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Sorry again super late update I should've put a HIATUS sign but no because I planned to see this through to the end. 5000+ views, wow thanks for the read guys I love you all really. I did not even think I could get a hundred views many thanks to those who bothered to check this out.

I don't think I could update early, I was busy at school 2 months back then after that some other stuff came up and I also got hook on reading some novels but the story goes on. So anyways, the story may seem slow but don't worry I'm getting there I will try my best to update the story from time to time.

For those of you wandering what Lucia look like, Lucia look likes Child-Lucy with a dark dirty blonde hair. I think you can guest where this story is going from there. ;) (SPARKLE) SFX.

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Riften Part 5

The sound of papers slowly burning can be heard throughout the quiet room. An old woman, black-haired and has a fierce look on her face was sitting in front of the fireplace for warmth and comfort, using Temple of Mara's pamphlets as incense, although she isn't the Jarl, she controls the whole of Riften from the sidelines, and the Jarl of Riften is nothing but a puppet with a title and her name was Maven Black Briar the most powerful person in Riften. Her influence is spread even unto the back water provinces of Tamriel. She got two guilds working for her the famous Thieves Guild, which specializes in burglary, bedlam, sabotage and framing, and the fearsome Dark Brotherhood which specializes in assassination. One word and you're as good as dead or worse alive and rotting on a dungeon cell.

"DAH"

A bit of dust falls on her right shoulder as she heard an earsplitting sound echoed throughout the room, her whole manor shook and the small trinkets and ornaments that were hanging from the fell down from the ground up to the roof but fortunately it was rather weak and unable to destroy her manor and hear eardrums. Maven slightly turns her head to the direction where she heard the sound she saw the room, it was in a complete mess, silver plates, swords and other expensive ornaments were lying on the ground.

"Well, isn't this a lovely evening"

"It seems the rumors were true" she muttered to herself. She returns to adding pamphlets as incense for the fire.

"I wonder what his game his after all of this" she wondered for a moment but it really didn't matter what his goal is, for woman of power and ambition such as her, a person like that is nothing but a pawn with delusional ideals, a hero in her standard is someone who could control the world. All she wants was his head and gain more political influence at the Empire and rose to the top of the chain.

She let out a wolfish a grin as she watch the Temple of Mara pamphlets burn from crisp to dust in the fireplace. She flicked her fingers a small spirit-like bird half the size of a hawk appeared and flew around on her looking for a place to perch on. The familiar-bird was a spirit-familiar made with magic it is use for sending an urgent and secret messages, as the familiar directly connected to the caster the familiar will know exactly you want to give it to or where depending on the caster will this types of magic were typically use by the nobles and even guilds throughout Tamriel. She held up her right arm and it perch there.

"Hold still" she nonchalantly said. She a grabbed one of her ready made letter from the drawer near her and fed it to the familiar. The familiar gobbled up the whole letter she let it out on the window, it flew fast like a fire-bolt to where it was going only Maven knows.

"You will see soon enough, I have a surprise waiting for you Mr. Dragonborn" she continued adding more pamphlets as incense to the fire.

Riften Part 6

The Cat

"Hey" a low voice came from the stairs. Lydia turned around she saw a familiar face it was Kharjo a male Khajiit; he was leaning against the wall acting cool, clad in full plated armor. Like her, he traveled with the Dragonborn and shared many adventures with him.

"Kharjo… What the hell? What are you doing here?"

His eyes narrowed and spoke. "I could ask you the same thing, anyways could you calm down for a bit, resume killing that lizard later"

Lydia throws her last dagger directed to the lizard; it landed on the wall a few inches down from his loin. "Well, it seems luck is on your side scaly, at least for a little while"

"…"

There was no reaction. The Argonian just stared at her blankly probably scared to death Lydia thought to herself, but she could not care less; a scum gets what a scum gets.

She sat down on the chair and turned her attention on Kharjo, who was leaning on the wall at the entrance of the stairs. Kharjo looked at her with solemn a face. He noticed her hands were covered with bandages, but he dismissed it for now he needed to ask her something important.

