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Dragon Kin, Chapter 1: Lakeview ManorShe was the last of her kind, a dragon born in the body of a mortal; the first such since Tiber Septim himself. The Greybeards had dubbed her Ysmir, the “Dragon of the North,” a name she still went by, forsaking the name she had been born with, along with her criminal past in Cyrodiil. Alduin the World Eater had called her the Last Dragonborn, as had the First Dragonborn, Miraak. She had completed the destiny foretold for the last of her kind.Dragon Kin, Chapter 1: Lakeview Manor by Evil-is-Relative
So how the hell had her five-year-old just thu’umed her older brother into cleaning her room?
“Darva,” she said cautiously, looking down at the tiny form perched on a barrel in the girls’ room. “What did you just say?”
“Gol Hah,” she said happily, sucking contentedly on a stick that had, not very long ago, held a honey-nut treat. Her violet eyes were the mirror of her mother’s, as were her cupid-bow’s lips and short, straight little nose. Her hair came from her
Behind Blue EyesWarning: contains a certain portion of Kiara. Fortunately, sans Thalmor trollingBehind Blue Eyes by Norroen-Stjarna
Like a stream of molten metal flooding out of a smelter, the first rays of sunlight burst through the gaps between the birch trees, which stand tall and slender, their trunks outlined in smooth strokes of black ink against the flaring gold.
She slows her broad strides, dried leaves rustling faintly beneath her heavy boots, and lifts her hand to her face, squinting at the light from beneath her fingers, thick and clumsy in the armoured gloves. Steady, unstoppable, the swelling golden tide rushes towards her, washing the black off the birches, making heaps of windswept foliage flare up like piles of looted coins in some adventurer's treasure trove - till finally, it laps against the tips of her boots and blinds her with its dazzling glare. And as soon as the sun rays touch her, she reels in a sudden onset of weakness, the ground rushing from underneath her feet and her breathing growing fast and shall