Dragonborn Saga

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Beforehand heading to the desert, Jon had to see Isha one more time and so did Illindar. The girl who suffered the most in this situation is definitely her and she knows things. Things that might help them.

Jon knew that Isha wreaked havoc in a Daedric cult that belonged to Boethiah which angered the Prince. That's why she became a Labourer.

Jon's first lead is Boethiah it or rather her prophet, Hafiz. An elderly Redguard that pointed Isha's Labours to her. The thing is… Boethiah gave Isha a blessing and a powerful one at that. He was hesitant to blame Boethiah for Isha's plight.

More to that, Hircine was the one who cursed Zain with Lycanthropy but that didn't make sense in a way. Hircine rarely punished with Lycanthropy as he considers it his Gift.

But the fact that Zain became a Werewolf can only point to that. Curses and Rituals varied and gave mortals a lot of control over powers unknown. It is completely possible that a curse exists outside logic and law.

Sadly, Isha didn't speak a word.

Still, what links the curse put by Hircine to Boethiah? Why would Isha go after such a cult and cause herself to be a Laborer? What is the exact ritual that was cast on Zain? What happened on his last journey for a cure? Where is Hafiz? And the most mind wrecking question, what makes Hircine allow his favorite weapon, the [Spear of Bitter Mercy], to be in the hands of the one with someone who searched for a cure to Lycanthropy let alone a Labourer?

Surely too many questions are confusing but bo crack the enigma, one must not fear questions.

"I heard you are going after clues." Miranda said as Jon was packing.

"Sorry to worry you but I won't be late. The desert is relatively empty so I guess it won't take long." Jon said.

"The desert is empty? You don't know how wrong you are, mate." Illindar said.

"... And apparently, I am wrong." Jon turned to Miranda.

"Just don't do anything stupid. Summon up that fake Dragon and cause havoc if it gets dangerous." She said.

"Oh! I'm glad you are used to my style already."

"Listen Jon… we were thinking that Isha can't stay here. We will take her somewhere else." Mirren joined.

"Are sister Zahra and lady Nagla okay with it?"

"Yes, we shall finish our Martial exchange and think of someplace to take here. I was thinking of High Rock, Skyrim or Cyrodiil as places with better weather and green views."

"Good thinking, by the time you are done, I will be back and head out together." Jon said and jumped in his Atronach Camel.

Not long after, he was riding out of the Citadel grounds.

"I see you are traveling with three beauties. What a lucky man you are!" Illindar remarked.

"Hm?"

"You seem more intimate with the Elf with a bigger chest rather than her sister."

"You're speaking of Miranda and Mirren."

"Those two. Pretty good looking for Altmer, I would say. They are also not rude or haughty."

"Mirren is a male." Jon said.

"..."

"You tried to hit on him?" Jon smirked.

"Ebonarm! It was a trap." Illindar said looking horrified.

"Exactly." (Jon)

"... I didn't realize it at all!" (Illindar)

"It is common for a flat lover to fall for a trap." (Jon)

"I am not a flat lover. Most elves are flat so don't judge me." (Illindar)

"Dark Elves are not that flat." (Jon)

"Wood Elves are chopping boards." (Illindar)

"Elves! What a sad creation of God!" (Jon)

"My point exactly.

"Not Breton though. They mixed with elves and degenerated to be flat as well." (Jon)

"This is a strong point indeed." (Illindar)

"Argonians are gross too." (Jon)

"Exactly. Do you know that they grow horns from random places? I am just wondering how can you put your head on a pillow when you have a horn. Khajiits are so much better." (Illindar)

"Ah, I see you are a man of culture as well." (Jon)

And the two racist men of culture entered the desert while badmouthing every single living being on Tamriel.

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Two days passed in the endless desert of the Alik'r. The destination of the two was obvious, where it all started.

Isha's brother was powerful, he made a lot of enemies who later used Isha to lure him out of the Citadel far where they can perform a dark ritual. Here where the ritual was held.

A stone formation in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

The stones looked natural yet pointy and by the doing of age, whatever trace left can be meters under the sand. Deserts like this are known to move by the effect of wind like the waves of see, except extremely slow.

Now to the Dare part. Usually, no one can investigate such a place but not everyone has the extraordinary tools in Jon's arsenal.

Jon took out [Pride] and the containment chest locking the Elder Scroll of Sun.

