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Robin awoke to find that Aia was gone, much to her confusion, everything was over now and Aia had no reason to leave. She soon found her letter and didn't take it well, not only had her lover deemed her worthless and a coward but she had also left her, with nothing but a note to say goodbye.

The tribal immediately pursued Aia, hoping to stop her and get her to take her back but it was already too late, Aia was gone...

Uppon realising this unfortunate reality, Robin had a breakdown, in the middle of the wilderness and lingered there for a few days. The entire time she just stewed in her own anger and sorrow, inflicting all sorts of horrors on herself, with whatever sharp objects she could get her hands on, a habbit that she never lost, after this day.

Robin was eventually found by a priest of Falkreath, who was out picking alchemical ingredients, he found her hurt and half mad but he knew that she wasn't beyond saving. He took her back to his temple and gave her a roof over her head, letting her tend to the garden, to keep her mind occupied. Robin's existing potions soon became a valuable asset to the chapel but she wasn't able to make anymore, Aia's departure seemed to have seeped all of the colour out of the world and she found that she lacked purpose...

After a month, Robin decided to leave the chapel behind her and set out to start a new life, she chose a new name for herself, once more and refused to acknowledge that she has a past of any kind, though Robin had recovered from the trauma of her lover leaving her, she was never the same again. Her self loathing, her hatred for Aia, her Father and pretty much anyone else from her past life made her bitter and hateful herself.

Robin, now with a new name and a new appearance, wanders the world alone, with only death and a hastened burial, in a shallow grave to look forward to...

-

As soon as Asin's presence was gone, Covin's body immediately started to deteriorate. With only twenty four hours to live, he had to to surrender and become somebody else's prisoner or else his curse would kill him.

Not knowing anyone else in this world, Covin sought out Ren Oakenshield, it is unknown if he found her in time...

-

'Azarath' soon found himself coming around, his brow creased as he did so and he began to murmour in his sleep... He couldn't recall what had happened to him, up until that point and it took him a while for him to realise where he was. His vision slowly blurred into focus and there, sat right beside him, like a mirage or a dream was an Altmer woman, with long dark hair and two beutiful amber coloured eyes, which seemingly stared right into his very soul.

It took the Dunmer a moment to register her but eventually he recognised her face and it sent shivers up his spine as she spoke to him, with her soft voice.

"Hello? C-Can you hear me?"

'Azarath' closed his eyes and smiled, bringing his hand to his head and gently rubbing his temples, hoping that, that would help bring things into focus a lot quicker. He groaned, rather happily as he fully came around and realised that he was safe, he was home.

After nine, grueling, months, he was finally home and free from all other commitments. Ciara was to be his only commitment now...

"Yes... Ciara, I'm... I'm awake..." The Dunmer replied, obviously getting a confused reaction from the woman as she had clearly never seen this piece of Dunmeri trash before in her life.

"H-How... How do you know my name?"

'Azarath's' eyes widened as he began to question this statement, he then realised that he was in a new body and that, this was going to be difficult to explain. He looked over to Ciara, who was obviously still awaiting an answer, he smiled as he stalled his explaination before hastily sitting up and swivelling around, throwing his feet over the bed.

"Ciara... This is... Going to sound strange, unbelievable, impossible even...

But...

It's me... Jorthar..."

Ciara paused, obviously taken aback by this, was this man mad? Was this some sort of practical joke? Was she... in danger?

"Please, don't be alarmed, I know that this must seem close to impossible for you but it's true, I swear it." His words weren't exactly successful in their effort to appease her, she stood up and began to back away, prompting Jorthar to try and stand but he was still too weak.

"Ciara... I can explain... Believe me, this is just as strange for me as it is for you..."

"Hold on..." Ciara stopped him, right there as she folded her arms, glancing away to the side as she thought up some sort of test, her husband knew himself better than anybody, he knew her better than anybody...

But her mind was blank...

"What ring did you give me, when you asked me to marry you?"

Jorthar didn't even need to think about it, he remembered it, clear as day...

