Dragonborn Saga

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(Part 1: A Dragon and A Wolf)

Each girl Jon is in a relationship with is different in a way.

Alina is the sweet lady-like well-endowed beauty who tends to him the most, she is a two-faced person not in a bad way but her anger is something that makes the weather shift, she is quite the jealous type but she knows her position as the only woman who stands to him shoulder to shoulder, his true partner.

Jullanar started as Jon’s thrall and takes pride in every aspect of the fact. She shifts moods all the time like day and night, she likes strange things and tends to please Jon by anything possible. She was with him long before Alina and all know her value to him. Despite all that, Alina never got jealous of Jullanar because the former knew that the latter has something that she never had and quite admired, a sprinkle of crazy.

On the other hand, Aela was the latest addition to the family and the former two didn’t accept her well at first. She was a Werewolf and she loved to be violent in her relationship with Jon. She also doesn’t live under Jon’s roof and prefers to journey all over Skyrim then return to him telling tales. Jon quite liked her attitude and Alina let it pass for the only reason for Jon getting less involved with the bathhouse girls after Aela joined the gang. Aela was later accepted by Alina and Jullanar especially during the time Jon went missing in Markarth, she spared no effort and mobilized every Companion in Markarth not leaving the Reach until Jon was found.

Between the passionate Alina, the naughty Jullanar, and the hardcore Aela; Jon managed to please and be pleased with three women but once he had to leave Skyrim. It started to feel a bit lonely and his Meditative Training started to decline because of the lack of partnership to exchange Anuic and Padomic energies.

That was until he met Miranda and hooked up with her. As his latest partner, she was well aware of his Wife, Girlfriend, and Mistress; respectively Alina, Jullanar, and Aela. Jon and Nefertiti would talk about them all the time. Despite being a smart person, Miranda was dense regarding relationships despite her masochist tendencies and barely thought of Jon’s partners as anything she should be wary of. But now... now she was in front of Aela not knowing who she is up against.

Between Aela and Miranda, Aela was much stronger. She put down both Mirren and Kareem in one move dragged Miranda all by herself. Forget about martial skills and artistic moves; Aela was faster, stronger and moved efficiently without wasting energy. She was with Jon much before Miranda and learned meditation and a lot of things from him, she was not someone they can compete with.

On the other hand, Miranda was pulling her karambit daggers to face Aela after losing her bow.

Aela was wearing a fur armor which was known to be just trash yet her version of Fur armor was none other than [Savior’s Hide], the armor that can even block a stab from the [Spear of Bitter Mercy].

"Come, I’ll give you a good thrashing and make you talk." The Huntress said with a wild grin.

Her face was scary even with her beautiful looks. The paint on her face covers most of that beauty but one closer look is enough to reveal it all. On top of that beauty, her Aura was that of a Beast, a terrifying Aura that gives terror and makes the opponent feel weak and tremble with primal fear. Her red hair was disheveled as she likes it to be giving the Huntress the looks of a true wildling and just like Miranda, she is a master of archery and dual daggers.

"Hya!"

Miranda didn’t want to be exposed to Aela’s intimidation more than that so she took the first step to attack. She stepped forward not rushing and performed an uppercut with her blade aiming at Aela’s neck, Aela avoided but an instant later, she discovered that Miranda was ghosting another attack with her knee under that uppercut.

Anyone would be confused by Miranda’s flexibility but not Aela, she opened her maw wide and bit Miranda’s knee... with her mouth.

This was not natural.

This was not normal by all means.

Miranda felt the pressure on her knee from Aela’s jaws and felt like her bones would crash even with a plate protector guard on her knee. The way Aela’s jaw moved and started to transform was scary.

Miranda tried hard to free her knee before Aela could chomp it off so she stabbed towards Aela with a dagger and cut the strip of her knee guard with another yet Aela was much faster. Aela caught Miranda’s two hands stopping all her movements. Miranda risked it all in one move by using the other knee and finally managed to hit Aela’s face and free her knee. Instantly, she took space away from Aela.

