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Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.10

[(Anonymous)]

Kaie was meant to have been in charge of the Forsworn, commander of his military. Uraccen had taken the job instead with Duach as second-in-command. All well and good, but factions were starting to form and Madanach had a horrible feeling that once he died, Duach, Odvan and Uraccen might well tear the Reach apart in the resulting fight for power. About the only other option was declaring Argis heir, but Madanach had a feeling he'd be signing the boy's own death warrant if he did that. Best to let him go to Solitude, marry Elisif, be happy there. Someone might as well be. It wasn't going to be him.

It was in this frame of mind that Madanach retired to his bedroom, the grand master bedroom of Markarth's Jarls and now he had it, he wasn't even sure he wanted it. He'd rather have Druadach Redoubt as home and Kaie in the next tent over. I miss you, daughter. I'd trade all this away to bring you back to life. I should never have taken you to Windhelm, I should have listened to Nepos, left you here... oh Kaie.

He closed the door behind him, leaning back against it, resisting the temptation to sink to the floor in a little ball and howl at the unfairness of it all. As it was, he was having a hard time keeping it together. At least, he was until he glimpsed movement, a flash of black and red cloth in his chair, facing the waterfall, heard the sound of someone else breathing and by Sithis he wasn't alone.

Mage armour sparked into life around him and lightning crackled into his hands.

“Who are you,” he growled, grief forgotten. “How did you get in here?”

“Oh, don't blame your guards, no one sees me if I don't want them to,” a woman laughed, and while the accent was a Reach one, it wasn't quite like the rest of the Forsworn. Softer. Less rough edges. A bit more cultured, with hints of Cyrodiil and High Rock and even Morrowind, as if the speaker had travelled. She got to her feet, dressed in the Shrouded Robes of the Brotherhood, the hood hiding her face, but she was about three inches shorter than him and from the look of her, young but not inexperienced. A Dark Brotherhood assassin and a skilled one, but not one of those from Falkreath... or was she? Madanach recalled hearing how Liriel had had another recruit at her side when killing Drascua, not one of Astrid's but one of hers, and Madanach vaguely recalled that Nord werewolf dying in agony as a woman in Shrouded Armour had shocked him to death then shoved a sword into his chest in a move that would have done any Forsworn proud. Was this her?

“Did Liriel send you?” Madanach asked warily. The woman stood facing him, faint smile just visible under that hood. She nodded once.

“It's not a contract, is it?” Madanach asked, fairly certain it probably wasn't. Liriel would take no contract against him, but if she ever did, she'd probably see to it in person. The woman shook her head.

“No,” she whispered, voice catching in her throat. “No, I... I heard you lost your daughter. I was told you needed an heir.”

Now things had just got very weird indeed, although Liriel had always been a pragmatic sort and sending a Reachwoman Dark Sister to be surrogate mother was the type of thing she might think of. All the same, he preferred being consulted on this sort of arrangement first.

“I just lost my daughter, I'm not taking another wife just yet,” he growled. “Or a concubine, for that matter. Out with it. Why did she send you?”

Laughter that was almost a sob. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“Should I?” Madanach asked, but his instincts were nagging at him, something telling him he should know this woman, and then he remembered what Liriel had said she'd confidently be able to do. Surely not, it hadn't even been a month...

It can't be. You can't be alive, here, come home, you can't...

She'd not replied, just staring at those muffled shoes of hers, shoulders hunched and arms folded as her earlier confidence died out of her. As if she feared his reaction.

“Show me your face,” he whispered. “If we know each other, show me your face. You could be anyone under there.”

Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.11

[(Anonymous)]

Slowly, she raised her hands to her hood and as it fell back to reveal dark blonde hair just like his had once been, Madanach felt his mouth go dry. He saw her face, and blind eye with the war-paint that hid scars but only made the injury more visible aside, he saw Mireen there, Keirine as a young woman, his own features too, but more than anything, he saw Eithne. The image of his firstborn, come home.

She was breathing deeply, almost gasping for breath, as she raised her eyes to his. Madanach stepped closer, own breath catching in his throat, sure this wasn't real, it couldn't be, not Eola come back to him...

“It can't be,” he whispered. “Surely not...”

She nodded slowly, putting a hand to her mouth, tears in her eyes.

“It's me,” she breathed. “Daddy, it's me, I came home...”

There were tears on her cheeks and Madanach's own vision was starting to blur as he reached her, hand raised to touch her face. She actually did sob at that, leaning into his hand.

“She found you,” Madanach gasped, barely able to believe that Eola, his Eola, had finally come back to him. He'd still got a daughter. Still got an heir. Got his little princess back. “Liriel actually found you. Eola...”

Eola nodded, dissolving into tears, and Madanach pulled her into his arms, holding her to him, kissing the top of her head and clutching her to his chest, afraid to let her go in case she ran away again.

“I'm sorry,” Eola sobbed, clinging on to him. “I'm so sorry.”

“Daughter,” Madanach gasped, knowing his own tears were flowing and not caring. “You came back. You're not... you're not dead.”