A silver one, with a blue saphire stone at its center. It wasn't much but it was all I could afford and you said that it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your life.

I told you that 'there was more where that came from." He paused, to hang his head, suddenly realising how much of a lie that really was...

"It..." Ciara choked on her own words, unfolding her arms and taking a step forward as Jorthar stood up and met her, by his bedside and they held eachother.

"It's really you... Isn't it?"

"Yes, of course it is..." He whispered in response, gently grazing her hair, with his, noticeably bigger hand.

"I came home Ciara..."

"But... Why are you... D-Dunmer?"

Jorthar paused, now for the hard part, psymancing was a difficult thing on its own and explaining it in simple terms was always difficult, especially for a mind as vibrant as his.

"Ciara... Something happened, whilst I was on duty, I... I went up against a vampire lord and she was far more powerful than anything I've ever encountered before...

It was too much and it... Overpowered me, killed me and tore my body apart..."

Ciara gasped, obviously distressed by this news, she looked like she had just recieved a punch to the stomach, her eyes shimmered, her mouth agape and her skin went cold.

"You... Died?" She gasped as her husband pulled her in closer, embracing her and gently stroking her hair.

"Yes... But I survived, in a sense... I projected my psyche into this Dunmer and lived on through him."

Ciara was still clearly in shock, she didn't take that next part to be a comfort at all, her husband was torn apart and his entrails were most likely devoured by some beast and now some stranger carries his name, acts like him, it was all too much, even for someone as strong as her.

"N-Nobody ever told me, they... They didn't send me a letter or anything..."

"It... It was a solo mission, they probably didn't want to confirm my death, until they found my body." The 'Altmer' pointed out, resting his head on her forehead and closing his eyes, gently cradling her from side to side.

"H-How?" She asked, though she got the feeling that she didn't want to know.

"How did you come back?" Ciara pulled heself away a little, so that she could look him in the face, his wrinkled, tattered, scarred, wartorn face...

It wasn't his face, by and sense...

"I... Was able to embed myself in his subconscious and worked my way into his mind, sort of like a parasite..." He paused, realising how unflattering that made it sound.

"It took me months but... I was eventually able to return, use his body as my own..."

His wife, obviously didn't see this as the miracle that he had projected but as... something else...

"You... You took this man's body?"

"Yes." Jorthar replied, softly, giving her a smile.

"That's right..."

Ciara pulled herself out of his embrace, stumbling back a little as she looked uppon the monstrous bodysnatcher, that was once her husband. She looked at him in the same way that someone would look at a daedra  or some other abomination...

A look of fear and disgust, molded into one, until eventually, not even a telepath was required to deduce what she was thinking...

Jorthar shouldn't exist...

"You... You... You stole this man's life!?"

"N-No... I... I locked him away, deep inside his own mind, he... he didn't suffer."

"Who was he?" She asked, showing more concern for this Dunmer than she did over her own husband, not that, that was unjustified.

"Nobody... He was a convicted killer, bandit chief, he...

Was just... scum, he, he didn't deserve to live."

"How can you be the judge of that!? How can you tell me that as someone who posessed another man's body! You're... You're a demon!"

It was obvious, judging from his face that these words hurt Jorthar, he stepped forward, looking quite panic stricken as he did so, seeing his whole life crumbling away.

"N-No, Ciara, I haven't changed, it's... it's still me!"

"Did he have a family? Was he married?"

"N-No..."

"Jorthar... I want the truth, now.

Did he have family... friends... a lover?"

"Ciara..."

"The truth Jorthar!" Despite the fact that they were in a wooden cabin, it felt like her powerful shout echoed, the once calm and soft voice became a powerful force, within seconds.

Jorthar paused, glancing to the floor as he tried to think of the right phrase, he couldn't lie to Ciara, even if he wanted to... He could only be truthful and try to deliver the news as softly as possible...

"He had... A lover... But she knows, she knows that he's gone..."