Seeing Aela transform, Miranda realized this was no normal transformation. Aela was not transforming into a normal werewolf with a regular appearance. She was in a more human appearance than that of a monster. Only her jaws extended a little and her arms and legs grew larger with red fur covering them, her back and feet didn’t even extend like a normal werewolf.

What sort of transformation was that? Miranda couldn’t help but question the fact.

Aela was clearly a werewolf but to think she was capable enough to only activate the Beast Form partially to the point where she can just take out the biological weapons of a werewolf and ignore the rest of the transformation?

Aela had the sharp fangs for teeth in her jaws and the sharp claws for her nails. This was an efficient and complete accurate transformation to the point where she still looks recognizable. She didn’t even look feral or out for blood, she was grinning playfully watching Miranda lose her cool.

"You’re done for, soft gut."

Aela jumped while sweeping with her claws at Miranda’s face but all of a sudden, a portal opened between the two and someone flew from it.

"Get out of here. This is not your place to hide."

"Yes, this is our place only. Don’t you hide in little girls’ places once again."

Nefertiti and Beth seemed to have kicked Jon out of the Shadow World.

"No! Wait!"

He desperately tried to go back but by instincts, he was already blocking Aela’s claw attack and Miranda’s desperate stab.

Nefertiti and Beth grinned playfully and closed the portal to Shadow World. Just a minute ago, Jon detected Aela’s Aura way before she detected him and went as far as using the [Skeleton Key] to gain access to the Shadow World. Nefertiti and Beth who were hanging out over there discovered him and sent him away by force right in the most awkward of positions all thanks to Beth’s accurate planning and Nefertiti’s flawless execution.

Meanwhile, Jon was feeling some intense gazes burning through him.

"H- H- Hey, girls... I see you’ve already... met."

*Swoosh*

*Swoosh*

All of a sudden, their anger was completely directed at him. Flawlessly, Jon teleported away.

"We can talk about this, just calm..."

"Don’t tell me to calm down!" Miranda was displeased.

"You unfaithful man!" Aela was more aggressive.

"O- Okay."

Jon was feeling awkward about the two girls facing each other this way and him hiding at this time. He knew that Aela won’t hurt Miranda or Miranda would be able to hurt Aela but the two were still on bad terms.

"That’s your werewolf girlfriend?" Miranda put on Altmer airs.

"Hmph! You’re dating a snowberry Elf." Aela mocked Miranda bluntly.

"Okay... I guess you guys should... maybe calm down."

"I’m leaving... going ahead." Miranda didn’t want to stay any longer and walked away.

Jon looked at Miranda as she left and didn’t say much, he then turned his eyes at Aela and wanted to say something but he only smiled at her.

"You’re still short-tempered." He said.

She looked at him as she reversed her transformation quite smoothly.

"... You’re still playing around." She said.

"Come on, is that what is really making you upset?" He asked as he walked closer to her. He extended his hand to hold her hand but she walked back.

"Don’t touch me!" She said and backed off.

"But I missed you." He walked after her.

"Yea... were you thinking about us when you were with your Elf doll." She asked.

Jon looked to the side and wanted to stand up for Miranda but as she Aela said, Miranda actually looked like a doll or rather a wax statue. She was exceptionally beautiful even for human standards.

"She’s better than other elves, believe me." He said.

"She looks like a dumb blonde bimbo." Aela pushed him away.

"She is not dumb at all, she is quite smart actually and she is very perceptive and quick-witted." He felt like he had to stand up for Miranda.

"Really? Fine, she’s a High Elf, she’s blonde, she’s taller than Alina. Do you have any idea how many household rules you broke so far?" Aela asked.

Jon frowned and started counting.

"... All of them!" His face went pale when he remembered about the household rules.

