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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 7f

[(Anonymous)]

These were once my friends, she thought. It’s not their fault their leaders are the scum on the heel of my boot.

But the dragon inside her whispered, They are all traitors. They signed up to follow a man that sought to hurt you. This is how you hurt him back. This is war. People die in war, and they are on the wrong side.

It didn’t matter that she’d once served him, too. Swallowing her self-revulsion, Jaenna welcomed back that darker part of herself – the part that shielded her from all of this and told her it was alright.

That told her to keep going.

Gripping her sword hilt, Jaenna marched forward and kicked open the door leading into Castle Dour. In that kick, she thrust all her frustration at her betrayal and at months of foolish imprisonment.

The familiar front hall greeted her entrance. Jaenna snarled at the banners bearing Imperial Legion emblems and at the throne of red and gold. Without thinking, she let the dragon talk over. Her voice became fire, her breath scalding her lips. A roar filled the hall. Flames licked up the banners and consumed them until they were nothing but blackened crisps.

The walls around her trembled and groaned with the force of her shout. Jaenna sensed the building beginning to crumble, but she continued inside anyway. Where was General Tullius? He had a date with the dragonborn.

Jaenna entered the war room, stones and dust clattering to the floor around her. The rafters were burning, sheets of flame licking along the complex’s supporting beams.

She scoured Castle Dour’s upper levels, but did not find General Tullius. There were soldiers, however. They attempted to barricade her way, but a Shout pulled their weapons from their hands. Nothing could stop her blade then.

Nothing except a voice she recognized so well.

“Jaenna!” Hadvar stared at her from the threshold of a doorway across the room. He was between her and the exit. The defenseless soldiers scrambled away and fled past him.

Jaenna halted, stunned to see her old friend. A wave of sorrow rose in her throat. All she could do was stand, unmoving, her bloody sword dipping towards the stone floor.

“What have you done?” the man asked her. His once friendly and empathetic eyes regarded her with horror and suspicion. Jaenna felt his disgust like a punch in the gut.

Jaenna struggled to find her voice, but in the face of the condemnation of a man she’d come to respect and care for, all her reasons seemed petty and foolish. The dragon within her receded, robbing her of her anger. She blinked rapidly, vision swimming.

“Why have you betrayed us?” Hadvar wanted to know, his eyes reflecting his hurt, his voice almost unheard above the snapping and roaring of flame. Fire warmed his face, caused the entire room to glow around them.

It was the wrong thing to say. With his words, the dragon came surging back. Jaenna gritted her teeth and straightened her spine. “Funny, that sounds a lot like what I’m here to ask General Tullius,” Jaenna told him.

Hadvar only stared at her as if she’d gone mad. “Stop this, Jaenna. Look around you – destruction, death, burning. This isn’t you.”

“This,” Jaenna said, spreading her arms, “has always been me.”

“When did your dragon soul consume your human one?” Hadvar whispered.

Jaenna winced. “Step aside, Hadvar. I’m going to find and kill Tullius, and nothing you say will stop me. He will pay for betraying my trust.”

Hadvar’s hands tightened around the hilt of his sword. “I will not let you pass,” he said. “I took an oath as a member of the Imperial Legion. I will do everything within my power to defend Solitude and General Tullius from you.”

Jaenna stared at him. “Move,” she insisted.

“Never.”

“I’ll kill you.”

Hadvar lifted his chin. “Then do it.” His eyes seemed to say, Let’s see how human you still are, dragonborn.

Jaenna struggled, finding herself conflicted. After a while, her glowing eyes hardened. “So be it,” she murmured. Lifting her blade, she stepped forward.

She only had a moment to appreciate the depth of the betrayal that shone in Hadvar’s eyes.