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JASH
“It is ours to be honored to know you, Saga Anderson and Alan Wake.” I said.
This would be the last time I would see Saga which was a good thing. Her life had become more complicated and she would probably have trouble adjusting to her new reality. Alan Wake, on the other claw, had finally taken his rightful place and Hircine would relish any excuse for another hunt involving him.
“I will take the duty of protecting my husband as one of my most sacred duties.” I promised and took Alex’s hand in mine.
I could feel his face struggling to figure out if he should appear embarrassed or angry. Before he could understand his own emotions, Hircine took us far away from any reality involving Alex’s old life.
The change from the Writer’s Room to my and Hircine’s plane of Oblivion happened in an instant. Now we were soaring over Oblivion with a fierce wind tearing into our skin. The sight below was enough to make up for the temporary discomfort.
I turned my head to see that while shocked, Alex was holding himself together.
“This is much more comfortable than how I traveled.” I teased Alex who was barely able to nod.
“You have not yet embraced your true potential, my love.” Hircine scoffed with a loving look in his eyes.
The moment my husband and fellow Daedric Prince let lose a howl, I couldn’t help but join in. His joy was infectious. We had been meant to be together from the start as our two planes could attest to. Why else would his Hunting Grounds and my Mountain fit so well together? It was as if they had never been two separate planes from the start.
An endless feast of prey from the Hunting Grounds made my mouth water. The joy in the hunts below me could never be properly explained to mortals that had not yet ventured into my husband’s Hunting Grounds. If a mere mortal hatchling had glimpsed the vicious hunts, they would have devoted their eternal souls to Hircine.
In contrast my Mountain was a much more calm sight that hid its dangers. Various devotees were climbing the treacherous Mountain while trying to find balance in the afterlife. Some were denying others help which would make their ascent impossible. Others were crying as they slowly made their way up.
Suddenly cold and fierce winds were trying to freeze my blood and rip off my scales. It took no time at all for me to recognize Mount Anthor. The cold hinted that this was Winter and so my devotes would call this place Mount Kysnier.
I cast Flame Cloak on Alex the moment I noticed where we were. While the cold caused a searing pain to go down my body, he was not yet used to this unforgiving land. Once he was safely warmed by my spell, I cast Flame Cloak on myself and basked in the heat.
Alex simply nodded his appreciation. I turned to see Hircine in the body of a large elk. Would I one day have such a disregard for my Saxhleel heritage that I changed forms so easily?
If one of my ancestors had truly bec-fur embraced me in a tight embrace. J’zargo? I laughed both at his embrace and the fact that I had been so unaware of my surroundings as to not have noticed him.
“This one worried for his friend.” J’zargo said as our embrace ended. “Seasons have changed since you left.”
“It is ours to defy death.” I laughed again in response. “If Alduin could not break me, why should anything?”
Suddenly an eruption of cheers came to my ears. My devotees had gathered here. That must mean it was Winter.
I spared a glance at Alex who was clearly uncomfortable with the praise. A dryskin who had convinced himself the world did not care for him was being proven wrong before his eyes.
Hircine, on the other claw, basked in the praise as a mortal would a fire. To him it was right to garner such a reaction from mere mortals.
It was not ours to feel comfortable with the outpouring of praise. But, at the same time, it could not be denied that this was the happiest I had felt in a long time.
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