Dragonborn Saga

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'Azura, Queen of Dawn and Dusk, Mother of the Rose, Queen of the Night Sky, Magic Between the Realms, Lady of Vanity and Egotism… To what do we owe the pleasure?'

Jon spoke his mind to Azura knowing that she reads his heart.

The glimmering light around Priestess Aranea shone brighter as Azura's Divine Possession, she smiled or rather it was Azura. The smile carried a destructive force of nature that made Jon almost want to back away and talk to her from the other end of the cave.

"A pleasure I may not offer if my words you cannot understand. I hinder you not, Young Jonhild, but your fate and many are entwined." Azura said in an Ethereal voice.

Jon's face carried a hint of a frown.

'Tell me something I don't know.'

He was still in a fit of anger for cutting his own foot and fingers. He also had many questions to ask but he had to be patient in front of Azura.

"Once you tainted the brightest star, you sat a series of actions on the motion of the great wheel of Fate. Things are not the same, Fates changed and my divinity in the land is not as bright as it once was. My divinity can be dealt with but the motions of change are eminent and around the land, it will show effects. My Labours to you is to alter the Fate that will be."

'You mean I changed the Future?'

"Greatly."

'I don't understand…' Jon was confused. 'How can turning the Star into a Black one can alter fate that much? In game… I mean in the future, if the star got altered into black, nothing that serious will happen.'

Azura looked at Jon with interest.

"Speaking of future as you already know."

Jon looked at Azura with displeasure and nodded.

'I performed divination of the future.'

"Then you should know that your current Fate is not as strong as it is in the Future. Your Fate now is chaotic but tomorrow it will be sat in stone. Harder to carve."

'I don't understand… wait! Are you saying that if I tainted the star in the future rather than now, my actions would have no backlash like this one?'

"It is as you said. Your Fate hasn't started to take action, your Fate protects others once it takes action. Now that it hasn't taken action, it can barely shield you and some around you."

Jon was stunned for a second.

He understood what Azura was saying. In other words, when the Game Events start, his actions will be protected by his Fate but because his Fate is currently this strong, it can change many around it. Taking a lot of actions before the start of the Game Events is changing the future on a massive scale.

'This is bad… what exactly have I changed?'

"My Divinity is weakened, who do you think will suffer?"

'... Your Followers.'

"And when the star was tainted Black, who do you think gained power?"

Jon pondered for a bit. The Black Star is a Black Soul Gem which is a basic tool in Necromancy.

'Necromancers?'

"Be specific."

Jon thought fast and managed to put all the clues together. A name came to his mind and his mouth opened wide.

'You've got to be kidding me!'

"I am pleased that you are knowledgeable. Among other things, your Labours shall come Seven. The First was to aid a Laborer in the realm of Madness, the Second was to save the brother whom you need more than you know. You have done both well."

'So Wulfur is safe… I knew it. Thank goodness.' Jon sighed, 'But I don't understand, what does Isha and Wulfur has to do with any of that?'

"Brothers are bonded strong, you shall know and see. The Laborer carries a secret you need for your last Labour."

Jon scratched his head.

'I am completely lost here. So that thing about tainting the star will make 'that guy' my last Labour and Isha is necessary for it?'

Azura nodded.

'Okay, at least I knew my what last Labour will be.' Jon held his head that was started to be painful.

"Worry not, young Jonhild. Your Fate will guide others to triumph, my only purpose is to mend what was torn. You shall receive your Third Labour now." Azura said.

'Wait! I still have questions. Nefertiti, my cat. These vines are blocking us from each other. Where can I find her?' Jon asked in worry.

"Over the Fey worry not, for by you she is bound and in a warm place, she is loved and protected. You need to worry about another."

'Who?'

"The girl with eyes of colors."

'Alina?' Jon asked.

"The other girl."

'Jull? What's wrong with Jull?' Jon's expression's paled. He almost jumped at Azura but Shadow was there to stop him by pinning [Greed] to the ground.

Jon barely behaved but he kept glaring at Azura who only smiled in return.

"A child of Dunmer gave birth to that girl, a girl with mixed race. Do you know why people with mixed race are not a lot seen?" Azura asked.

Jon's brows furrowed. He was aware of the rarity of half race people. In this world, if a man and woman mated and a child was born, in most cases that child will be born in the mother's race with some hints from the father. Still, Jullanar was a Half-Human Half-Elf, a very unusual breed.

Most of those who born with half races die young. This was common knowledge but it is not rare for those children to survive.

'I know why.'

"Then do you understand the reason?"

'I don't.'

"By the Higher Beings, Mortal Races are patronized. From them, they have protection and draw Fate. On birth when given a name, Children gain Fate that if missed will bring demise to their lives and no Higher Being patronize a child of another. That's why mixed-blood children are ignored by Fate. Also, If a Higher Being falls or changes, Fates of those who are patronized follow."

