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From: (Anonymous)
Arria knocked at the frame of Vilkas’ opened door to signal her arrival, and he turned from where he had been rummaging among his possessions.

His face was solemn, and he held a scrap of sealed paper in his hands.

“Kodlak gave this to me, to give to you. Upon a time.”

“Upon a time?” she questioned.

“He said, should anything happen to him and should you have need of the comfort of words. It was long ago, before he sent you to Glenmoril, and I did not understand his melancholy. I was too resentful of secrets kept from my knowing. And in the aftermath of his death, I....”

He trailed off and simply held out the note.

She reached for it, then turned to sink down upon his bed to read it, tracing her fingers over the scrawl of her name at the top of the parchment. Kodlak’s writing was so different from Ulfric’s imposing words, his letters small and neat and somehow calming in their ordered repose.

Arria, I am writing this to you as even now I consider your aid to these companions, and your loyalty to our deeper cause. It is my belief that one such as you can carry our legacy to great heights, should one day you aspire to become our Harbinger. I have shared this observation with none but Vilkas, who supports you as his shield-sister but is uncomfortable in thinking of the day when I might no longer be among you. You two are so alike in many ways, with clever minds and bodies full of passion and courage. But I fear for the both of you, that the fires of your temper yet burn too bright. I do not blame you for your retaliation at the death of Skjor. But consider my warnings as those from friend, and be careful in your anger. Do not let fury bind you to a path that you might find yourself regretting. I have learned this lesson too late.

I also regret that we have not had opportunity to speak in depth. I hope if this letter ever reaches you, that you have found success in your destiny as savior to this land. I have dreamt of just such a thing, among other, darker dreams. You are a true daughter of Skyrim, in ways you might not yet understand. She needs you, as I believe you yet need her. May you find peace with yourself, through her, and through these companions. They are as family, to me, and perhaps one day to you as well.


She reached the end of the letter, his careful signing of his name, and swiped a burgeoning tear from the corner of her eye. She felt the mattress dip from the heavy weight of Vilkas sitting at her side, and he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. She closed her eyes and leaned against his quiet strength as he pulled the paper from her unresisting fingers, and she did not stop him in the reading of it. Before she had taken to relying on a dragon, she had once counted Vilkas as trusted confidant to her concerns and troubles.

“You should go to him.”

She sat up straight, with a sniff. “What?”

“Your…husband. There is good you can do here, in such a role of power. Kodlak would want you to embrace this role. Not that you haven’t already done much good, I’m just trying to say…why are you looking at me like that?”

She forced a smile. “Because this sentiment reminds me of my father. He, too, would have argued for the good of many over the needs of the few. But I’m not sure I have that kind of nobility. We are creatures driven by darker purpose, are we not?”

Vilkas looked down at the letter in his hands. “Kodlak so wished for peace in our hearts. Is there no hope for us then, even without the blood of the beast?”

She had no good answer to give him.

She only knew that her blood still boiled with heat and a need that she could not fully understand. She was stronger now, more so than she had ever been, and powerful.

And she burned.

And she knew, deep down, that she wanted to see Ulfric again.

Dov wahlaan fah rel. We were made to dominate. The will to power is in our blood. You feel it in yourself, do you not?

She smiled then, slow and careful and with an edge like a knife.

She had a score to settle with the High King.

“I think you are right, brother. I will go to him.”

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