"Is it true?"

"Yes"

Kharjo sighed; his face turned calm and composed, like a burden was lifted from his back. Lydia, remembered she was like Kharjo a few days ago.

"His here in Riften, he'll back later"

Kharjo turned his gaze unto the Argonian shackled on the wall.

"By the way, the door was unlocked when I got here…"

Lydia widened her eyes, and quickly ran upstairs and ran towards Lucia's room; there she was still, sleeping. It was a relief. She forgot guarding the child, because of the Argonian.

She returns downstairs sweating and gasping for air.

Kharjo asked her. "What was that about?"

"Yeah, it's a long story"

She told her about what happen at the tragic night at Whiterun and about the Dragonborn's new journey and the child Lucia. Kharjo take it all in easy for a normal civilian it would be hard for the story just to take it all in but with the time and adventures he spent with the Dragonborn, strange and wondrous things happened all time from the Gods to Daedras and just when he thought he saw it all, the world with the Dragonborn has more to offer.

Both of them smiled and nodded to each other.

"Another journey, eh…"

"Never a dull life with him around" Lydia smiled.

Suddenly, they heard a mild growling, it was the brutish Argonian he wasn't growling but crying, his sniveling wasn't pleasant to hear. Tears drop from his eyes like rain.

"That was… one of the… touching things… I've heard in a while…"

Both of them gave the Argonian a glum look.

"It has been bothering me for a while now but who is this again?" Kharjo asked…

"A moron and a trespassing scum"

"I'm a wandering alchemist…" he continued sniveling. "With great… aspirations…"

Kharjo's face was filled with dismay, dumbstruck and don't know what to say he was overwhelmed.

He shook his head quickly to gauge his senses and turn his attention head to Lydia.

"Ohh…kay... So was it ok for him to hear that"

"Oh, don't worry it's not like scaly here will live long enough to tell about it" Lydia grimaced; she stood from her sit and shackled the Argonian's snout to shut him up and then grabbed something from the cabinet before returning to her sit.

She showed Kharjo a vial, a potion of some kind it was glittering green, Lydia told him that the potion had a potent paralyzing effect. It was probably one of the Dragonborn's experimental potions because he likes to keep some potions in his houses for emergency purposes although most of those potions end up on the market or unused.

She told him about how that brute of a Lizard almost killed her. She was struggling to move and when the lizard was about give the final blow, with all her might, she move her feet move and knock the lizard off guard, she grabbed a potion to her side. It's a do or die situation she wasn't much thinking, adrenaline took over her body and with swift hands she slammed the bottle unto the bastard of a lizard's snout before could even strike.

"I see that explains the bandages" Kharjo exclaimed as he scratch the back of his head.

The lizard narrowed his eyes he wanted to say something but he couldn't because his snout is shackled by a tight rope. He was pretty sure that wasn't what happened it was something else but he couldn't remember what and how, if what she said was true the potions must've knocked him really good to jog his head, but it really doesn't matter now, his going to die anyway he thought. The word "No" echoed on his mind he changed his mind he was going to wait and observe for an opportunity to escape.

"Anyways, we sho-" Lydia narrowed her brows; She heard the door opened, someone entered. Kharjo did the same but he had noticed it earlier than Lydia for he is a Khajiit, and Khajiits have keen senses than most of the races.

They exchange glances and draw their weapons, Lydia her sword and Kharjo his mace.

"About time some idiot showed up" said Kharjo.

"Get your paws, ready cat" Lydia whispered.

. "Aye" Kharjo replied with a smirk.

With Kharjo on the lead both of them let out a wolfish grin as they silently climb upstairs.

Riften 7

As the Dragonborn continued walking along the foggy path, he heard a scream it came from the Honor Hall Orphanage. As he heads towards the orphanage, two hooded figures jump down on terrace of a manor they silently ran along the foggy street of Riften, one of a woman, a dunmer, and a man, an imperial.

"Hurry you twit" The woman said in low voice.