"Get your shit together, Jon. Don’t you know how insecure Alina is about girls taller than her?"

"... Okay, okay..." Jon said as he removed his mask to wipe off his sweat.

As he was about to put it on again, Aela held his hand making him halt on putting the mask.

"Oh... sorry." Jon realized he had the mask on the whole time.

Aela looked at the fact that she hasn’t seen for more than a year. She smiled forgetting all her rage just now.

"You haven’t aged one day." She said.

"A few." He said, "After a certain point of Meditative Training, I got to have an Eternal Flesh. My aging has stopped." He said.

"You... You are immortal?" She backed down with a yellow face.

"No. my appearance doesn’t age beyond 18 anymore. It is after you complete the perfect human frame." He said.

"Oh! Right... Alina was about to advance the last time I met her... but she was halting it for some time."

"I see... she must have figured out that there are Aetherial Tribulations."

"What is that?"

"Nothing you should concern yourself with right now." Jon said as he touched her cheek.

She reacted by trying to bite off his hand but he retreated his hand away.

"Haha! Don’t be mad at me." He said.

"Who is mad? I hate soft moves, you sweet roll. Be a man."

"Goodness me! They keep calling you the Huntress this and the Huntress that. They should just call you Mad Dog Aela."

"Mad Dog? Fine, this Mad Dog is about to dig her claws in your back and her fangs in your ears." She said as she held him violently.

"Oh!" Jon smiled playfully, "You only do that when you hit the climax." He joked.

On the other hand, she was serious to the point where her claws actually started to grow.

"How do you do that?" He asked.

"Alina said I’ve refined parts of the Daedric Wolf Spirit in me so I can control it more."

"Fascinating!" Jon was completely aggroed by the new discovery.

"Now, I’ll refine that Dragon between your legs."

"Oh! Are you now?" Jon felt like being flattered and changed his accent a bit Bretonish, "Well, I must say I’m quite intrigued but we are in a Royal Garden now and I hate to make the king wait."

"You care?"

Jon looked around then called out Mirren on Telepathy.

{Make the King wait.}

"Hm?"

"He’ll wait."

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(Part 2: King Abbas)

Sometime later, Jon joined the group back in the front of the king’s palace where some guards were on standby.

"Quiet blunt of you to make the king wait." A young man spoke to Jon directly.

"Can’t a man do his business in peace?" Jon replied rudely.

"Tsk! Damn Nomad!" The other man didn’t seem to be quite pleased with Jon’s attitude.

"Hmph!" Jon snorted in disdain not even willing to acknowledge whoever the man in front of him is, "Where is the King?"

To Jon’s question, the man turned his head.

"He’s making us wait as well."

"Really now?" Jon didn’t seem to like it.

"Peasant, when you are presented in front of the king, you better get on your knees." The young man present spoke to Jon.

"Why? Do you guys have walking problems when you stand in front of that King?" Jon spoke bluntly taking the Nomad role a bit too far.

"You insolent..." The young man was about to rush at Jon but a voice stopped him.

"Prince Zaid." It was Aela calling for him.

Zaid stopped glaring at Jon when he saw Aela and made an awkward face.

"Warrior Aela, it is nice to see you. What brings you here?" He asked with all smiles.

Aela rolled her eyes while looking aside then faced the young man who happened to be a prince once again.

"I was checking those infiltrators and investigated around." She said.

"Investigating? Oh, you mean the banging that happened a while ago?"

""Banging?""

For some reason, both Aela and Jon reacted the same reaction at the same time with the same tone and the same fright.

"Yes, the land was banging a few minutes ago. We dispatched some soldiers around the city but it seems that the bangs came from the palace so the king is keeping it under lockdown until the source is identified." Prince Zaid said.

"Oh! That banging!" Jon made an understanding face so fast.

"Yes, I felt something of the way. It was quite strange and I looked around. Maybe something related to magic." Aela dismissed it as doubtless as Jon.

