Dragonborn Saga

Jullanar’s aunt?

I couldn’t help but too look at Luaffyn one more time. It was hard to make a match between Jull and her due to the racial difference as Jull was a half Human half Dark Elf, but if Jull said so then it is the truth.

"Is there any problem with her? We can leave the inn and go anywhere else if you are uncomfortable."

Jull looked at me with a pained expression. "There is no ties between me and her. It is just, it is just she may know the bastard who assaulted my mother."

Jull said what she has in heart.

I understand!

"Let’s wait until the people go way to bed and we will have a talk with her!"

Jull, who was in a bad mood was not really in the right mindset so I took her to our room and tried to calm her down.

Some time later, the inn outside had no movement and it seemed like everyone are in bed.

Let’s move then.

I casted ’Scan’ and pinpointed where Luaffyn is, after that, we sneaked out of our room to hers.

As we entered Luaffyn’s room, she appeared to be sleeping.

Jull closed the door as I started to cast ’Muffle’ around the room. Now, even if a dragon break happened in this room, no one will hear anything.

I finished the spell and gave Jull the green light nod, she now can do whatever she wants.

Jull walked to the bed, looked at Luaffyn’s face then climbed on the bed, she unsheathed her dagger, then sat with all her weight on Luaffyn’s chest.

"Guh! Azura! What th, Get of m..."

*PAA*

"Aaaahh!"

Jull slapped Luaffyn. It was a splendid slap.

"This is because you betrayed my mother!"

*PAA*

"Aau!"

"This is because you made her cry every night!"

"Please stop! Someone!"

"Don’t worry, not a single soul can hear you here, even if you screamed your lungs out."

"Jus, Just who are you people?"

"Don’t recognize me? I am so offended dear aunty?"

"... M, Ma, Mabia? It can’t be."

*PAA*

"Ahh!"

"So you remember me. Long time no see! It has been more than ten bloody yeas!"

"Mabia! Please, stop! Get her of me."

Sorry about that!

"No! I feel very comfortable up here!"

*PAA*

"Ph, Please, I beg you!"

Luaffyn started crying.

"Hehe! Yes please beg me more. The more you beg the more I get tempted to carve your face out with this knife!"

"... Please stop, Merafyn woul..."

*PAA*

"DON’T YOU EVER SAY HER NAME WITH YOUR DIRTY MOUTH EVER AGAIN YOU WHORE! I’LL CUT YOUR TONGUE OUT!"

"NooOo!"

Oh boy! This is bad. Jull lost her shit.

"Waitwaitwait! Let’s not cut it right now!" I had to pull Jull from Luaffyn before she does anything stupid.

"Let me! I’ll kill that bitch! LET ME DO IT!"

"Calm down! Calm down! Easy! We still need to know many things from her." I started whispering to Jull trying to calm her down.

Jull calmed down a tad but she was glaring daggers at that the crying timidly Luaffyn, she was clearly very angry at her.

From what I could understand and what Jull told me before, her mother had a sister and they were pretty close. They both became bards and worked together at Windhelm’s tavrens. After the incident with Jull’s mother and her decision to keep the child, a lot of Dunmer turned their backs on her. That was normally and to be expected, but the one thing that wasn’t expected was Luaffyn abandoning her sister Meravyn.

Merafyn was shocked. The only person she was planning to depend on abandoned her easily just like anyone else. They grew up together and learned the art together yet being abandoned by the most trusted person sure left a bitter feeling.

Merafyn felt betrayed and thought it was about time to leave Windhelm. She kept going with her four years old Mabia until her death in Falkreath.

Mabia who later became my Jullanar has suffered a lot through her life and nearly lost her sanity until she fell in my hands.

And now, this, was to be a warm reunion between blood kin, somewhat turned into a raging storm that could be seen happening right in front of me.

"Okay, you need to calm down for a bit! And you, you better answer my questions or I will let her do whatever she wants with you."

Luaffyn who was sobbing and holding her swollen face nodding while crying.

"It is pretty simple, who was the one who assaulted your sister sixteen years ago?"

"Huh! Yo, You want to know that? But, But he is dangerous!"

Really, now?

"Are your head full of fart? I am dangerous too."

I closed in on Luaffyn and evoked lightning magic, my hand started making a electric cracking sounds and Luaffyn started crying.

"Please *sob* I’ll tell! I’ll tell!"

Acting like a hooligan always gets shit done. From what Luaffyn said, the man seemed to be a known brute in the arena, his name is Iron-Fist or something.

Well, if he is in the arena, killing him will be a piece of cake.

"Can we kill her now?" Jull was all out for blood.

I raised my hand to stop her before she do anything rash, I still had.. "One last question. Why did you betray your sister?"

Luaffyn, who looked haggard and beaten up, looked at me with wide eyes then her expressions crumbled and clenched on her teeth.

"Betray? Why would I? I would never do such a thing..."