"Oh, so she knows that her lover has been taken by a demon? Is that supposed to make it sound better, like that makes it all redeemable? Because it doesn’t!" Ciara turned around and marched over to the window, staring out of it, with an obviously confused and frightful gaze as the reality of the situation came crashing down on her, her husband was dead...

"I had to... I had no choice."

"You did have a choice..."

Jorthar shook his head and stormed over to her, grabbing her by the arm, she immediately spun around and shoved him off, refusing to let the monster even touch her.

"I didn't have a choice it was do this or die Ciara! Those were my only options!"

"Well, nobody else gets that option, do they!? That Dunmer, the one who's dead lips you speak to me through, he didn't get that option, did he!?"

Jorthar paused on the spot, his heart sank deeper and deeper inside his chest as he thought on that, on her cruel, harsh words...

Why couldn't she just accept him?

"Do you even know his name?" Ciara asked, bitterly, she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.

"Azarath..." Jorthar sighed, scratching his head and shaking his own.

"His name was... Azarath..."

Ciara paused as her tears began to freely fall, down her face, she brought her hand to her mouth and began to shiver, taking two steps back and placing herself in a seat...

"Ciara... I did this for you..."

The Altmer, his wife, lowered her hand to her thigh and dug it in, closing her eyes and curling her fingers in disgust as he said those words. That was the worst thing he could have said, his words were salt in the open wound that was his evil acts...

"Jorthar... You know that I have always had... Certain convictions about your job, about the things that I heard that the Thalmor do. I always pushed past it, I always ignored it, because it didn't matter to me, who's uniform you wore... You were still an individual and you weren't... evil like them.

Now I... I get it... You are evil... Not like them, you're... you're something worse! You stole a man's life from him, widowed his woman, his friends and family, they may never see him again and all, because of me!?

I'm your excuse for... for possibly the greatest act of evil, ever committed!? He had a chance, he had... A life, people loved him she loved him!"

"Ciara... I had to do this, I... I would've died otherwise."

"Well, I don't think that it made much difference, considering that you're pretty much dead to me anyway..."

Those words hung in the air, like the sound of a hanged man's neck breaking as the trap door falls and everyone just staring in silence... Jorthar was at a loss for words, he couldn't argue, he simply couldn't. It wasn't like this was an illogical stance, he could see that now.

Jorthar's own eyes began to well up as tears built up and began to roll down Azarath's face as he quickly realised that he was better off dead after all. He stepped forward, trying to take her hand, hoping that the touch of a dead man would heal whatever was left of their bond.

"Ciara..."

"Get out!"

Her shriek left him in a stunned silence, it was done, she had made up her mind and decided... She wanted Jorthar out of her life...

Defeated and broken, the Dunmer looked back at the front door, it was only six feet away but it felt like it was on the other side of the world. Still weak from the damage done to his body, Jorthar slowly stumbled over to the front door, knowing full well that his body could not survive exile...

Ciara didn't even watch him leave, she got up and turned away, holding it together until she heard the door click, finally relieving her and allowing her to break down into tears...

-

Jorthar eventually made it to Chorrol, where he eventually collapsed, the chapel's healers were able to provide him a bed and fix his injuries. He awoke a few days later, to find himself still alive, he lay in his bed for hours, wondering what he could possibly do from here on out.

Ciara's words echoed inside his head, invading every thought and poisoning it, just adding to the many layers of resentment and hatred towards everything. After many hours of reflection, he realised something, she valued Azarath's life, she valued it above their marriage. He thought on this some more and decided that the Dunmer's life was worthy of respect and that he could still fix it, with that thought, he unlocked Azarath, from his brain dead prison, returning to his previous role as a mere presence.

Though Azarath desired revenge on the Altmer, for trying to steal his life and even tried to act on his lust for vengence, he was convinced that he still had a chance to find Elana and make ammends.

Obviously, he was too late, Elana was gone and there was no sign of her...

The fire, inside Azarath ignited again, realising that his life was now pretty much over. The Dunmer simply left Bruma behind and went back to Skyrim, where he and Jorthar would build a new life together...