"Or maybe something dormant like a Sleeping Dragon." Mirren wanted to add something to the mix.

"How accurate!" Jon mindlessly agreed.

"Not really." Aela said glaring at him.

"No. It was definitely banging." Miranda confirmed it.

"... Maybe." Jon wanted to avoid that word.

"Definitely, it also should have felt good... those bangs... in the ground." Aela directed a sassy tone to Miranda who looked unamused.

Mirren looked between Miranda and Aela after being briefed about Aela’s identity from Miranda just a while ago and managed to envision what just happened. He looked at Jon with wide eyes but Jon pushed his face away.

Meanwhile, not anyone other than those four could figure it out and thought that Aela and Miranda had some sort of rivalry after they fought earlier.

"Lord Kareem, please keep your attendants in check?" Prince Zaid wanted to take Aela’s side.

"Keep who in what?" Jon questioned.

"Did I direct words to you, Nomad?"

"Do you need to direct words at me for me to reply to you? How do you, city rats, even speak properly?"

"This man... he’s unbearable. I’ll report your group for slandering Warrior Aela." Prince Zaid pointed fingers at Jon then turned to Aela and tried to invite her away from those barbarians but got bluntly refused.

Not long after, the chamberlain came out from the palace’s main building and invited Kareem and his group in. The inside of the palace was very decorated with the Redguard style that came second only to the Aldmeri architecture in its beauty.

With fountains, goldware, and damsels all over the Sultan’s Palace, Jon couldn’t help but shake his head wryly. What was this dumb King trying to do?

It was clear as day, he wanted to impress the Nomad Mage known as Krilon. The man who walked into the Royal Palace of Sentinel without alerting anyone, the man who is supposed to be a Nomad whose civil experience follows its basic needs.

Jon always wanted to be underestimated by acting like the sheep to eat the wolf. Why he played the Role of a Nomad was for a situation like this when the king tries to impress him with shiny stuff to rope him to his side.

Probably the reason why the kind shut the palace for a little while and sent a prince to make sure the guests are in check was to prepare this scene to amaze a pumpkin-like Krilon.

Sadly, he was playing in Jon’s hand from the get-go. Jon dumbed the credit on Kareem, acted as Nomad and will keep playing idiot till the end.

And now, in front of the king, Jon and the others stood.

"So, King. The swords we came for, did you prepare them? You should know they are vital in destroying the walking dead, right?" Jon ignored all else around him and directly spoke to the king.

The people around the king were baffled by the unmannered Nomad and wanted to educate him but a mage with Krilon’s name had his disposition for his immense power was known across Hammerfell by now.

King Abbas was trying to see a weakness in the man named Krilon but the latter seemed to be fortified in a layer of density.

"Mage Krilon, why don’t you sit down and enjoy yourself first. The palace is a tranquil place and mages such as yourself must value quiet..." The king said but Jon cut him.

"Battle Mage." He said.

"Hm?" The King questioned.

"I am not a Mage, I am a Battle Mage." He said ever so proudly.

Jon can be called both a Mage and a Battle Mage before but this time, acting as a Mage that only serves in fights gives him the opportunity to not be swayed by research offers and colorful materials.

The King sighed and regarded Krilon as a tough nut to crack. He needs his ally, Kareem, in pocket first and from there, he can exercise some control on Jon but from what it looked like, Jon was pretty independent of the Army. The easiest thing to rope such a person would be to play along with their game until favor is indebted.

"So, Battle Mage. You are in need of my Ansei Wards, you should know the value of those Ward to Sentinel and all of Hammerfell, right?" King Abbas asked.

"True. Items of olden times forged by and from the Souls of three Heroic Sword Saints, Sword-Singers is what they called. They forged a pact with a Divine Spirit and became the ultimate bane of Necromancy in Hammerfell... or so the myth tells." Jon said in the manners of a mage.

