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Dawning - Part 16a/?
Date: 2014-08-02 02:39 am (UTC)Vilkas followed some distance behind the others. He didn’t even feel like he should be attending. He hadn’t let her go to Kodlak’s funeral, why should he get to go to hers?
The Priest of Arkay was at the head of the group of Warriors as they headed off into the Forests of Whiterun. The newer members who never had the chance to meet Ariella stayed at Jorrvaskr.
Njada and Ria were already at the funeral site. That morning the Companions had set up the pyre; Vilkas hadn’t participated.
They made their silent journey through the Whiterun plains and then through the Forest until they reached their destination. Vilkas through the clearing was beautiful in the tragic way.
He hung back in the trees and everyone in attendance crowded close together waiting for the right time for the fire to be lit. The crow slowly grew as those from Riverwood came to join. They filtered in slowly but Vilkas would have guessed the majority of the town was in that clearing.
As the sun began to set Andurs, the Priest raised his hands and announced that the pyre was to be lit. Farkas and Athis both lit torches and then passed them on. Farkas passed his torch to Aela and Athis passed his to someone Vilkas took a moment to recognise.
Ralof, the first friend Ariella had made in Skyrim. Other torches were lit in the crowd but Vilkas stayed in the shadows.
Ralof and Aela moved forward touching their torches to the pyre. It took a moment for it to begin to fully burn but once it was alight Andurs began to speak.
“We are gathered here in the light of the Divines…” Vilkas tried to tune out. Not wanting to hear the words. “We gather as friends and loved ones to help this soul pass from our world to the next…” Vilkas wanted to physically clasp his hands over his ears.
“-alone in her final moments-” Vilkas put his hands over his ears, like a child would. He didn’t want to hear the words. He watched the scene before him instead. He would at least look if he couldn’t bring himself to hear the finality.
After this ceremony it would be the end, the absolute end. There would be no chance for him to see her again, no chance at redemption for himself. Seeing the ghosts of lost spirits wasn’t uncommon in Tamriel but after they did this her soul would be forced to move on.
Vilkas wondered about that while Andurs continued to speak with hands raised in the air. Vilkas could hear the Divines being mentioned by name and wondered if Talos would be mentioned. Ariella had sworn by Talos on a fair few occasions. “-her father, Akatosh-” Vilkas clamped his hands down harder.
Andurs looked into the fire while he talked. The priest had never known Ariella in life and Vilkas wondered if he was doing her justice. Vilkas didn’t have the right to be able to pass judgment on that though.
He looked over the faces of those from Riverwood. He recognised a few people, spotting Camilla and her brother in the crowd. They had linked arms and they both held the golden claw. Vilkas thought it was the actual claw for a moment but he soon realised it was a wooden carving. It would be a shame to destroy the real claw, that tomb would never be explored again otherwise.
The Riverwood citizens all had teary eyes as they listened to the ceremony. Even most of the Companions, the hardened warriors, had eyes filled with tears. Vilkas felt panic rise in him as he realised just how final this all was.
He thought he had accepted her passing long ago but it was still so real and raw. Panic rose in his throat and when Andurs lowered his hands Vilkas uncovered his ears.
There was some bustle in the crowd but eventually Ralof stepped forward. The seasoned soldier dressed in his Stormcloak gear, it was apparent to Vilkas he had some form of rank.
Dawning - Part 16b/?
Date: 2014-08-02 02:46 am (UTC)“I’ve often wondered about why the Dragon chose to attack Helgen and I think it was because of Ariella. While she wouldn’t like thinking herself as the reason behind the razing of a city I think it was her Dragonborn blood that attracted the Dragon on that day. While the destruction was great it has been a blessing in disguise. Without that Dragon none of us would have known Ariella and her life would have been wasted on the block at Helgen.”
Lucan and Camilla threw the claw into the fire along with what appeared to be a letter. “If she had perished in Helgen none of us would be here today, none of us would have known her, none of us would have had our lives brightened by the tiny Breton from High Rock, a scholar who became a warrior, a Champion, not just for Skyrim but for each of us. A champion to me for helping me escape Helgen, a champion to my sister for alerting the Jarl to send extra guards to Riverwood, a champion to Hod for chopping wood for almost two whole days to pay back what she felt she owed and help us as a family.”
“A champion to me for returning my Claw.” Lucan shouted. The crowd chuckled a bit and soon almost everyone was calling out what she was their Champion for.
“A Champion for solving my love life.” “A Champion for helping me sort my books.” “A Champion for killing that giant.” “A Champion for saving my brother.” “A Champion for helping me with my pranks.” The voices bled into one and Vilkas could barely hear what people were shouting. The Companions began to approach the fire.
“A champion for Kodlak.” Aela said and the crowd settled down; the serious tone taking the funeral again. The Harbinger dropped the bow and a list into the fire and soon Vilkas felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Vilkas…” Farkas prompted. Vilkas nodded and picked up all that he had rested at his feet. There was a neatly wrapped parcel, which would come later but for now he had a copy of the book Great Harbingers and a bouquet of flowers, similar to those he gave to her in what seemed like a past lifetime.
It didn’t seem like it was enough, but he didn’t know what else to do. He felt all eyes on him as he approached the pyre. He threw the book in and then the flowers watching as they burned.
“That what was responsible for her death has been brought to justice.” Vilkas began to unwrap the package as Andurs spoke, his eyes never leaving the flames that were consuming his tribute to her. “And we burn it here today, not in a Breton tradition but in a Nord one.” Vilkas held up the troll’s head and everyone was silent. “We burn it in the hope that Ariella knows her death has been avenged.”
Vilkas tossed the head into the fire, Aela and Farkas threw in what else was found in the cave. It all burned, Andurs throwing something on the fire as he finished a prayer and suddenly there was a large burst of flame. It lasted only a short moment but it was spectacular. “Her soul is departed.”
And slowly everyone began to wonder back to their homes, knowing full well there would be one less soul in the world.
Re: Dawning - Part 16b/?
Date: 2014-08-02 12:52 pm (UTC)..
Date: 2014-08-03 12:13 pm (UTC)Re: Dawning - Part 16b/?
Date: 2014-08-03 08:00 pm (UTC)