~HoLY MOTHER OF fLIPFLOPS IT's BACK. After like 5 months of not updating it's back! I started this fic pre-Lydia's death and I'm going to keep it that way. I refuse to believe it happened.~
"Vahl!! C'mon we have to go back!!! We have to find them!!" Jordan yelled sprinting away from Vahl.
"Venturian! Wait!" Vahl called back.
Vahl hung her head low.
"I don't remember where the shack was... I didn't mark it on the map..."
"Please tell me this is a joke, Vahl." Jordan said in a defeated tone.
"We will search in the morning, Venturian. Now it is vital that you rest. In the morning we will shop to get you proper armor, then we will set out to the largest cities and holds to find your kin."
Vahl got him into the house without waking the others and put him to bed.
"That is the one? The All-Maker?" Miraak questioned the younger Dragonborn.
Vahl nodded in response.
"But he is so young, he is only a child." The concern in the old man's voice grew.
"I realize this Miraak, but