"Yes, My lady" He look shook his head from left to right and cautiously looking for someone but since there wasn't anyone on the vicinity he immediately followed the dunmer woman. After, few turns they arrive at a manor connected to the port. The dunmer woman ordered the man to pick the door of the house.

"My lady, are you sure this is okay?" said by the man with slender figure that seems to be her servant.

"What are you talking about, I'm pretty sure it is" said the dunmer woman.

"Pretty sure? …" He looks at her master with a sarcastic look and tone.

"I'm pretty sure we are going to the dungeons for this my lady"

The dunmer woman's eye twitch, a bit agitated at her servants rebuttal

"You better do it fast then…" she angrily.

"Bu—But…"

In his head He complained why they had to this in a round about way when they could've just confronted their target. Her lady always does absurd things this but this is ridiculous. Although it was cold sweat drips from his face but his hood prevents it to be notice. His hands were shaking panicking not knowing how to properly pick a lock. He read a big and long book about lock picking a few days earlier, he was an avid reader but applying the knowledge he gain from reading is different in applying it in real life especially if it involves getting your arse up on a dungeon for days, months or worse.

She got irritated watching his servant struggle picking the lock like an idiot.

"AA-Almost got it my lady"

Suddenly, he heard a clicking sound but the door wasn't open but rather pick was broken and got stock on the keyhole.

"Yarghh, What in the name of Azura, I'll do it you halfwit… It was my mistake to think you could this" she whispered angrily.

But she lost her patience, she kicked the man; he tumbled on the cold floor but quickly got up and stood a few meters behind her scratching the back of his hood. The woman put pointed her index finger at the door and started chanting a spell silently. A small fire encircled on her index finger; though it was small the heat it produces was powerful enough to the pick that was lock though the melting process was slow while she continued to cast her magic on the door, her servant that stood behind her was crying on his mind, it seems there was really no reason for him to the do the lock picking and he spent so much effort to read the entire book because it is one of her ridiculous demands.

She heard a clink and grimaced. She clapped her hands fast and silently although it was more of like tapping of her fingers from her right hand to the palm of her left hands. She was like a child, proud of her work.

She gestured to her servant to come closer. "All done" she said in a low-voice filled with delight.

As she pushed the door gently, it made a low creaking sound; she and her subordinate entered the house.

Riften Part 8

They were silently sneaking upstairs the sweet scent of the cooked Mammoth meat can be smelled all over the room. It made Lydia's stomach growled she hasn't eaten since scaly down below made a ruckus. Kharjo raised a brow and gave her a sarcastic look. Lydia's eyes twitch agitated at Kharjo's remark.

They saw a hooded woman was sitting on the chair in front of the still, eating the Mammoth meat Lydia put on the pot earlier. Lydia stood up and walks silently towards the hooded woman Kharjo tried to stop her but he notices another person on the bedroom he cannot do anything rashly he decided to watch silently from the sides for now. What they did not know was that the woman already saw them but decided to ignore their presence, and continued eating the Mammoth meat.

"HEY!" Lydia shouted in anger as she flung her blade near the nape of the neck of the woman.

"Who are you? This is a private property of one the thanes of Riften, leave at once"

She turns to Lydia with an indifferent as if she was saying her threat does not affect her at all, she let down her hood showing her silky-smooth silver hair, ashen grey skin, and red gleaming eyes, she was stunningly beautiful. Lydia was stunned for a moment to see such a beautiful woman.

"I am Sarvi Telvani a lady of the Telvani Household I assure you I have business with the thane of this household"

Lydia tightened the grip on her blade and frowned.

"Oh Yeah and I'm the queen of the mud crabs" She slash the woman without hesitation, Lydia froze in surprise as she disappeared in front of her what she hit was nothing more than a mirage.

"Illusion magic!" she clicked her tongue as she turned around looking for her opponent.

"There!" Pointed his mace on the wall near the fire place as he rushed to the room.

Happy, Here!

