Chapter 25 was the sixth episode of 'Child of Dawn'. Buffy discovered the journal of Dratik - the very vampire that had caused so much trouble for Azura and her followers. The journal provided many answers to the swirling questions confounding Buffy.
hazmick- My goodness! Thank you so much for the kind words!
mALX- Thank you mALX. In order to get the 'whole' Dratik story in one episode, it involved some 'telling', but I'm so glad it worked ok! Yay!
treydog- Such wonderful praise from a master! Thank you for endorsing that we provided the answers via a short story. It was quite foreign being outside my bowgirl's POV.
Olen- Thank you. I limited how far I delved into the vampires, and am certainly no expert. It seems unclear whether Dratik turned Azura's followers into ancients or not. Since they were destroyed by Buffy (a Slayer), I guess they could have been ancient or normal vampires. It was fun writing Dratik. I found him unabashedly dark, but nevertheless somehow compelling. I'm sorry the font color didn't work too well for you. I only tested it on the forum's primary background.
SubRosa- Thank you! I really found Dratik a paradox of some serious evil that almost pulls at one's heartstrings. Ah, the power of love - even when taken to such dark places.
Grizzly- Welcome, and I'm so glad you found your way over from that other forum where Buffy is such a chatterbox about her silly quirks and tactics. I hope so much you will stay with us. Buffy can appear sweet, as you say. Of course she can also slowly torture a highwayman to death for attacking her precious mare. Like many of us, her nature is a confusing paradox. Her youth and naivete prevent even her from understanding it. Thank you for the kind words!
Destri- It is so gratifying to earn your approval of this storyline so far! I must confess that as I crafted Dratik's journal, I nervously pondered your reaction. We have a habit of taking a few threads of lore, then weaving in significant license as we create a uniquely 'Buffy' tapestry (as with King Rislav's Call of Corsair). Thank you for endorsing our blend of TES lore with BF.
All- Now, the conclusion to 'Child of Dawn'.
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26 Child of Dawn Part 7- Azura's Hand of Fate
As I closed the ancient vampire's journal, I placed it into my pack. It answered many questions, but created several more. I stood, my limbs stiff, and released a burst of white magicka over my head. As it settled, my pains from being orc-crushed, followed by sitting too long, were eased. Removing a lit torch from the wall, I made my way towards the living world outside Gutted Mine.
Crisp air filled my lungs. I squinted against the brilliant sun that filled the sky and sparkled up at me from a fresh covering of snow. Superian approached. Her snorting disapproval of the vampire dust that covered me could not deter my fierce hug. I buried my face in her neck for several minutes, savoring her warm scent of precious life. Only then did I brush off the remains of Gutted Mine as best I could. I had to use a nearby snow-covered boulder to assist my aching climb up to her saddle. She then carried me slowly back to Azura's Shrine.
I placed the parchment containing Ghola's last words at Azura's feet.
"Thank you, Child of Dawn. The spirits of my followers are free, and henceforth, above my shrine, five bright candles shall burn forever in memory of their sacrifice. For your service, you shall retain the abilities I granted at the sunrise of your birth. Carry my token, and know that your name has joined a small list of women whose fate has been touched by my hand. Your obligation to me well-fulfilled, you are now free to chart your own fate."
There were indeed five candles above her shrine now. I had won the Star of Azura, but wasn't yet ready to try and deal with what I had learned about myself. After gathering wood for my campfire, I was starving and set out for a hunt.
The sun was westering, but still above the trees as I finished field dressing a buck some distance away from the shrine. His energy was safely stored inside Azura's Star. I had carefully removed the animal's hide and scraped it clean. A skilled artisan would be able to incorporate some small bits of light plate to reinforce key areas, and craft a fine pair of supple buckskin greaves for me. Given the number of wolves scouting the area, I was loathe to bring much fresh meat back to my camp. I cut six portions of venison. Two were safely wrapped in my blue hood of frost for the several days it would take Superian and I to get home. Four of the portions were to feed Azura's followers and myself that evening. The remainder of the deer's carcass would be very welcomed by the hungry wolves. Some of them perhaps had cubs to feed.
When I returned to the shrine, I distributed the venison, then retreated the few paces to my own camp.
Azura's other time of day had arrived, as I stoked up the fire and built a spit to cook my dinner. Stars gradually emerged to join Masser and Secunda in brightly illuminating the snow that blanketed the trees and boulders.
I held Azura's Star. The sound of fire crackling beneath the roasting venison was briefly augmented by a hauntingly musical note. The buck's life force had fed my bow, just as his flesh would sustain me and others. "Thank you," I whispered to his spirit.
With my bow and belly sated, I could no longer put off confronting the emotions that swirled within me.
My fate had been touched by the hand of Azura at the moment of my birth, and I was a Slayer. I had never even heard of such a thing. Frankly, I was not at all happy about it.
Yes, I could now feel an instinctive dislike for the foul night creatures, but traipsing around after them was no path for me. The only thing vampire hunting had earned my father was an early disappearance.
