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Violence and blood warning for part 7e.

Jaenna turned the horse west, completely certain the frazzled man would run to the Palace of the Kings like a good little boy and report the stolen jewellery. She smirked. It saved her the trouble of remembering to give it back to Ulfric. Besides, Ulfric would properly reimburse the stable hand and also save her the trouble of buying the horse herself – or walking. Whether the Jarl would approve of Jaenna’s methods of transaction was an entirely different discussion.

The dragonborn rode hard for Solitude. There would be plenty of time to visit each Imperial Legion camp after she’d had a friendly word with General Tullius. For now, she intended to beat any spies bearing word of her release to the capital. She wanted General Tullius to hear of her release directly from her lips.

The journey normally took at least sixteen hours, but Jaenna stopped in Whiterun to exchange horses and then again in a small hamlet. The sun rose and the land flattened into plains before growing rugged again. The sun was high overhead by the time she rode up the incline towards Solitude.

It was then she met the first individual who recognized her as the dragonborn – the woman who had disappeared off the face of Skyrim for several months.

The soldier stared up at Jaenna as she rode past. “D-dragonborn! You’ve returned?”

“Unfortunately for you, yes.” Jaenna dismounted and passed her reins to the man as if he were a common servant.

At a loss from words, he automatically took them.

“Now,” Jaenna said conversationally, “doesn’t it seem a little too sunny a day for the demise of an Imperial Legion general?”

“W-what?”

Jaenna threw back her head and Shouted to the sky. “Strun Bah!” she summoned the clouds, the rain, and the lightening.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and boiling, angry clouds closed across the sky. The glaring sun vanished behind black tendrils of cloud, as if hiding its gaze from what Jaenna had come here to do.

“If you hold onto that horse,” Jaenna told the soldier, “and wait here until I return, I won’t kill you. How does that sound?”

Not caring whether the man did as she suggested, Jaenna strode towards the gates. Soldiers drew their swords, regarding her and the sky with sick apprehension.

Another powerful Shout threw them off their feet. The gates burst open and stone grumbled. With a great groan, the huge doors collapsed in the street and the walls began to crumble. Dust and debris clouded the air.

Screams and cries echoed down the street. Soldiers charged at her. Jaenna cut them down. Some city-dwellers tried to fight. Jaenna was uninterested in the latter until they barred her way. If they did not yield, they fell just as the soldiers did.

Jaenna’s Thu’um augmented her arms, allowing her to spin and slash with unnatural ferocity. She was a whirlwind of death as her sword parted chests and split skin. Her concentration was complete, so intense that she felt time move at a slower pace. Droplets of blood wobbled through the air in slow motion. Cries of pain stretched on forever.

She felt her draconic soul rise up within her, revelling in the destruction, praising vengeance. A laugh bubbled out of her throat. It sounded dim and hollow in her ears amidst the fighting.

An arrow whistled towards her. Sprinting as fast as a gust of wind, she crossed the street. The arrow only grazed her armoured shoulder. She kept a wary eye out for the archers, always forcing Legion soldiers between herself and anyone with a bow. Systematically, with a horrible sound of merriment coming from Jaenna’s chest, the dragonborn fought her way closer and closer to Castle Dour.

By the time she reached the front doors, the courtyard was silent. Many had fled. Those who hadn’t lay dead or dying on the stone paving.

Chest heaving, Jaenna stared up at the tumultuous sky, her mind warring against her natural instinct to kill and avenge. She wiped off her blood-spattered forehead with one gloved hand, shaking the crimson droplets free. Blood roared in her ears, hot and angry, but she forced herself to look at the men and women lying around her, all dead or near to it.

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