It was just another normal afternoon at the small run-down second guild of Fairy Tail some of the members of Fairy Tail were currently not present they were doing jobs to prepare for their each respective 3 month training-trip for the Grand Magic tournament Romeo told them about although there was still a few weeks before their training starts their Master Makarov ordered them to prepare earlier.

Master Makarov, Macao, Natsu's team and few other members of fairy tail were outside engaged in interrogating Natsu.

Natsu was hanging upside down on a sturdy tree branch, tightly-tied by rope though he could break from it he would not dare because Erza was glaring at him holding the Death scythe he and Happy bought to dispel the curse on Lucy.

Gray was snickering at the corner, Natsu saw that and shouted. "I'm going to get you for this Ice princess"

"Gra-gray san" Wendy anxiously reacts to Gray's teasing.

"You know isn't that curse with a vengeful spirit or something? Should you be really holding that?" Macao asked as he refrains from asking why Erza was holding the cursed death scythe to begin with.

"Its fine it seems the vengeful-spirit of this death scythe can only possessed by the wielder who first activated it" Erza replied.

Wakaba whispered to the others "Or maybe it's because she's just Erza"

Master Makarov, Macao, Romeo and the others mildly smiled nodding in agreement.

"So let me guess this straight, not only you end up turning Lucy into some bear frog like creature, you end up doing some major property damage" Erza swings Natsu's rope it made him pale and groggy.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I-I'm so….rry"

Levy, Jet, and Droy returned from their jobs they were not so surprise when they saw Natsu being hang by Erza because that wasn't so unsual.

Meanwhile, Lucy was at the corner sitting on a lumber staring at the clear blue skies lost in deep thought. Earlier she was force to pay the damages she caused on her rampage costing her two months of rent. Her land lord was good enough to reimburse her the money she needed from her advance pay of 6 months of rent.

"Two months of rent, fades away in a flash" She started crying and asking the world why does stupidest of things happen to her.

"You know you don't have to be dramatic all the time Lucy." Happy approach her casually like nothing happened, he was holding another blue rock with an intricate lion shape-design.

"Here, take this Lucy this would cheer you up"

"Why, thank you happy" Lucy smiled though a few veins appeared near her eyes. "Could you go over there?" Lucy pointed at the tree a few meters away from her.

Happy tilted his big blue cat head "If you say so" Happy did what Lucy had instructed.

"Now close your eyes"

"Okay, then what do I do?"

Lucy threw the rock on Happy's face, knocking him down. The rock landed a few spaces near the side of his face.

"Whose fault do you think this is anyway? You damn CAT!" Lucy shouted in her annoyance with happy. After letting her anger out, she sat down and quickly returns to moping at the sky.

With dizzy eyes happy spoke. "I-I-I'm sorry" As Happy gauge his sense; he saw the blue rock glow as it vibrates.

"Eh?" Happy picks up the blue-rock from the ground "Lucy and everyone look!"

"What?" Angrily turn to happy.

The rock glowed intensely, it was blinding and at the same time it emits an eerie sound. Erza and the others turn their attention to the light but the light so bright that they had to cover their eyes except Natsu who can only close his eyes at the moment. After a few seconds, the light dissipates.

Everyone was still covering their eyes, Natsu and worriedly shouted "Happy!?"

As their sight recovers they heard a loud spine-chilling roar, the ground shook a heavy foot collided with ground. After they regained their vision what appeared before them was gigantic blue lion like creature with two big feathery wings. It was a Manticore a creature of legends.

Everyone readied themselves for a battle but the creature did not move it looked from left to right like it was wandering where it was or why everything is smaller for some reason. The members of Fairy tail silently watches for its next move.

Natsu is still recovering his sight "What the hell is that?" he shouted.

After Natsu regained his sight he broke free from the tree and worriedly looked from left to right. "Happy? Where are you happy?"

"Here" The gigantic-lion like creature spoke.

As Natsu turned his attention to the Manticore, he and his friends let out an indifferent voice. "Eh?"

"Happy, Here" The manticore replied. A moment of silence filled the area then followed by the scream of surprise made by the shocking revelation.

"Hap…py!?"