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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.
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"My mother... she has something wrong... because she didn't mention anyone among the dead, I would believe I'd hear about her father and brother, even about my father and his dead family... why did she act as if she had never been with them after death?" Daemon asked the next moment. He would have asked Lyanna this question personally, but with Meridia's interruption, given her urgency to leave this world, he went to ask her directly.
"You are right to find that strange, because she is not with them. Not even your biological father," Meridia said.
"Would this be a punishment for what they did, in what state are their souls found?" Daemon asked.
"Yes... Even if not something direct, their actions can be said to be sins and the world is punishing their actions," she said, and Daemon raised his eyebrow.
"Is it hell for the souls of these worlds?" he asked, not knowing very well how the spiritual world of this world would work.
"No... Jon Arryn, Robert Baratheon, Hoster Tully, Aerys Targaryen, who were also behind the rebellion, and others are in hell, and I can tell you that their spirits are suffering punishments so horrible that they would come broken into this world if their spirits were summoned," Meridia said.
"But not my parents..." Daemon commented.
"Yes, your parents' actions caused the death of tens of thousands of people... Even though your mother was trying to warn everyone. They are between the realm where Elia and her children are and hell, in a lonely state where higher beings of this world have not decided what to do with them," she commented, even though those beings were below the Daedric princess there.
"And they are waiting for the outcome of the war against the dead, I presume," Daemon guessed.
"Yes... after all, you are the result of the whole rebellion, the one who was prophesied as the prince who was promised in the common tongue and Azor Ahai in other languages," she said.
"Then the fate of their spirits is in my hands... I want them to have a place with the others, after all, they are the people who generated me," Daemon spoke in a more serious tone, it was a demand.
"You will save this world, Dovahkiin. They will have a place in the higher realm after that, I guarantee," Meridia said.
"Great. You're leaving, right, what's the price for you to come to my call in this world? I don't think it's just the soul of the man from the tree I captured... Maybe a few more dragon souls?" Daemon asked.
Meridia heard this and smiled. "No, Dovahkiin. I have to pay a price to be here, but I will not charge you anything," she said.
"Sorry, I don't like anything for free, I won't owe favors to any of you, not even you, Meridia," Daemon said in a serious tone. He did not trust the princes, even those who were good. You never know what they might ask of you in the future to collect a favor.
"I know of your caution with us, I don't blame you for that. However, I truly will not ask for anything beyond saving this world," she said.
"You want me to destroy a bunch of ice necromancers and an army of zombies, what a surprise." Daemon couldn't help but mock this with the Princess who most hated the undead and the dark magic tied to necromancy.
If Meridia was offended by Daemon's sarcasm, she did not show it. All she did was continue the conversation. "I don't want to force you to this, but if you can, I'd like you to make a statue in my honor when this war ends, so my name can be heard by the people of this world. I will have a better chance of coming here than the other princes, at least a few thousand years earlier," she said.
Daemon narrowed his eyes. "As always, you all want to put your hands on the worlds... But I think that's fair, you are better than all those other princes," Daemon said in the end. "I might think about it when all this shit is over, but I won't guarantee anything," he said.
"Fair. And now I must start to go, but I want to give you something first. And it has to do with the soul of the man you captured," she said, beginning to rise as Daemon stared at her curiously.
"I took a look at this world while you spoke with your mother's spirit, there is much darkness in this place, most people are destined to go to hell, which shows that this world is cruel by nature, and the other Daedric princes will have much power when they arrive here. That is why I want to change the nature of the people here... I want you to spread my light, Dovahkiin, so I will give you this," she began as a light started to appear above her.
The light grew stronger and stronger until an explosion came right after with something falling from the golden light, striking the ground with force.
Daemon looked at the object and widened his eyes as he recognized the blade with half of it buried in the ground of the sacred grove.
"Dawnbreaker?" Daemon recognized one of the swords he had used in Skyrim after acquiring it in Meridia's own temple, having destroyed some necromancers who had invaded the place in search of the sword itself, trying to corrupt it.
"But it's without power..." Daemon said right after. The blade did not shine, it was made of a material stronger than Valyrian steel, without a doubt, but at the same time, it no longer had the glow it would usually bear.
"Yes... It no longer has the power it once had, that's because I just passed it from the other world to this one... I had to leave its power behind, but at the same time, nothing prevents me from recovering it here," she said, with Daemon raising his eyebrow.
"So you want to use that man's soul..." Daemon soon guessed what she wanted.
"Yes... I want you to show his soul and give it to me," she asked, approaching the sword buried in the ground while, with a movement of her hand, the blade began to rise from the earth and levitate by Meridia's will alone.
Daemon nodded and soon opened his dimensional space. Above his hand, an energy began to emerge, glowing like an Oblivion portal, the soul quite powerful by the standards of this world.