Eola shook her head, still weeping. Madanach could barely believe it. She'd heard, she must have heard the news, all of it, he'd hoped she might, wondered constantly but decided she didn't care any more or she'd have come to see him, surely? Now she had, and she clearly cared because here she was, sobbing all over him like it was her fault. Gods, never, none of it, didn't she realise that?

“You came home,” he murmured, kissing her again. “That's all that matters. You're here and alive, that's the important thing, the only thing. Cariad, cariad, you're home now. It's all right. I've got you.”

“It's not all right!” she sobbed. “I ran away! And – and Kaie's gone and I never got to...”

Never got to say goodbye? Or that she was sorry? Madanach didn't know a lot about how Kaie and Eola had got on, they'd not really talked about it much, but while Kaie had had a lot of anger towards Eola for running, he'd seen enough to know that the anger masked a deeper hurt. Kaie had cared about her little sister even though she'd disapproved. Seemed the feeling had been mutual.

“I don't blame you for running,” Madanach said quietly. “After what your mother did to you, I'm not surprised, in fact I'm proud of you for not taking it. We suffered enough from the Nords, we shouldn't have to put up with abuse from our own. I just wish I'd been there when you needed me.”

“You were in Cidhna Mine, you couldn't help it,” Eola whispered. Madanach could only laugh bitterly at that.

“Oh m'inyeen. I should have broken out years ago. I wanted to. Wanted to go after you, try and find you... where did you go? What happened to your eye? Have you been in the Dark Brotherhood all that time, is that how you met Liriel?”

Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.12

[(Anonymous)]

“No, no, Liriel only recruited me recently,” Eola laughed, finally smiling. “I went all over the place, travelled the world, did a bit of mercenary work, studied at Winterhold, went to Blacklight and Daggerfall and Cheydinhal, learnt all sorts. Lost the eye in a conjuration experiment gone wrong. But I missed home, so I came back. I – I was living rough in some old Nordic ruins, living like a bandit, hunting at night so the Forsworn didn't see me. I don't know why I came back, but I guess I was hoping for news of – of you. Then the dragons came back and the Draugr in the tomb I lived in all rose from the dead and I had to run. I hid myself in Markarth, stayed out of sight, and then Liriel found me there. She went back to the ruins with me and killed all the Draugr and we've been friends ever since. Then she helped you break out and started hanging out with you and asking me all sorts of questions about the Forsworn and she turned out to be the Night Mother's Matriarch. So of course I helped her.”

“It was you who helped her kill Drascua,” Madanach whispered, not sure whether to scream at her for risking her life like that or be very impressed. He settled for impressed. He didn't want her to run away again after all. Eola nodded.

“Yeah. She comes in about a month after you escaped, saying someone very high up in the Forsworn is losing patience with the Matriarchs and wants them bringing into line and needed the children of Sithis to do it for them. There's only one person in the Forsworn who'd see the Hags as rivals and not be one. Of course I said yes. Anything my da needs, my da gets.”

Including an heir to the throne, it seemed. A talented, brave, resilient, loyal heir to the throne who could lose an eye and just brush it off as an experiment gone wrong (what had she been summoning exactly??).

“That's very sweet of you, daughter,” Madanach murmured, stroking her hair as she nestled up against him. “Thinking of your old da like that, I'm touched.”

He felt her laugh, fingers squeezing his upper arm, and while he might be joking on the outside, he was barely containing himself on the inside. She'd been five when he last saw her, a tiny little thing who followed him everywhere and wanted to be just like him when she grew up and wanted to be a mighty warrior-witch too so they could kill Nords together. She always had idolised him. He'd loved the attention even while he'd recalled how brutal and bloody the reality was and felt horrible about the eventual disillusionment. He'd always imagined he'd be there to help her through it. As it was, he'd been torn away from her first.

“I didn't even think you'd remember me,” Madanach said, rather glad she couldn't see his face right now. “I thought you must have grown up, gone away and forgotten about me. I didn't think I'd ever see you again.”

Eola shook her head, finally lifting her face up to look at him, blotchy and tearful but he still thought she looked beautiful.

“How was I ever supposed to forget you?” she whispered. “You were everything to me! I loved you so much... and then you were gone. They said you'd been taken prisoner, but I never believed them. I thought you'd died, you must have done, how could anyone lock you away? Took me years to finally realise even you had your weaknesses. I didn't think I'd ever see you again either... but I never forgot.”

Madanach couldn't even talk by this point, a master speech-maker lost for words. All he could do was hold his daughter in his arms and weep for the ones he'd lost... and for the last of them returned to him, one last gift from the old gods. Kaie was gone and he'd always mourn her as he grieved for her sisters... but Eola lived and was his again. By the grace of the old gods, he swore that this time, he'd get it right.

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A/N: And there you go, a nice happy reunion to warm your hearts and console you after the angst-fest that the last two chapters were. Next chapter - Eola and Madanach are finding that all is not running smoothly as both have to start dealing with who the other actually is, not who they remember. Fortunately, Liriel and Cicero are on hand to help, and the timing couldn't be better as the Reach's politics take an unexpected turn.

Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.12

[(Anonymous)]

There is so much awww in this chapter. Eola's goodbye to Kaie was especially touching.