"Impressive! A student of the Arcane indeed. Then you should know what it means to possess a Shehai left by a long-dead Sword Singer."

"I do know. Sword Singers have long since gone extinct, a tradition every Redguard dreamt about being the Hero who would bring back. A power so terrifying that it devastated the old home of Redguards and from its name, the mystical classification for it should be Tonal Magic, the strongest known magic."

"Remind me not to underestimate the knowledge of a mage next time." The King giggled.

"Don’t underestimate the knowledge of a mage next time." Jon replied.

"Ahahaha!" The King burst out in laughter.

"The swords?" Jon asked.

"They are here but... let’s say you convinced me to give them to you, do you really think you can wield them?" The King asked.

Unamused, Jon gave a silent sigh and nodded.

"Oh! And who might that be? The Elf girls?" The King questioned.

"We are not sure yet but one of our group can." Kareem said.

"Hmmm... and you want to use the wards to protect the land from Necromancy." The King seemed rather doubtful.

"You’ll have to do with anyone who can wield a Ward." Jon said.

The King was offended at this one word Jon said.

"For a Nomad without a sense of belonging, this is rather easy for you to say but I wish to see no one other than Redguards wield those Blades. Do you understand?"

The King felt like he was taking this matter over the very survival of his nation, Sentinel. Jon could understand him very well actually for he holds Winterhold in the same value.

"Loud and clear." Jon nodded, "But whatever that is, you must know that wielding not one blade but all the three will require you to widen your area of search. I think you are already looking for candidates to wield the Ward."

"Indeed."

"I’ve brought you four and better now than never."

The King seemed to be less amused than Jon. Now were troubled times and this mage Krilon seemed to be less cooperative than ever. Such a powerhouse can’t be let to roam the lands freely else he is to be considered an enemy of the powers of the lands thus would any monarch react yet one thing was certain and that was the need for a man like him was important at the moment. It is "if you are not with us, you’re against us" but now is not the time for infighting.

"You are smarter than you act, mage. The offer still stands until the dead are dealt with." King Abbas spoke his rule and stood off his comfortable seat.

The funny thing was that the other people and erotic maids littered around the room all walked out as unamused as their king, one could see that each one of them was carrying a dagger or a blade hiding carefully. Jon couldn’t help but grin, a harem of housecarls is a dream to every nobleman indeed.

Following the king who walked to a certain place in his palace and following him through a corridor well hid in plain sight, the group arrived at a stairway leading down to a vault protected by a Dwemer Brass gate and a bunch of stone crafted statues of warriors on both sides of the hallway leading to it.

"Beyond that gate lies the sacred blades, advance at your own risk." The King said as he pushed the brass door open.

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(Part 3: The Gay Scene... Gone Wrong)

In there, a room was revealed looking run down with some parts of its wall crumbled and sand coming down from at a corner. From the gate, there was a stone walkway and at its end was a crucial platform with three statues taking three different poses. [Pic "Ansei Wards Hall" in Instagram and Discord]

On the walkway, there were some young men and women who were crawling on the ground trying to advance forward, some were even passed out while others were in critical condition.

"The Ansei Wards are not just some fancy sword kept under the Palace. They can even protect themselves in this hall as well as the rest of Hammerfell weakening all Necromancy." The King said.

"So, they should just be kept here weakening all the presence of Necromancy in general." Jon said.

"If that’s the case then you are right but lately, this grim sky above our home is nullifying the effect of the Wards. They are called Wards for the sole reason of being kept here to protect, not to be taken out to strike." The King explained.

"And what went wrong?" Jon asked pointing at the men and women lying on the hallway.

"The Ansei Wards must be taken every Era for a pilgrim by three worthy champions to renew the pact with Tu’whacca. The power of the three Ansei Majah, Radan and Halelah can’t provide the Wards forever and so it must be done. A pilgrim to the long lost Ansei Pyramid." The King said, "I’ve heard that a Mercenary with the name of Krilon has discovered it alongside the Citadel of Ebonarm and that’s when the situation all started."