Jon stopped Azura with his hand.

'Hold up a minute. You are saying that Mortals need Higher Beings to patronize them to get Fate and Blessing which is like those Racial Powers, this happens when the child is given a name, right?'

Azura nodded.

'So if anything thing happened to the God that patronize a race, the race will face changes. Like how Trinimac was eaten by Boethiah and then got defecated as a pile of dung, Trinimac changed into Malacath and his followers changed from High Elves into Orcs?'

Azura nodded again with a smile as if she remembered something pleasant.

'Then Jull is like a child who was born with no Fate?'

"A weak Fate, but you already gave her Fate. Not strong but enough for her survival as long as you survive."

'Me?'

"Yes. You gave her a name only you understand, you gave her hope and home. The girl worships you and your Fate qualifies you as a Higher Being. You are patronizing the girl as her God."

'... What?!' Jon was not accepting this anymore.

"With you understanding that, you should know that getting weakened like that has weakened your influence on the girl and she has fallen sick!"

Jon's body shuddered.

The complicated problems in his head are now very simple compared to the matters of divinity. This was way too messed up for his head to handle.

He held his head as a sharp headache assaulted him again. He didn't care and looked at Azura.

'Please…'

Without him saying, Azura nodded.

"Your feelings are sincere. I already protected the girl's life as much as I could so she will survive another half a year but you are her patron is to do the rest. And here comes your Third Labour." Azura said.

Jon's face was grim black but he nodded waiting for hope.

"You are weakened. Heal as soon as you can, the secret lies in the Reach no place else. By Blood, by Curse and by Sacrifice; you shall recover." Azura said so and the Ethereal feeling started to fade.

Before her Divine Possession ends, she left some last words for Jon.

"Help I offer you not but sincerity you may get. Happy Birthday, Young Jonhild."

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His mind turned blank for a few minutes.

Too much needed to be done and he still didn't escape. In a few minutes, someone will come to check but he was not even caring about that anymore.

When Azura disappeared, she took Aranea with her and left Jon to think.

Hell, he can't think anymore.

His Last Labour was revealed to him and he discovered how it was all his fault. Not only that, he discovered the strange state of Jullanar. Not only that, he must not leave the Reach because the cure to his case is in this place.

"FUCK!"

Jon punched the ground with all his might and the ground shock. Level 1, Ebon Blood stage's punch started to shake the cave.

His frustration and hate rose up. Self loath and many negative feelings conflicted with each other. He needed to get this thing over within half a year. Lucky for him, it was plenty of time.

Jon looked around him and so no other thing other than [Greed] with him. It was satisfyingly more than enough.

[Greed] was no ordinary being. It was a part of Jon with abilities that transcend sense. Just like any inhabitant of the Shadow World, it can hide from even the eyes of the Daedric Princes. [Greed] has the ability that Jon calls 'Release' which allows it to possess dead objects and show its true nature or empower it all based on the power of Jon. Rather than that, [Greed] is a formless black matter that can harden in any shape Jon needs; swords, bows, spears, armor… etc. That was enough for Jon who can't use magic and his only power is his ridiculous physical strength.

Keeping some parts of [Greed] as the body parts he cut, Jon walked straight to the entrance of the cave.

Just as he was about to walk out, someone came in.

"G-Grosh!"

The gigantic freak saw Jon walking free and almost fell on his butt.

Jon seemed like his norm but was carrying a strange smile on his face. It was not a determined heroic smile.

It was cold!

It was cruel!

It was sadistic!

Jon may not be able to unleash his Tyrant Aura but sure as hell the Tyrant was released.

He was not just the Tyrant from before. He was a wounded beast who is not burdened by anyone to save at the moment. A lone wounded beast! His mind was overwhelmed with all the things he just heard from the Goddess so he was in a maddened state. To sum it up, the beast was wounded, maddened and lone.

"So… it… is… Grosh!"

Jon couldn't help but feel his heart dance.

"Grosh! Grosh!"

"Yeah… what… ever."

Jon reshaped [Greed] into a long sickle sword and rotated it as he jumped towards Grosh in a blink of an eye and attacked.

Before he would know it, Grosh's head was on the ground.

Jon kicked the head away like a ball and walked to Grosh's body taking Wulfur's hammer from it. The [Champion's Cudgel] was finally in the hands of Jon.

This was a good weapon, now [Greed] can focus on defense.

With that with him, Jon turned around to face the entrance and go out but there seemed to be those ones who usually follow Grosh, the Forsworn kids.

They were standing at their place silently looking at the headless Grosh with shock. The kids seemed to have lost someone they love.

"Tsk!" Jon clicked his tongue.

He was still in a mad state.

"Forsworn always… had… a grudge on… Nords. You hate… me now. Fine! Can't… leave you… to grow up… and get… revenge… one day… can I?"

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