Checking that there is no one beside Illindar is watching, held his staff and the Elder Scroll. He held the head of the staff to the scroll and channeled a powerful gust of Magicka.

"What are you doing?" Illindar senses the unnatural move in the Magicka surrounding them and retreated back.

"Pulling out answers." Jon grit his teeth as he put his all into his work.

As he was done channeling energy through the Elder Scroll, he out the scroll back right away. What he created, however, was something strange.

In front of him and in the middle of the stone formation, there was a strange motion in reality that resembled a small vortex of light distortion.

"What is that?" Illindar approached after feeling the situation becoming safer.

"Temporal Flux." Jon said.

"And the none mages call it?" Illindar questioned.

"Time Wound."

"Ebonarm!"

By using the Elder Scroll, an Artifact that exists outside time, Jon could wound the time.

But why would anyone do such a thing as creating a Temporal Flux?

"What is it for?"

"Watch this."

Jon took out a random machine from the Cube and threw it in the flux. The small machine was made of many screws, small pieces, wires and a Magicka Reactor as the core.

Once the machine entered the Temporal Flux, the strangest of scenes happened. Those components making together the machine, all became their own pieces separated from the big device. Jon aimed his staff and pulled the Magicka Reactor with Telekinesis through the Temporal Flux. The device passed through the Temporal Flux and returned whole again save for the Magicka Reactor which was in Jon's hand.

"Understand now?"

"So you use this to dismantle things without actually take them apart." Illindar said.

"Correct but that's just the tip of the Iceberg. Temporal Fluxes are safe places to read the Elder Scrolls without catching side effects and there is another use that I am doing right now." Jon said.

The Temporal Flux he created was similar to this one on the Throat of the World only much smaller and weaker. A few hours and this wound will fix itself.

Jon needed this dangerous Temporal Flux to cast a spell that needs recent records from the world. By casting it on the time wound, it would bypass the rule of recency. This spell is Jon's [Ghosts of Time], the Master-level Mysticism spell he used in the Arena to summon version of his opponents to fight for him.

This time, he wanted to summon a version of the people who were here years ago and fought on the night when Isha's brother, Zain, was cursed.

Pulling these records was a tedious job but thankfully, Illindar knew the exact date of the event and Jon didn't have to search around so much. In a few minutes, golden specters started appearing on the stone formation around circling two other golden specters.

It was obvious what it was. Isha, or rather a younger version of her, was there. A tall man holding a spear in each hand with a punch of golden specters lying around him, a strange trace of magic seemed to be binding them around and the golden specters on the stone formation were moving their lips chanting a ritual.

"Pause! Rewind from a minute earlier! Stop!" Jon gave commands to [Pride] which was supporting the spell by itself while floating on its own.

Now for the not so fun part.

Jon stepped near one of the curse casters whose face was exposed and focused on him. A ghost of time may have a good visualization but no vocalization so Jon couldn't hear the spell normally. Instead, he was lip-reading and taking notes of the movements.

Lip reading wasn't his thing so he had to rewind many times before he got the words of the curse confirmed, after that, he let the record play to the situation's unfolding.

It was as the people of the Citadel said, Zain turned into a werewolf and a large one at that, in a fit of his rage, he took down all the opponents in the scariest of scenes.

Sadly, the Temporal Flux was already out of power as it seems that Jon's spell has consumed it.

"Is it over?" Illindar asked.

"It is."

"There are really no secrets with such a spell around. Did you find out what kind of curse that is?"

"No… but I have its chant." Jon said looking at the note he just took.

'In the name of Darkness Endless, we call upon thee by the right of origin to fulfill our wish and create an object of the seal. Zain, become what you hate most, curses upon you, become what you despise most, curses upon you, become what you can't bear to be.'

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(Part 2)

"And what is all that supposed to mean?" Illindar asked.

"The ritual was rather fast and simple. The casters were also decisive and focused. They bound Zain by a spell that had the base for the curse, they sent mercenaries at him which were clearly sacrifice to empower the Curse, Zain had to kill them even if he was knowledgeable how the curse worked, and finally the casters called for the Dark Entity that cursed Zain." Jon analyzed.

"You mean Hircine."

"This is becoming more confusing as it is. Hircine consider turning a mortal into a were-creature is a gift, not a curse."

"But were-creatures are entitled to Hircine and only Hircine."

"That's not a solid argument. Molag Bal created the Vampires but there is a faction of the Vampires of Lamae Beolfag, the first Vampire who was turned by Molag Bal himself through