"You are missing a lot of details so don’t be a hasty judge." Jon replied.

"I am not a hasty judge so I want to hear the details but for now... let’s see which of your candidates has what it takes." The King said and kept watching.

"What’s with them? Why can’t they move?" Mirren asked pointing at the young men and women in the room.

"Sword Pressure." Jon replied.

"Oh! You are knowledgeable about Ansei Swordsmanship?" King Abbas question Jon.

"I’ve read the extended edition of the Book of Circles and practice from it." Jon said.

"That makes you a Redguard... honorary one, at least." The King said in mockery, "Well, which one is going first?"

Without answering, Miranda walked out first with her face expressionless but Jon could tell how annoyed she was. He hurriedly held her back from the shoulder.

"Not now." He said then looked at Kareem, "You go first."

"Am I really that much of a scapegoat to you?" Kareem refuted.

"You are any kind of goat you want to be other than a scapegoat. Just be done with it already, you’ll do it in a jiffy."

Jon had a lot of faith in Beth’s prophecy. With the [Soul Sword] of Prince A’tor acknowledging Kareem, he can easily go and get an Ansei Ward.

"Alright." Kareem became dejected and stepped forward inside the room with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

He was clenching his teeth expecting the pressure to crush him down like how it did with the others but it didn’t. He was just standing there opening his eyes slowly. He was covered by a dim golden Aura that kept going brighter each second as he just stood there.

The King opened his eyes wide and couldn’t believe what he just saw.

"Here you have it. A Redguard prince whose lineage is noble and deeds are known." Jon said bragging with Kareem.

"Amazing!" King Abbas with enthralled by the mystical energy covering Kareem.

The King was a spearman rather than a swordsman so he took no part in the ceremony that kept failing. However, this was the first time in his life to regret choosing the spear over the sword when he was young.

"Hey, just get it over with already, we’ve things to do." Jon shouted at Kareem and the latter woke up from his daydreaming.

As he was about to go to the platform to carry an Ansei Ward, he looked at the nearest person to him lying on the ground. A sense of justice and mercy kicked in him and he got down to carry the man and walked him out.

"Seriously?" Jon cringed at the politeness of Kareem and simply walked to the side.

Kareem didn’t stop what he was doing and rescued every man and woman affected by the pressure until he arrived at the last person whose hands just touched the platform. This was by far the most talented individual in the group to reach this far in the room.

"Prince Yazid!" Kareem exclaimed.

Prince Yazid son of King Abbas, the heroic prince who led the fighters of Sentinel against the Necromancers in the past couple of days, was here as well.

"Ka- Kar...eem?" Yazid reacted to Kareem as he regained his consciousness slowly.

"Hold on, I’ll get you out."

As it seemed, Kareem and Yazid were friends and very close at that since the days Kareem was studying at the Academy of Sentinel. Such a reunion was a good motivator for Kareem to stick to the righteous pass despite Jon’s glares.

As he was done, Kareem hurried to the Circular Platform once again. Once he stood in front of it, he started to feel the pressure that was fended off by the [Soul Sword] so far. Still, he managed to remain his ground and took one more step ahead.

At that time, one of the statues reacted by glowing in blue light.

"You really have some good lighting effects here in Hammerfell." Jon mocked with a grin.

The King snorted and kept focusing on Kareem.

This blue light started to condense outside the statue on the right and formed a sphere which then morphed into the ghost of a person. A Sword Saint!

The Sword Saint looked at Kareem and spoke some words that only Kareem could hear, he then disappeared and the statue’s hand opened releasing the sword that fell down.

Kareem seemed to be ready and picked the sword right away. Without any lighting or sound effects, he took the sword and went back.

"Hey, hey. Show me, show me."

