave and could do nothing.
“Well Tom?”
“No luck from the Jarl of Whiterun, he said she was a disappointment and we could keep her.”
“And the rest?”
Tom maintained a neutral expression.
“Seems the great and good of Skyrim could not give two fucks about the once mighty Dragonborn, even those she helped. None of em willing to offer even a septim for her. Hell some of them seemed to like the idea.”
“So no ransom?” The chief sounded disappointed but also a bit hopeful. Of everyone in the cave he ravaged me the most.
It was then that Tom smiled.
“Well… I did get an offer from a rather… shady looking mage.”
My heart leapt to think of Therin, then confusion. Did I want him of all people to rescue me?
“What’s ‘is name?”
“Galen. Apparently, she messed with some experiment of his awhile back when she was still a warrior, he wants revenge and is willing to pay 80,000 septims to get it! Didn’t see any point in negotiating or checking, I agreed and picked a date and a place not far from here. He’ll arrive in a week for the girl. Should give us chance to prepare if he tries a double cross.”
“Well done Tom! Reckon along with what we took from her we can retire on this!”
My insides had turned to ice, I hadn’t noticed that I had soiled myself when I heard the name. Galen was the most terrifying creature I had ever encountered. The experiments I had found in his castle dungeon had given me nightmares for weeks. It had been a close thing defeating him but like Therin he had escaped, swearing revenge. If he got me rape would be the least of my problems. I would die, but slowly, very slowly. I dared not think about what I would come back as. I needed to escape, but could think of no way to do so. Then again I remembered the name, Therin. The stone. I had no pride left, no dignity to preserve. Naked, dirty defeated, I was the lowest cast of the planet. They had not moved the stone.
I waited until night, pretending to clean and tidy I worked my way toward the table where the soul gem had gone. Kyle, standing on watch at the entrance to the cave paid me no mind. Before I could change my mind I drew my hand along one of the tattered edges of the table and allowed some of my blood to rip down onto the soul gem. It took on a different hue, sparkling red but offered no other outward sign of change. I went back to my corner and laid my head down praying it worked. Over the next couple of days nothing happened and I began to worry that it had either not worked or Therin had given up on me. But then, on the third day, a tall figure in resplendent blue robes walked into the cave. He took the scene in at a glance from the bandits to me, currently being taken roughly by Tom, Bennie on watch at the door had not at first even seemed to be aware of Therin.
“Gentleman! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Therin and I am here to kill you all!”
Bennie was the first to die, an enchanted sword had appeared in Therin’s hand and casually sliced Bennie’s head from his shoulders. Currie died next, a small bolt of lightning ripping through him before he could launch any spells of his own. Three more died before being able to draw a weapon. All consumed within the raging tempest of a small fireball. Only the Chief and Tom remained. Tom had pulled away from me, clumsily trying to pull up his trousers. The Chief rushed, Therin, greatsword upraised only to be frozen in place by a ball of ice. He dropped dead.
Tom tried to speak
“Please I er I…”
Gouts of flame rose from Therin’s hands, engulfing Tom who began to scream until at last he died as well. Without another word Therin turned to leave.
“Therin! Wait!”
And there it was. I had made a choice, one deep in my heart. I had been abandoned by Skyrim, no longer of use to them they had discarded me to the predators. I had been beaten, humiliated, raped and dishonoured. I had no place or purpose, no one. Yet he had come for me when no other would. Whatever his motives, he had done it for me. If I was going to be subservient, if I was going to cast myself in the role of a lesser then I would do it with him.
I did not say anymore but he understood and closed the distance between us. Lifting my chin with his index finger:
“Repeat after me: I bind myself to thee, now and forever. For eternity and beyond I am yours, I belong to you, submit to you, will be ruled by you. Husband, Master I am yours.”
“I bind myself to thee, now and forever. For eternity and beyond I am yours, I belong to you, submit to you, will be ruled by you. Husband, Master I am yours.”
He placed his lips on mine, a soft slow gentle kiss. The magic seemed to rush from his mouth. I had the sense that once my body would have fought this off, now I welcomed him in. Utterly consumed by his soul I felt my lifeforce quicken. I became aware of him in a whole new way. A pining ache. Our lips still locked I pulled him down to me and we made love there on the cave floor.
And for now, this is just about where the story ends. We left for Cyrodil where we make our home in the imperial capital, I watched a dragon rise up as we got to the boarder, I turned away from it and we walked on, both of us done with Skyrim. Therin still experiments, he has shown no desire to overthrow the world just wants to make new discoveries. I in turn keep him in check, chiding him against cutting corners. Stopping him from again destroying others for a fast solution. He calls me his conscience. He is teaching me magic. I am slow learner, a regrettable practitioner but I have all the time in the world to practice. Therin assures me in the long run it will be a greater defence than my efforts with a dagger.
I heard tales of a mysterious Dragon that brought other dragons back from the dead, a beast that legend foretold only the Dragonborn could slay. Nonsense, anything can be killed and sure enough a group of blades and greybeards, their eyes opened to the truth of Dragons, tracked the beast to Sovengarde and there they slew it with the help of the heroes of old, capturing the beast’s soul in a giant ebony soulgem.
I read about all of this with a life, suddenly happy with the quiet life and please if you are reading this do not judge me, do not pity or pray. Simply know I made the best of what I had, tried to do the right thing and would do it again. Perhaps.