Chapter 36: Curse of the Ruby Throne 2: Teumessian Revealed

Rella Ashenclaw pov:

*bang*

"Mom! Dad! I've passed my Exams! I'm going to be admitted into the Mage's Guild soon!"

I was with my husband in the living room when all of a sudden Elika had slammed the door open and joyful told us the news.

I smiled when I heard how happy she was, she had been stressing about failing the whole time.

But I believed she would easily pass, her friends have been helping her every day, and she is proficient enough with magic to the point that almost any Adept Mage she encounters can't be her equal.

For being 16 years old she is quite the prodigy.

"Have you told your friend Sivreth yet?" Kibren asked next to me as I helped to refill a cup of water for him.

"Not yet! But I'm going to now! I'll be back late today, I'm going to celebrate with him!" She exclaimed before running to her room to gather some of her things before leaving I assume.

"Take care, and be careful! Make sure he brings you back!" I said before giggling at the embarrassed shouting of my daughter.

It wasn't long before she ran out of through the front door with a small bag in her hands and her hair tied together.

"I must say, that pale Elf was quite the brilliant tutor for her." Kibren muttered as I helped him to walk to the garden so he could enjoy the fresh air.

Pale Elf?

"You've met him before? How would you know what his skin colour is, given your blindness?" I inquired.

"Ah, yes. My sight." He sighed at the memory of losing his sense of sight.

"Elika talked about him alot from time to time. Sometimes when some of her friends came over they also spoke about his great talent. I had met him once before, it was him when Elika was kidnapped a few years ago, he had saved her and brought her here." He said before chuckling.

"Elika was quite stubborn on wanting to reward him that she knocked him out by accident. She dragged him inside and described what happened. She said he had pale skin after removing a number of bandages and wrappings that covered his whole body." He finished before sitting down on the garden's bench, with my help guiding him.

"For a Breton he is quite special." I muttered but noticed the look on Kibren's face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Are you sure he's a Breton? When we met he said he wasn't." He said, confused by my words

"What race did he say he was to you?"

"Hm, I think she said he was a Bosmer. I found it odd but he explained it had something to do with his skin getting being covered up so rather than being tanned it became pale."

A Bosmer?

This doesn't make sense.

I've met him a few times, if he was a Bosmer the features would be distinct. He also doesn't follow any of their customs or religion.

This doesn't add up.

After years serving as an Ex-Blade and now serving as a member of the Penitus Oculatus and the Commander in charge of the Emperor's protection, I know when something is amiss.

After that conversation with Kibren I waited for Elika to come home.

Later I lied to her I would be gone early morning.

During the night before she woke up I got in contact with one of my subordinates.

The Penitus Oculatus has many individuals that are trained in very specific fields and areas. They could carry out Assasinations, be a Bodyguard, Spy, Battle commander, and more.

The one that I got in contact with was a spy.

I informed him to follow my daughter until she meets with a Elf Boy around her age.

Elika only has one male Elf friend so it won't be hard for the Spy to figure out who Sivreth is among her friends.

I had to wait 2 days for news since the when Spy followed her, she would enter a abandoned building near the docks.

He didn't want to enter for the risk of getting caught, and it paid off since he was able to barely see his figure at a distance through the structure.

From what he overheard with Divination Magic he specialised in, he was able to determine that they would descend down into a basement of sorts.

One the second day he saw another girl enter the structure with Elika. This friend was Cirilla Snow-Fire.

Additionally, he was able to overhear some of their conversations.

From what he heard, it was basic talk, but also about Sivreth wanting to advance in his study of Mysticism and Dawn Magic.

But that wasn't all, the biggest shock was that Cirilla and Elika both knew of a secret he kept and discussed it openly within the basement.

Sivreth was a Falmer, a Snow Elf.

It began to make sense when I thought about it carefully in depth.

The Falmer child that was missing after I killed the mother. It must be him.

I don't know how to feel about this.

He had saved the daughter of the person (me) that killed his mother.

He was Elika's friend, and I knew full well Elika had feelings for him.

He was good person, and my perception of the Falmer changed, though for me to judge what remains of their whole race based solely of my experiences with those monsters I've encountered is unjust and racist.

Many years ago in Skyrim, me and my sister were playing as we skipped along the road as our father and mother were feeding the horse.

We were journeying back to our Clan's home after we had attended a tournament that was held in Solitude.

But when me and my sister returned to our parents, they were too busy fighting the hordes of Falmer abominations that had came to the surface on one of their raids.

The Elf monsters would resurface every now and then to kidnap travelers and livestock before dragging them underground to be killed and devoured.

Our mother and father had killed dozens of them, it was a given since they were great warriors of the Clan and our father was to be the next Clan head.

However, a Falmer mage in the back had launched a suprise attack on our exhausted father before he was slain.

The Falmer captured our mother, me and my sister alive.

They took us to a cave where we spent the next few weeks inside.

They left us near some large organic black like coffins, they must have been eggs of some kind.

There was black creatures with number legs like an insects and was as large as a grown adult.

These Black Eggs must be for that species and me and my sister was to be its food when it hatches.

But that was only the beginning, we had to bear witness as the male Falmer abominations would r.a.p.e our mother over and over.

It was traumatising!

Horrific!

I found a journal wrapped in webs next to us, I read it and found out that a man had to witness his own wife be r.a.p.e.d before his eyes.

In the journal it spoke of how the Falmer continued to bring in more female captives alive and dead males back to the cave.

From what the man suspected, he thinks that the Falmer are giving birth to half-breeds using female woman from the surface.

Females are known to have more dominant genetics when they are being passed down to the child, and from the few Falmer children he saw in the cave, the witches would do a ritual of sorts on the newborn baby, making them take on more Falmer like appearances.

He theorised that they do the ritual to purge the mother's Bloodline from the baby while allowing the child to gain the intellect passed down by the mother.

However, the man died before he write more.

It was by then me and my sister had seen our mother slit her throat so she wouldn't give birth to the creature's offspring.

It was the only choice she had, her legs were cut off to prevent her from escaping, and we wouldn't be able to drag her out of the cave.

She knew it.

Eventually, after some time, our clansman came and saved us when they found out we had gone missing and didn't return.

Since that day I had trained hard so that I would kill every last one of those monsters, but now...

After reading and researching the Falmer in depth I began to have mixed feelings, I can't forgive what they did, yet I can't hold Sivreth to blame for what happened.

But what Kibren said...

The Prophecy of the Snow Prince...

I have a duty to the Empire, to Tamriel.

He is a threat that must be dealt with.

And so I came to a decision and Steeled my resolve.

Reporting this to the Emperor himself, I was to apprehend Sivreth, dead or alive, with a squad of Imperial Troops.

As well as Thamor soilders.

They always find a way to get involved.

I sighed as I stood not far from the place that is his home as we encircled it and began our advance.