All of a sudden, both King Abbas and Jon held Kareem to a corner and started inquiring him about what the sword feels like and what did the Spirit of the Sword Saint say. It was too much for Kareem whose nervous attitude got the best of him and made him crash.

"Hey, get away from him."

At that moment, Prince Yazid who was resting on the side got up and pushed the King and Jon away from Kareem.

"He is unaware of it but he spent a lot of Energy to save us all. At least give him a breather." Prince Yazid said.

"Just that made him go that pale? Hmph! Kids these days. Back in the day we would have swallowed a whole jug of camel ghee and patrolled the desert twice on foot." The King felt disappointed.

"That’s very boomer of you." Jon cringed by King Abbas and lost interest in what happened, he still has two more candidates.

"You’re up." He spoke to Miranda.

"..." The latter didn’t say much and just walked into the room.

"She’s angry at you? Did you make my sister angry?" Mirren questioned Jon in an angry tone but Jon only shrugged his shoulders.

Still, as soon as they looked up, they could see Miranda stumbling down and falling after the first step.

"Mira!" "Sis!"

Jon and Mirren rushed ahead but stopped at the gate’s limit. They were not sure if they could be of help there.

"Wait... I’ll go... I’ll bring her." Kareem stumbled up staggering after he lost a lot of stamina.

"Rest first." Jon waved at him to sit and rest and kept thinking.

"Hmph! Alina would have done that without a hitch." From the back, Aela spoke.

"Yeah, but she isn’t here now and this was not supposed to go like this." Jon said.

His words seemed to have leaked out loud as the others were all looking at him.

"Wasn’t supposed to go like this?" Mirren was the fastest to pick up.

Jon closed his eyes almost slapping himself for the tongue slip he made but there was no escape already.

"Beth said one of you will wield an Ansei Ward." Jon said.

"Beth? She said that? Don’t you trust the words of a little girl too much? What were you thinking..." Mirren was about to give Jon a lecture but Jon hurriedly put his hand on Mirren’s mouth to shut him up.

"Wait wait wait! I get it now." Jon smiled, "I knew it."

He turned around to Mirren and held him from his shoulders closely.

"I don’t know why or how but I remember her mentioning something about our thing." Jon said with maddened eyes.

"This is going to be fun." Aela said as she recognized Jon’s "about to fuck shit up" tone.

"What thing?" Mirren shivered as he was aware of it as well.

"Our thing, silly. *whisper* The Gay Scene *whisper*."

It was a wonder how Jon’s head reached this conclusion to the point that the scientists of WIT (Winterhold Institute of Technology) from the 9th Era failed to find a logical equation to conclude how Jon came to this conclusion in the Biography of Jon Dare.

Back to the 4th Era, Mirren shuddered from the thought and pushed Jon away almost immediately. Judging by Jon’s superior physique, it was as if he was pushing against a wall rather than pushing himself backward into the Ansei Wards Hall.

He stumbled backward and fell on his sister, Miranda.

At that time, the Mystical Tonal Energy in the Hall combined with the suddenness of the situation, the insecure emotions of Miranda regarding Jon’s other partners and the fearful emotions of Mirren regarding his chastity as well as the time, space and fate all formed a unique situation that reacted with the bond between the Altmer Twins and the Blessing of Mephala bonding them together. [A/n: yeah, it is quite forced.]

Once everything was in order, a strange magical situation happened. The Twins had a phenomenon happening to them flashing in strong white light that took over the surrounding in a second before disappearing leaving only one person behind.

Not a person anyone could recognize... or rather... a person who should have never existed.

A High Elf taller than any High Elf, no one was able to tell if it was a man or a woman. The bone structure was okay for the first glance but it wasn’t for those who know bones.

It resembled both Mirren and Miranda rather well.

This person stood up under the pressure of the room effortlessly.

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[Blessing of Mephala]

- Aspects of Duality: By the Unforeseen Blood that knows no limits, the one becomes two.

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