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Labyrinthion was an ancient site of the Nord but much bigger and more dangerous than Saarthal. As Maija entered the age old city, she felt an unsettling presence, that dwelled inside this whole place.

As she went deeper into the ruin, she heard from time to time a strange rumble and some words spoken in an unknown language.

Voice: “You don't answer me. Aren't you understanding the ancient tongue of power?”
Maija: “Where are you?”

Maija turned around and searched for the speaker, but there were just grey walls and the mysterious light of blue torches.
After some endless walks through dark caverns and clammy graves the strange speaker again raised his voice which drummed through the cave and through Maija's head.

Voice: “You are not Aren. Did he warn you that your own power would be your undoing? That it would only serve to strengthen me?”

The warrioress went forward to another cave, where a stone-made construct of stairs held a few of the blue glowing torches, which lightened the path above.

Voice: “Come, little helper of Savos Aren. Know that your butcher's name is 'Morokei'. The glorious one will execute you, tiny mage. Come now and face your end.”

Morokei the dragon priest awaited her. In his rotten hand he held the Staff of Magnus and with the motionless eyes of his steely mask he watched every step Maija took on her way towards him.
She bared her ebon blade and held it tight with both hands. Morokei floated onto her and raised the Staff of Magnus. Maija was captured by an lethargic wave and went down on her knees. She felt her mental and physical energy fading and saw that Morokei became more and more powerful.
The dragon priest formed a bullet lightning in his other hand and let it discharge beside Maija's left ear. The lightning left a burning wound on her cheek.

The searing pain subsided her drowsiness. She used Morokei's pride against him and with a skilled beat of her blade she swept him off his floating feet. The dragon priest staggered back. The novice took her chance and crashed with an wrathful scream into the undead, with her blade ahead. The blue light in the the 'glorious's' eyes began to flicker and finally disappeared. His body crumbled to dust and the mighty staff fell to the stony ground. Maija grabbed it and hasted out of this dreadful place.

No one could held her here for longer.

Complete German version on Wattpad: Stubbornness versus Arrogance

Inspirational Music: Great Thanks to Peter Grundry

Skyrim + Skyrim-Characters © Bethesda
Maija © LadySunderlyn

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Stubbornness versus Arrogance - Part 10

First | Previous | Next

Labyrinthion was an ancient site of the Nord but much bigger and more dangerous than Saarthal. As Maija entered the age old city, she felt an unsettling presence, that dwelled inside this whole place.

As she went deeper into the ruin, she heard from time to time a strange rumble and some words spoken in an unknown language.

Voice: “You don't answer me. Aren't you understanding the ancient tongue of power?”
Maija: “Where are you?”

Maija turned around and searched for the speaker, but there were just grey walls and the mysterious light of blue torches.
After some endless walks through dark caverns and clammy graves the strange speaker again raised his voice which drummed through the cave and through Maija's head.

Voice: “You are not Aren. Did he warn you that your own power would be your undoing? That it would only serve to strengthen me?”

The warrioress went forward to another cave, where a stone-made construct of stairs held a few of the blue glowing torches, which lightened the path above.

Voice: “Come, little helper of Savos Aren. Know that your butcher's name is 'Morokei'. The glorious one will execute you, tiny mage. Come now and face your end.”

Morokei the dragon priest awaited her. In his rotten hand he held the Staff of Magnus and with the motionless eyes of his steely mask he watched every step Maija took on her way towards him.
She bared her ebon blade and held it tight with both hands. Morokei floated onto her and raised the Staff of Magnus. Maija was captured by an lethargic wave and went down on her knees. She felt her mental and physical energy fading and saw that Morokei became more and more powerful.
The dragon priest formed a bullet lightning in his other hand and let it discharge beside Maija's left ear. The lightning left a burning wound on her cheek.

The searing pain subsided her drowsiness. She used Morokei's pride against him and with a skilled beat of her blade she swept him off his floating feet. The dragon priest staggered back. The novice took her chance and crashed with an wrathful scream into the undead, with her blade ahead. The blue light in the the 'glorious's' eyes began to flicker and finally disappeared. His body crumbled to dust and the mighty staff fell to the stony ground. Maija grabbed it and hasted out of this dreadful place.

No one could held her here for longer.

Complete German version on Wattpad: Stubbornness versus Arrogance

Inspirational Music: Great Thanks to Peter Grundry

Skyrim + Skyrim-Characters © Bethesda
Maija © LadySunderlyn