Eyes on the Future: 14. Duty-Bound

“Dovahkiin,” Paarthurnax greeted me, and his voice rang over the mountain as if he aimed to be heard down in Ivarstead. He sat on top of his wall as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t moved for weeks and waited for me. Perhaps he had. I was sore and tired from the way…

Eyes on the Future: 12. Alduin’s Bane

Relief surged through me as we stood in the door and watched after the man walking towards the market place. He didn’t look back, and I relaxed into Farkas’ arms that were slung around my waist. His brother was finally on his way to Jorrvaskr. Vilkas had been taciturn about his conversation with Kodlak, but…

Eyes on the Future: 11. Home Again

“What was that for?” Farkas stood at the foot of the stairs after Vilkas and Njada had left, his face creased into a startled, confused frown. I didn’t know myself. When Vilkas came down the stairs, armoured, freshly painted, sword and bow strapped to his back and his face set in determination, I couldn’t help…

Eyes on the Future: 10. A Job Well Done

Once more we had to make camp, the last time until we’d reach the mysterious tower. But when I told Vilkas to go to sleep and that I’d take the first watch, he shook his head. “Gonna keep you company for a while.” I didn’t want his company. I wanted this night to be over,…

Eyes on the Future: 9. Silent City

“You’re green.” I was swallowing convulsively the saliva that gathered in my mouth, fighting the waves that churned through my stomach. Damned poison, and the foul water had only made it worse. I was too tired to move, even knowing that the nausea would be better if I got up. The adrenaline of the fight…

Eyes on the Future: 8. Into Blackreach

Vilkas sat in a crosslegged squat against the wall, a book in his lap. Did this man never sleep? “You’re still here.” He looked up hesitantly, then nodded at the platter placed on the finely chiselled sidetable beside my bed. I couldn’t help it, but the apple and the strip of dried venison looked as…

Eyes on the Future: 7. Arrival

Three pairs of siblings, two of them twins, all of them related by blood. Moorside Inn was a turmoil of laughter and chatter and greetings when I entered, the bunch of people clumping up at the bar not even noticing that the door opened. Less than an hour ago we had entered Morthal in stonen…