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A fireball hit another leaving the leader and one left and the large white wolf kept dancing around them, its teeth bared locked on Onmund. The poor Nord mage stood but he was a hand down, his eyes on the leader wary and Brelyna moved closer to him. The young pup to the left rushed them and J’zargo ran and kicked its neck.

It howled as it fell away and Alla threw a fireball, killing the poor thing instantly. All that was left was the leader and its ears went back as it stood a distance away, eyes on Onmund still but it knew its limits. It broke into a run down the beach, Nelacar sending a shot after it as a warning and they were left alone, Alla’s atronarch folding in on itself and going back to the plane of oblivion it had come from.

She sighed and looked at the carcasses scattered around them. Only two seemed in good condition and she pulled out her dagger, moving to start to hack at the body. The mages stared at her, horrified.

She ignored them, used to skinning animals and she cut the pelt away and tossed it on the ground, steam rising from the bloody underside. She moved to the other, slicing away as the sun started to go down and Nelacar came to her side.

“We need to seek shelter,” he said and she sighed, rolling the pelts up to tuck under her arm, blood staining her robes.

“We’ll head for Dawnstar. It’s not too far and I can afford a room for all of us,” she said. He nodded and went back to the others, taking up the rear as they came to follow her and she walked along the beach stinking of iron and fire. It had been like this for days now, the young students and the older Altmer mage traversing the beach, moving up to the road only when there were signs of movement.

Three Thalmor patrols had been cut down by their hands, one particularly nasty when a desperate young Altmer decided to rush Alla before they saw them. It didn’t end well for the Mer and Alla was forced to snap his neck like he was a chicken causing her friends to cringe in horror. She was the dragonborn, not a simple mage and she had dealt with death all too commonly now. One more life on her hands didn’t bother her. She already had consumed twenty of her apparent brethren’s souls and countless bandits had burned under her hands.

“Alla?” Onmund called and she slowed a bit, looking over her shoulder to the Nord who walked side by side with Brelyna. “How much longer are we going to keep this up? Chasing Thalmor Agents?”

She stopped and looked to them, her eyes moving to Nelacar who pursed his lips. She didn’t answer and kept going leading them to Dawnstar where the wind whipped through the town with a fierce bite, the soldiers who walked the roads looking miserable. She didn’t blame them and before they went to the inn, she sold the pelts to the blacksmith, gaining a few bit of coins for her effort. It was enough to buy them some food which they were all now lacking severely.

The Inn was more accommodating than the frigid air outside with its roaring fire and she paid for three rooms, J’zargo getting his own after fighting with Onmund over it and she took the double bed with Nelacar leaving the poor Nord and Dunmer to awkwardly figure out the king size bed.

They ate and drank in silence in the corner away from the general chatter, all eyes on her but she didn’t have an answer. She knew what the right thing to do was but her blood still boiled, wanting revenge. She supposed it was the dragon part of her, always seeking to conquer and destroy. Not that a lot of the Thalmor didn’t deserve it.

She finally stopped eating, letting out a sigh and she didn’t look to any of them before she spoke, her eyes on the shadows dancing around the hall. “We’ll start heading back tomorrow. I suppose we’ve done enough.”

Onmund let out a sigh of relief and J’zargo reached over and took her slices of venison. “J’zargo misses the college,” he said. “Killing stupid Thalmor is fun but now we belong back home so J’zargo can be named Arch-Mage.”

“Are you kidding?” Brelyna scoffed, the first time she had spoken in a while. “J’zargo, no one is going to name you Arch-Mage.”

He looked at her almost confused. “Why not? J’zargo is the most talented mage here,” he started and Alla rolled her eyes, looking to Nelacar who was across from her shaking his head, drinking deep from his tankard.

“Alla took down like, four wolves today and most of the Thalmor soldiers we have found she and Nelacar have killed. You haven’t killed one.”

“Killing others does not make you Arch-Mage,” J’zargo said almost in a hiss. Brelyna snorted.

“No, but it shows they have much more skill in magic than us!” she fought back. “If anyone was going to be named it… it would be Alla!”

She looked to them, shocked. “E-Excuse me?”

J’zargo’s ears went back. “Alla would not make a good Arch-Mage. She already has a title, she does not need two.”

Onmund looked up from his bread. “That’s your basis on why? That’s so stupid! She can be Arch-Mage and dragonborn too!” He protested and Alla pressed her tongue against her cheek. Funny how no one was bothering to ask her opinion.

As if he read her thoughts, J’zargo spoke. “Alla does not want to be Arch-Mage, yes? It would not suit Alla.”

She had enough and stood up, rolling her eyes. “I’m not getting involved. I’m going to bed,” she said, dropping a few septims down. “You guys can bicker amongst yourself but be up before dawn. We can cover more ground if we leave as soon as possible.”

Nelacar downed his drink. “I think I’ll turn in for the night as well.”

She smiled as he got up and she waited for him so they could go to their room together, him shutting the door behind them as J’zargo began to protest again making Brelyna scoff in irritation. He chuckled and she rolled her eyes, pulling off her stained and dirty robes. “You’re friends are quite interesting.”

“Try being with them for longer than three days,” she said as she hung her robes over the chair in the room, digging for her shirt when he came up behind her and touched her shoulders. She stopped and leaned back against him and he kissed the top of her head.

“You’re making the right decision.”

She sighed. “I don’t like it,” she admitted. “I would rather keep going but you’re right. They can’t keep up. I’m used to travelling long and far but it’s not for everyone and we need to go back.”

