Chapter 2 - There are more of us?

"Who exactly are you then, because you definetly aren't just a regular old traveller." The High Elf asked after recovering her composure. Her purple dress covered in dirt, leaves and twigs dotted the creases and in her hair. She stared at Tyr as if he was something to be studied, an asset with a greater purpose.

"Right sorry, my name is Tyr Septim Son of the High King of Skyrim. Child of the Last Dragonborn, the half-child of ColdHarbour. Now who are you, nobility or prodigy?" Tyr continued walking towards his destination, signalling for the High Elf to follow him. "I'm heading to Sky Haven Castle, you'll be safe as long as you stay with me." The High Elf quickly shakes herself out of the trance of how such an important figure in Skyrim could possibly have helped her, especially his eye, he's part vampire which absolutely fascinating to her.

"Prodigy, my name is Elasara Adire." Elasara spun her hand and a light blue flame spins around in a similar fashion. " I have a special magical ability called it allows me to completely manipulate magic, my favourite thing is cold fire so it spreads like fire fire but freezes what it touches." It was Tyrs turn to see Elasara in a new light and it's as if lightning crackles between the two of them as something clicks between the two of them, they realise that they have the same look in their eyes.

"Wait a minute, your eyes, are you like me?" Elasara starts to tear, a glint of light returns to Tyrs eyes as they both ask the same question.

"H..Have you been reincarnated too?" A wave of excitement can be felt as the tense bubble that had formed around the two turns into an ocean of possibilities open up to them as they realise they are in the same situation. The both of them stare at each other in amazment at the prospect of them both being reincarnated.

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"Where is that boy?" The High King asks Lydia "He left before you, left you with a group of bandits and had you talk to the Jarl and yet you made it back here first... That boy is going to be the Death of me." He turns to look at Serana who merely laughs revealing her fangs, she knew her son wouldn't be in any danger as he simply looked down on any threat to his life as if they were mere playthings as the majority of the dangers in Skyrim either have no magical knowlege or not enough to combat her sons fighting style.

"Honestly I don't see why you worry about him, Tyr is our child, he has the power of the voice and blood magic." She placed her hand on the shoulders of her closest friend and husband, her fondest memories of her whole vamipiric life being the adventures they shared and the parenthood they shared together. All the Blades in the room are always shocked by the speed of the High Queen, her supernatural speed and strength leaving even the strongest of them feeling small and weak like defenseless children. Just as the High King is about to speak a group of six Thalmor burst into the throne room their leader, a high mage, walks straight through to the steps before the throne.

"I have a message from the new Altmer God for you High King of Skyrim Last Dragonborn. He requests Skyrims full surrender to the New Order of the Thalmor!" He throws down a dagger with a letter directly at the High Kings chest, however it is stopped mid air as the letter quickly shoots passed the High Mage and is caught in the hand of Tyr with Elasara standing behind him scared to show herself to the mage. As soon as the letter is dropped in his hand Tyr unfolds it and reads it aloud...

" I the new Altmer God formally request that Skyrim lays down its arms and allows for the Thalmor troops to take residence and enslave the residence of all nine holds..." Tyr simply laughs as the letter bursts into flames. "On behalf of my father, no." The Elven dagger that was still flouting in the air shoots straight into the throat of one of the Thalmor swordsmen. "I saw how you got in and I won't be letting you leave and I'm going to hurt you a hundred no a thousand times worse than you hurt Elasara!"

"Elasara you traitor! I will put you down once I have dealt with everyone else in this room.." As the High Mage was about to order his men to attack all the Dragon Knights marched towards the throne and escorted High King and High Queen out, "Where do you think you're going your Majesty?"

"Well according to my son, I have a war to prepare for... Tyr please take them outside, the throne room has only just been completly finished." The High King turned to look at his son before the doors close, "I have no issue with you going all out if it is to avenge your friend" With that the doors to the war room close and with a flash of a vile light transports all who remain in the throne room to an elavated platform in Apocrypha as the ever watching eyes of Hermaus Mora watch the oncoming fight. The High Mage and the remainders of his stare around in pure shock.

"Every mage who deserves to be called a High Mage has been to Apocrypha, don't tell me this is your first time?" Tyr merely stared down at them as he realised this High mage was just a novice in disguise, somene who reached level one hundred in a video game and decided that was strong enough. Tyr was disgusted that they even so much as dared to threaten someone as powerful as the Last Dragonborn with a mere dagger that wouldn't even dent his armour. " You are like a child, yes a child who has just walked into a market centre and seeing all the goodies they can buy with the few Septims their parents have given them." With a snap of his fingers Tyr released a bolt of lightning which resembles however it wrapped itself around to necks of the four remaining Thalmor swords men and are forced to their knees, "Whats a good fight without an audience~" The High Mage shuddered at this, he'd never seen such control over magic before he could see the very air around this child glow with pure magicka.

The High Mage launched multiple and to try and gain the upper hand by attacking first, and the entire field is frozen by a crimson hue which inveloped everything, the destruction spells, the people even the little scraps of paper that swirled around. The High Mage could barely move even though they could use expert level alteration spells, he summoned a large amount of Magicka to break free as he forced the to explode which caused a big enough interference to release them. The that were released were simply swatted away by Tyr. Elasara stared on in disbelief, Tyr is the same age as her but the difference in their magical skill is a gap of at least fifty years and from the rumours she had heard back home, he prefers to use his sword in combat...

"I must say I'm both impressed and disappointed in your skills, you knew how to escape my yet your magic lacks the power to back up your title." Tyr slowly start to walk towards him resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, "I would like to play with you a bit longer, how's your swordsman ship?"

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After what felt like forever the High Mage fell to his knees as blood slowly dripped from the small cuts that scattered his body, a large majority of his tendons were cut leaving him completly defenseless. Tyr had matched everything thrown at him, he had fought the summoned Dremora, simply ignored the poor excuse for illusion magic, swatted away any form of destruction spell no matter its strength and when the High Mage took his chances summoning a bound sword to try and catch Tyr off guard he was left a broken husk waiting for the sweet release of Death. However Tyr had other plans...

as soon as the yellow light touched the High Mage he let out a scream of terror as what he realised was that Tyr was going to keep his promise to Elasara, the High Mage was going to feel this pain thousands of times over...