Huh?

"... I was the one who got betrayed. Did you think I just abandoned my sister because she had a child with a Nord? Did you..."

To be honest, yes.

"... I gave my everything to him, and yet he went behind my back to her and I knew about it. Even when she refused him time after time, he got drunk and then raped her. He was just using me to get to her! Everyone wanted Merafyn! She had the beauty, she had the body, she had the voice, she could write songs I could not, she could do everything right! And I always thought she needed me and she can’t be successful without me! Then she abandoned all that for a child. She didn’t want to sing again! She gave up on everything because of a damned child. What else could I do? I was meant to sing, I was meant to play music, but without her... without her... I found out... I was... NOTHING SPECIAL! YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING, SPECIAL! IT WAS ALWAYS HER, SHE COULD HAVE DONE IT ALL BUT SHE ABANDONED ALL THE GLORY AND THE MONEY FOR A DAMNED CHIL... *gup*"

Well... my ears are ringing... She was so loud that I had to punch her to Oblivion.

I didn’t see that coming at all. Women truly are complicated.

Luaffyn who appeared in the game was an NPC with no features or background.

Also, there is that thing about the Dark Elves and how they are emotional and rational as hell.

Anyway, none of that matters now.

I looked at Jull as I was really worried about her but she was totally expressionless.

"Say Jon."

"Hm?"

"A person like that? How am I suppose to punish her?"

Her tone was normal and her expressions were very cold.

"I guess, you only need to think of a way yourself." I said.

"Sigh! You are not helping." She said.

"Actually I do, whatever choice you make I will completely support it." I said.

"Hmmm! So you are giving me a choice now?"

"Hehe! Well yeah, just this once."

I normally order her around and tell her what to do and what not to do, but I guess this time this will help her mentally if she took the right choice.

"Killing her won’t do." Jull said, "She is a miserable person, letting her live is the best way to torment her."

Hoho!

Interesting!

She came to me and sank in my embrace.

"Let’s heal her and leave her be." She then added with a smile.

Hmm!

"I am proud of you!"

"Hehe! I know."

"Let’s go to our room." I said as I took Jull away by the hand.

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Next morning, Luaffyn reported that she was ill and caved in her room all the morning. I took Jullanar and went out to tour the city like couples again.

I guess we are a couple now. Honestly, I cherish her very much even though we set our relationship as master and subject, but I don’t mind her getting closer than that at all. Yes, there will be boundaries but I can take her as my second wife if I ever got married.

Anyway, this time in the city, we didn’t go to the market. We directly went to ’The Pit’ as we had an investigation to do.

The man that was called something like Iron-Fist or whatever is our target to kill.

As we walked into the area that was between the Grey Quarters slums and the docks gate. The number of thugs increased and it looked like some place I am familiar with.

Anyway, emitting a bloodlust in these situations is surely a way to clear the road effortlessly even though it costed some Magicka.

After we reached a certain building, I started asking around until I knew what to do.

Looking around for a man called Benkum, I found him in an place that can actually be described as a pit.

"You are Benkum?"

"Hello, hello, hello. Interested in fighting in the Pit? The rules are strict, but if I don’t see it, it didn’t happen, know what I mean?"

"Know what you mean. Is there a chance to fight as a pair?"

"You and.... that girl?"

"Yes."

"Fine! Pay the fee and tell me when you are ready to fight."

I was planning to do just that.

"Is there a chance to fight tomorrow?"

"Nah! Tomorrow is just for the big fights and challenges. Well, unless you show me something good today."

"Fine, we will fight."

We were already in our gear so let’s not waste any time.

After some time, me and Jull went in the arena. It was an area under the level of the ground with many cage doors around the place. The walls were grey the same was as all the structure in Windhelm and it was annoyingly not vast.

"Now everyone! We have a new blood, a fellow with the name of Darth Vader being followed by a girl are here to prove their worth in the pits! Mind if we begin with the usual?"

The usual?

Just as he said that, one cage door opened and from the darkness within, something emerged!

A wolf!

No, two wolves!

How annoying!

"Now, let the fight begin."

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First it was two wolves, then a death prisoner, then some other new blood, then another prisoner.

We won swiftly and with ease, even though I and Jull were using spears to hide pur true skill. Nothing in the usual day fights was anything interesting.

After the fourth match, I noticed that some crowd began to gather.

"So Benkum! Are we fighting tomorrow?"

"You can only issue a challenge in the end but tell me beforehand so I can make everything smooth!"

I guess I understand him. I took out some silver septims and gave them to him.

"Mind if you tell me about a fellow with the name of Iron-Fist."

"Iron-Fist? You want to fight him?"

"Something wrong?"

"No, but normally people would pick a fight against the strong ones or the weak ones. The ones in the middle are.not really not that interesting."

"So I can fight him tomorrow or not?"

"Yes you can!"

"Fine, make it happen!"