He kissed down near her temple and she sighed, savouring his touch before she turned and grabbed his robes, forcing him to the bed. She shoved him down, his body hitting the straw hard and she crawled on top of him, biting her lip in a come-hither look for a second to look innocent but he didn’t take the bait.

“The doors here aren’t as sound proof as the ones in Winterhold,” he said and she paused, hearing the dull chatter outside making her shrug.

“Be quiet then.”

“Excuse me?” he said in irritation making her giggle. “I’m not the one who shouts so… inappropriately all the time.”

She leaned down over him, her hands moving over his chest before they curled near his neck, stroking his golden skin. “I can’t help it. You really turn me on, Nelacar.”

He flushed but didn’t say anything more allowing her to move up a bit to kiss him. He let her, cupping the back of her head and she moaned against him, her nearly naked body shivering a bit which made him switch their positions so she was against the pelts below. She wrapped her arms around his neck, happy to finally have some alone time with the mage when a knocking made her groan. She flopped down, irritated while he took a moment to compose himself before he went to the door.

It opened before he could get to it, Enthir walking in making her get up from the bed. “E-Enthir?! Enthir, what the fuck!?” she spat, grabbing the pelts to bring up around her body. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned.

“Alla, get your crap. You have to come back with us, now.”

She stared at him then up to Nelacar who was frowning before she moved. “Enthir, what’s this about? Why are you here?”

“I was sent to get you,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “Look, grab your shit. We need to go.”

“Why? I paid for-”

“The Thalmor are coming,” he cut in which made her stare. “Look, all you need to know is Faralda and I were sent to find you and your little entourage and along the way we stumbled across what you’ve been doing just as some Thalmor did. Long story short, they’re fucking pissed and you’re in a fucking lot of trouble.”

She got up and grabbed her robes, tugging them on, her cheeks hot. “How do they know it was us? And why should I care?”

“I don’t know,” he said as he moved to grab her bag, looking up to his friend who was frowning from where he was standing. “Maybe the fact that a group of mages from the college killing Thalmor agents attracts attention? And you should care, you stupid girl. Don’t you understand? The college could come under attack yet again by you provoking a war!”

She bit her lip. Okay, granted, she didn’t think of that. She took her bag from him, throwing it over her shoulder and he looked to Nelacar. “Sorry for cock-blocking you.”

“W-We weren’t-”

“How did you find us? And get here so fast?” she cut in as she walked out, looking to see Faralda standing by the fire, her three friends waiting awkwardly as if they had been caught stealing sweet rolls from the guards. Enthir moved past her.

“We followed the bodies. And we’re on horses,” he said, moving to exit with her in tow. Faralda came after with the three apprentice mages and Nelacar took up the rear. In front of the Inn were two black mares, quiet as they stood with their heads low as the wind blew their manes over their faces.

‘Where did you get these?” she asked and Enthir looked back at her.

“Baby, do you have to ask?”

She shoved him and went down the steps before something occurred to her. “How are we supposed to get back? There’s two horses and seven of us.”

Enthir sighed and looked to Faralda who pursed her lips. She finally spoke. “We need to take you back first, Alla. That was the command. Mirabelle should be awake-”

“W-What?” she cut in making her stop. “D-Did you say Mirabelle? She’s alive?”

Her friends immediately looked to Faralda who blinked. “W…Well yes. She’s alive. But you are the first priority-”

She didn’t have time for this. She needed to see the Master Wizard. “Enthir, come on. Faralda! Take Onmund! His arm is hurt and he needs to see Colette immediately. Nelacar, here’s my pack. It has fifteen potions of healing inside and about a dozen magicka ones as well. Take J’zargo and Brelyna now, head along the beach and don’t stop. My map is in there too.”

She immediately started directing them, moving to mount the one mare as she waited impatiently for Enthir. He raised his brows but came to her side. Faralda didn’t look pleased but she did as asked and Alla took the reins, turning the mare as she looked to J’zargo and Brelyna. They stared at her, quiet.

“Nelacar, take care of them or so help me, I will kill you.”

He flushed. “We’ll be fine.”

She didn’t wait any longer and kicked the mare making Enthir spit and grab her waist as the beast reared and whinnied into the wind. It took off strong, rushing down the path and the guards shouted at her as she went past, her eyes on the path ahead as she tore through down and moved along the beach.

Behind her Faralda and Onmund mounted their horse and they chased after them, the lights of Dawnstar being lit as the twilight sky began to take over the sky. She rode with her head down a bit, Enthir gripping her stomach and when the mare had to slow she turned to look at him.

“How did she survive?”

“I don’t know,” he said, his eyes forward. “Alla, honestly, what were you thinking going out to slaughter the Thalmor? How could you not foresee what this would do!?”

She pursed her lips. “I was angry.”

He sighed. “Yes, because you know how rational you are when you’re angry,” he said but she didn’t reply. “Alla… You could have brought a war upon us which we can’t fight.”

“Do you know what Ancano said to me before he died?” she asked and she could feel his eyes on her as she stared out at the wilderness. “He told me his men would come shortly to execute every last one of us. We had no chance. There was no point in killing him because we were all marked for dead anyways.”

He was quiet but his grip around her waist tightened. “Do you believe him?”

“I didn’t want to find out,” she said and they rode in silence, Faralda catching up and once the mares were ready they pushed them hard again and ran over the glaciers that rose up from the Winterhold shores.

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