Aumriel Sylrell, The Pale Lady ( Main Story )

Seeing the pure magic in front of himself, Miraak was slightly stunned.

Gritting his teeth, he glared at the Elf.

With everyone ****, Miraak knew that he was alone now.

Seeing him prepared for battle, the Elf said smiling like a beautiful fairy, "I'm not-"

She couldn't finish before a punch was already on her nose.

Although she was quite surprised, after all, he was apparently a child, she masterfully evaded the punch by tilting her head to the left.

Feeling the pure pressure of the air around the punch, the Elf glared at Miraak.

"... Looks like you're not the normal kid." She commented, almost applauding at him. After all, to be this physically strong, he would need a hellish of training. ( She still thinks that Mer anatomy is applicable to Men anatomy. )

Suddenly, the Elf felt an enormous pressure coming off the child.

'... Wh-' She couldn't even finish before 2 ice spikes came flying toward her.

'... He knows magic too, huh...' She commented silently in her head.

Since she was a Snow Elf, she was immune to ice and snow magic, so the Elf just shook her head as she waited for the impact.

As the 2 ice spikes impacted on her, they just exploded in small pieces, doing nothing. Shrugging off the annoying small pieces of ice, she thought, 'Looks like he doesn't know th-'

She couldn't finish thinking before an ice spike came out of the smoke toward her but glowing in strange red runes.

As the ice spike impacted on her skin, suddenly, it shinned like the sun, making a massive explosion of fire.

Painting tired, Miraak saw the Elf slightly burned **** on the ground.

'Looks like it worked... Putting so many Fire Runes on an Ice spike,... It almost made me faint from low Magicka...' He thought sighing as he recovered.

...

As the group woke up, they saw Miraak painting tired while the Elf was on the ground.

"Did you..." Arnora said but, soon after, shook her head and continued, "... Let's capture her first. We need to first know the situation."

Taking out a rope, the group detained her on a nearby rock.

Although the group stared strangely at Miraak, he just shook his head as he recovered his Magicka.

After all, he is a child. To a child bring down, apparently, a woman who singlehandedly took down everyone, it's way too abnormal.

But the abnormality is becoming normal to them. So they just shrugged their shoulders as they started cooking again some wolf's meat.

...

Walking up, she saw the group eating Wolf's meat.

Turning her head around, she saw the child from earlier sitting with closed eyes.

Sensing the surrounding Magicka going toward him, she immediately knew what he was doing.

Glaring at him, she started to study him.

Seeing the Elf wake up, Arnora wanted to start the 'Interrogation' immediately.

"... So... Who are you and where are you from?" Arnora asked glaring at the Elf.

"... Tch." The Elf clicked her tongue to Arnora as she continued to study Miraak.

"... This Bitch..." Arnora swore as she stood and was about to kick the Elf on the stomach.

"Stop. Now." Miraak said with power on his voice.

Arnora glared at him and stopped.

"I will continue." Miraak continued as he turned his head toward the Elf gaze.

Looking at his eyes, the Elf almost lost herself in such pure black eyes, as if there was an abyss calling for her.

"Who are you and Where are you from?" Miraak's voice sounded in her head.

Although she knew he was using magic, she didn't know what kind or what spell. So she easily fell for it.

"... I'm Aumriel Sylrell, from the Sylrell family, Royal family of Unsthalas." ( Snow elven fortress near Morthal in the future. ) Aumriel said through gritting her teeth.

"... Are there more people like you?" Miraak continued. Although he already knew the answers, he wanted to group to know what they would be facing.

Since the question he made was quite generic, Aumriel responded weirdly, "... Of course, there is more Snow Elves."

"... So they are Elves, huh... Damn bastards..." Arnora commented to the group.

"... She is quite beautiful." Vigot said shamelessly. But Aron slapped the back of his head.

"... She doesn't look like a foe... She could have killed us earlier." Aron commented to the group.

"... You're right... It's better if we make a peaceful relationship with this 'Snow Elves' species... We don't know how many and what they are capable of." Arnora said, finishing the conversation.

Nodding at each other, Miraak finished his Mind Control spell and Arnora smiled at Aumriel.

"Sorry about earlier. We made a mistake." Arnora said as she untied the ropes.

After some time glaring at them, Aumriel sighed and took out another paper and started to write something.

"... What magic did he use... how did he use... It was Fire and Ice Magic at the same time?..." Aumriel murmured to herself as she wrote.

"... Is she crazy? Did you hit her too hard?" Arnora asked to Miraak while glaring strangely Aumriel.

'... Aumriel?... Where did I hear this name?...' Miraak thought seeing the Strange Elf.