As a long range killer from the shadows, the fact that I could be smelled by vampires was terrifying. That I could sense the beasts was of no value to me; I was hardly going to go looking for them, after all.
My mind briefly flitted to Skingrad. I now realized the feeling I had experienced passing close by the castle, was my body alerting me to the presence of vampires. Were such beasts living beneath the very seat of power there? I had read that some castles had extensive underground tunnels. I wondered if whatever noble ruled Skingrad realized the danger? Oh well, if there was a threat, I was sure the city guard could deal with it without any help from me.
I figured my 'unique minor abilities' were that I could don multiple magic rings and cast fully powered spells while wearing armor. I had to admit I quite liked being able to do those things. I debated whether I should share what I now knew regarding the source of those special abilities with Boderi Farano. She had been as curious about them as I. My decision was to not decide that right now. I knew who I did need to talk with though.
"Acadian, I don't care for this Slayer business one bit. I guess we're supposed to feel a calling to seek out and destroy vampires. I just want them to stay away from me. Am I doing the right thing?" My brow furrowed as I poked at the fire with a stick. Several sparks leapt skyward, and my eyes continued upwards to the twinkling stars.
As was often the case, Acadian's silent answer was a question.
What did Azura tell you?I smiled. "Well, she said my obligation to her was done, and I could chart my own course."
And so you shall, my bowgirl. The stalwart paladin might not always understand me, but by Mara, he unconditionally accepted me and my choices. "Thank you, Acadian," I breathed. "We're a team however; I almost forgot about that in my selfish pursuit of Azura's Star. Do you want us to become vampire hunters?"
I was getting pretty good at sensing the paladin's feelings when he chose to share them. Acadian had no more interest in chasing vampires than I did, and that realization lifted a massive weight from my small shoulders.
"It's settled then, and I feel much better." I then raised my face skyward and loudly declared to the moons and stars, "I am Buffy the Bowgirl, mystic archer of the mages guild and citizen of Bravil. I am
not Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Glancing at the bow that had saved my life in Gutted Mine, I gratefully placed my hand upon its staff. The wonderful weapon responded with a soft red glow, and finally provided an answer to the question posed by Daenlin just over a week ago. I nodded my agreement. "Yes, the name I reject for myself, will henceforth be yours. I shall call you Slayer."
I reached into my pack and retrieved my quill, inkpot and two journals - Dratik's and my own. By the campfire's light, augmented by Masser, Secunda and a clear sky full of bright stars, I began the task of updating my journal. As I wrote, I chatted to Acadian, and even hummed a quiet song. Like me, he seemed at peace now, content to let me prattle on.
As I finished transcribing the words of Dratik, I realized I would need a new journal myself very soon. "Acadian, I think we need to stop next at the University to drop off Tar-Meena's copy of 'Modern Heretics'. I'm sure she'll be able to find a new journal with blank pages for me."
I began putting things away and getting ready for sleep. As I fumbled with the somewhat unfamiliar buckles and straps to remove my leather cuirass, I noticed much of the chill had left the air. I continued chatting. "I'm not really ready to share Dratik's Journal with the University yet - that will come home with me, for now."
Home. Pulling off my boots, I sighed as the very word filled my heart with longing for the City of Mara. "After the Imperial City, can we go home next? Please?"
The paladin's mood was light and agreeable as he teased,
Of course, Child of Dawn."Stop calling me that!" I was sure much of my rebuke's effect was ruined, as a giggle managed to somehow escape my tightly pursed lips.
As I tugged off my greaves I glanced at Superian, quietly standing under a nearby tree. "We leave tomorrow morning for the Valley of Horses, girl. Your visit with Thernd and Bandit will need to be a short one though. We need to get home." I then gratefully snuggled into my bedroll. Finally, I chirped, "G'night everyone."
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~ Author's Note: Please permit me a few comments now that we have concluded 'Child of Dawn'. ~
I would be remiss not to acknowledge Buffy's round-eared namesake, so allow me to humbly do so. Thank you Buffy Summers - you are a wonderfully strong example of an independent, imperfect, courageous and feminine young woman; if all we were after for our Blond Bravilian Bosmer Bowgirl was alliteration, she could have been named Barbie or Bambi.
In Buffy Fiction (BF) 1.0, we only hinted at her dislike for vampires. In the 2.0 version of Buffy's romp through Cyrodiil, our tongue is still firmly in cheek, but we decided to more formally develop this aspect of her nature.
The timing, or placement of this miniseries at this early stage of Buffy's larger story was driven by her enchanted bow. It needed to be fed (Azura's Star) and named (Slayer). The fact that Buffy is a Slayer does not represent a 'career change' as I hope she has rather adamantly explained. Rather, it is simply a part of who and what she is. There will certainly be storylines where it will come strongly into play, but those are planned for the distant future.
Finally, Buffy mentioned that her journal is almost full. Long term readers of BF will recognize she is heralding that her next episode will open a new forum thread.
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