"A creature that desired to go against the fate of the world... To serve to guide the world to the light, you will make this sword shine again, you will make its light illuminate the cruelty of this world and the darkness that is approaching..." Meridia spoke, taking the soul from Daemon's hands as she began to place it into the Daedric symbol that should shine like the sun above the hilt of the sword.
The soul seemed to writhe, trying to escape its fate, but it began to be sucked in without being able to do anything else as the symbol glowed, though nothing compared to the strength it once had.
"Do not worry, do you think that just one creature like this would give power to the sword?" Meridia said with a smile to Daemon's doubtful look.
"Let us now... use my power in its purest form," she said, touching the Daedric symbol with her finger, as it began to shine on the sword.
"You are using your own soul?" Daemon's eyes widened, and she returned a sad smile to him.
"Of course, how do you think this sword had so much power in your hands? But I want to make it even stronger here, after all, you will face a legion of dead that not even Tamriel, with all its horrors, could create," she said as an aura continued to pour from her finger into the symbol.
Daemon saw this and stretched out his hand once more to her, while an aura, different from Brynden Rivers' soul, emerged. It did not glow with pure purple, but with an ethereal white and yellow, its core blending like an aurora borealis.
"A dragon's soul?" Meridia looked at Daemon in surprise.
"I have a few left... I already know all the dovah words Skyrim can teach me, so I want you to use this one in the sword as well. If you want a powerful blade, then let it be so," Daemon spoke in a serious tone.
Meridia nodded and took the soul with her other free hand, beginning to place it inside the sword while her finger still pressed against the symbol.
Then it came, an explosion followed right after, so powerful it seemed to outshine all the darkness, since the sun had not yet risen. The whole of Winterfell was illuminated with the light coming from the sacred grove. As if there were a sun there.
Daemon didn't even need to guess that people would wake up with the flash, while guards on their shifts atop the walls would shout in fear at the strange event in the sacred grove. Even in the camp of tens of thousands of free folk who could not occupy the castle, and even the people of Wintertown, their eyes were fixed on Winterfell shining brighter than anything they had ever seen.
Winter, who was sleeping in her nest, looked toward Winterfell with narrowed eyes, knowing her master had something to do with it. She immediately spread her wings, soaring into the sky above the castle, waiting for any call from Daemon.
The light was so strong that the dark sky of that dawn was illuminated, while the stars themselves retreated.
What no one knew was that a sword was being born at that very moment.
Daemon kept watching the sword shine. The light did not hurt his eyes, he could see everything perfectly, all bathed in the golden glow of the blade.
"I need your blood now," Meridia said.
Daemon nodded as he cut his hand in the same place he had before to perform the summoning ritual. After pulling a blade from his space, he let the blood flow in front of the Daedric princess. She used magic to guide the blood directly into the shining symbol. It began to absorb more than half a liter of Daemon's blood, seeming insatiable.
The sword finally stopped drinking his blood, and it ceased to shine like a star within Winterfell, lowering its brightness, diminishing to the point of no longer covering Daemon and Meridia, while the glow retreated into the symbol of the sword, but remained there at last.
"It is done... This Dawnbreaker is brighter and more powerful than the one you used in Skyrim, Dovahkiin..." Meridia said with admiration, watching the sword float in front of her as it turned upright and moved toward Daemon.
He looked at her for a second, saw his mother back in the sacred grove flying in her ethereal form, since the light had drawn her attention, and she gazed at it with wide eyes.
Daemon extended his hand and took the sword, gripping its hilt, a smile forming as he felt the blade respond to his touch, the crest above the hilt shining even brighter. It was answering to him.
A roar echoed from above them, and Daemon saw Winter flying over the castle, staring at him in the sacred grove.
"I like it... It's good to have you back, Dawnbreaker," Daemon said, keeping his smile.
"They say that in the legend of the first Long Night, Azor Ahai had a flaming sword against the darkness. So it is only right that the prince who was promised has his own... I hope my blade lights the path in the darkness and that it helps to destroy evil more easily, Dovahkiin," Meridia said as she floated in the air.
"So this is it, something tells me we'll never see each other again, Meridia," Daemon said to the Daedric who was beginning to fade. She had used too much power to bring and revive the sword.
"Fate is very treacherous, it is always making us rethink our plans... I do not know what the future holds, but this may be the last help you will ever receive from a Daedric Prince, or perhaps not... Either way, I will say goodbye hoping never to see you again. I hope you create a world better than this one, Dovahkiin, the people here need light... And live a life you always wished for as well. Farewell, Dovahkiin..." she said, disappearing completely, leaving only Daemon, his ghostly mother who had listened in silence, and the sword in his hand still glowing.
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