New Rifton ( Main Story )

As Miraak was 'fighting' Ilyana Lorathyra, at the other side of the city.

Inside the Uncrowned King newly constructed building, 'Miraak' was sitting on the throne as Asa and Iphislia were behind him, smiling at the kneeling old elf in front of them.

With pale grey skin and white hair, an old Dwemer could be seen kneeling to the trio.

Dr. Vulmer.

A Dwemer madman that fully believed in biotechnology.

Since he lacked manpower, his research was advancing very slowly.

And that was the reason he was present on the throne room, kneeling to 'Miraak'.

"... Please!! I need more assistants..." Dr. V said pleading.

Asa and Iphislia, who were behind 'Miraak' glared weirdly at him.

After all, they already sent 2 bandits to be his assistants!

But, they knew what happened.

Dr. V's thirst for knowledge was second to none.

They were already dead somewhere in the lab.

'Miraak', who was silent until now, said slowly as he sighed, "... We can't send any more personal."

If Dr. V knew that he was talking to an extremely special Deadra, he would have already jumped on him.

But, since he didn't know, Dr. V responded as he sighed too, "... Fine... But don't expect results so soon, then."

Standing up, he left as his white mage robe danced on the wind.

On his first day as 'Miraak' and he already had to interact with such a troublesome being.

Sighing, 'Miraak' glanced at Asa and Iphislia as fear rapidly flashed in his eyes.

The duo was dangerous.

One wrong step and his head will be rolling on the ground.

He had to impersonate 'Miraak' perfectly! For his God!!

...

After easily winning the Frozencaller Tournament, changes started to appear on the mood of everyone.

From sad to cheerful.

From anger to admiration.

Even if he was a savage, he was the Champion of the Frozencaller Tournament!!

The most powerful Ice Mage on the Empire!!

As his black robe and his blonde hair danced on the wind, everyone stared at him with, not disdain or rage, but with admiration and inspiration flashing their eyes.

After all, there was something absolute in the world.

Power.

As long as you're powerful, certain things just come along with it.

Of course, not everyone thought the same.

Clicking their tongue in annoyance, some Elves shook their head in disappointment.

It's impossible for everyone to like you in the world.

So, Miraak, who was gaining all this attention, shook his head.

It didn't matter.

Hate, Envy, Disgust, everything didn't matter.

He achieved what he wanted to do in Rifton.

It was time.

Time to changes.

Feeling his connection with his Meat Puppet, Vuduin Aeroris, a light flashed in Miraak's eyes as he glanced at the City's Royal Palace.

Miraak smirked as he slowly walked toward it.

...

Since Vuduin Aeroris was such a disgusting being, no woman could stay with him more then a couple of months.

And, one day, it just happened.

One woman became pregnant.

It was a Boy, Prince Arel Aeroris.

But, Vuduin Aeroris was beyond furious.

He hated male children to the bones.

So, it started.

The Prince's hellish life.

Since he was born, his father tortured him.

At first, it was mentally.

As years passed, the Prince's personality became more and more twisted.

He started to see the true face of the world.

Power.

His father could do whatever he wanted because of his Power.

Political Power. Magic Power. Body Strenght.

It didn't matter.

It was all about power dynamics.

And, the young Prince understood it.

But, when he was six and when the Frozencaller Tournament was happening in his Family's city, his father suddenly changed.

Calm.

Unresponsive.

Reserved.

The Young Prince, Arel Aeroris, just couldn't understand... until someone entered the Palace.

A child, some years older than him, entered the palace.

With a pure black robe, blonde hair, and extremely blue eyes, he appeared.

The human child that won the Champion of the Frozencaller Tournament.

The moment he saw him, the Prince Arel Aeroris knew it immediately.

He was just like him.

He knew the world's true face.

In fact, he was already leagues ahead, already becoming Master-class on Ice Magic.

Suddenly, the Prince felt it.

He wanted to be strong like him

He wanted to become like him.

The child's eyes just glanced at him but it felt like a tsunami crashed on his soul.

Powerful.

Extremely Powerful.

He became even more stunned when his father, the most disgusting being he knew, lowered his head and said, "... Welcome, Master."

It was utterly nonsensical.

But, the Prince soon understood.

Power dynamics.

The child was leagues ahead of his father.

He could crush everyone if he wanted to.

As he stared at his father and the child, Young Prince Arel Aeroris suddenly saw them.

Two beings were slowly appearing from the small child's shadow.

Firstly was their hair.

One had blonde hair.

The other had black hair.

Secondly was their faces.

The blonde one had a perfectly cute face of a small child.

She wasn't older than the male child.

The brunette one, strangely, had a huge scar on her right cheek that made her very cute childly face become frightening.

Thirdly was their full bodies.

The blonde one had a nice bow on her back and brown leather armor around her small stature.

The brunette had two daggers on her hips and black leather armor around her small stature.

The Young Prince, Arel Aeroris, stared at the trio as he knelt, slowly opened his mouth, and said, "... Please! Make me your disciple!!"

Glancing at him, Miraak said, "... I shall judge if you're worthy of such position."