Ysgramor ( 1 ) ( Main Story )

As Aumriel left the group, more and more Atmorians groups started to arrive.

As the groups united, they noticed problems.

Such as space, food, water, and lack of wood to produce campfires to everyone.

So the leaders of the groups along with some Dragon Priests united on a quite big tent to discuss it.

"We need to solve these damn problems! The more time passes, the more our warriors will be weakened!!" Ysgramor shouted slapping hard the table with his right hand.

Although he was an asshole, he was right.

Since everyone knew that the current problems needed to be solved rapidly, they all nodded to each other.

"... How about building a city?" Miraak said smiling. Since he was already a Dragon Priest, he was considered a 'Leader'.

"You're a damn child! What do you know about building a city!! Let the adults solve the problems and go play with snow, child." Ysgramor shouted at Miraak slapping the table again.

'... Geez, I always forget that they are idiots in this Era... Wait... They'll always be...' Miraak thought smiling to the idiot.

Seeing him smile like that, Arnora and Aron exchanged glances as they slightly trembled.

Although he felt something was wrong, Ysgramor continued, "So what that you're a Dragon Priest! If you can't even defeat the enemy, your occupation is worth nothing!! Why would Lord Alduin choose a damn child to be a Dragon Priest?!"

"... Hmmm... So how about this?... I challenge you for an amicable battle, Ysgramor." Miraak said as he stood up and left the tent.

Everyone present just sighed, stood up, and followed them.

Since Ysgramor is the most skilled Atmorian warrior alive, they just wanted to know how badly will Miraak lose. With the exception of Arnora and Aron.

"... Looks like this will be fun." Arnora Stormcloak said to Aron while laughing.

"... I just hope Ysgramor will accept it... If not... There will be another Atmorian Civil War..." Aron said to Arnora.

As Miraak walked, he started to concentrate to know which 'Level' he is in and in what.

'... I'm at level 47 in two-handed and 35 in one-handed, huh... Looks like I have a talent for two-handed weapons... Not like I care... ' He thought as he arrived at the arena.

Since he was still small in height, he couldn't control a Greatsword masterfully.

Not matter if you can swing it or not, if your weapon is three times your height, it's impossible to make maneuvers.

So he chose to use a sword and a dagger.

Seeing him like that, Ysgramor smirked and said, "It's okay, kid. I will go easy on you."

With the sword pointing at Ysgramor and the dagger ready to take out, Miraak closed his eyes.

...

One day in Apocrypha, Miraak found an interesting book, like always.

It was a book made by an Extremely powerful Redguard Master of Swords, Silaeen Verdam. Although he chose to be anonymous and forgotten by history, in Apocrypha, his book was collected by Hermaeus Mora.

It was a book with all his techniques, tactics, training, etc...

Since Miraak was bored, he chose to read it.

...

As Miraak closed his eyes and concentrated, he could feel it.

He could feel everyone's muscles, bones, breaths, vision, position, sweat, etc... Even Nature didn't escape from this ungodly realm, as he felt the air's flux, the snowflakes raining down, the scent of the sea, etc...

He could feel everything. But, there was a cost for everything.

Since it was his first time trying it, Miraak didn't know that it wasn't physically draining him, but it was mentally draining him. As if it was a spell, it was costing Magicka per second.

From direction Left, 80% of strength used on right arm while 30% on left arm, toward his neck.

As Ysgramor sprinted toward him, Miraak was already moving.

As if it was obvious, Miraak's head was already starting tilting backward from the start.

As Ysgramor's ax, Wuuthrad missed his head, as if he knew the future, Miraak's hands were already on Ysgramor's right arm.

'... Wh-' Ysgramor thought stunned as the felt an incredible pressure coming from the small hands.

Ysgramor knew he was done for. The strength he felt on his right arm was strong, too strong.

But suddenly, Miraak opened his eyes in surprise as he collapsed on the ground.

'.... Wh-What happened?' Ysgramor shouted in his mind.

Everyone in the crowd was glaring weirdly at the collapsed Miraak.

After all, everyone was a veteran. They saw how effortless Miraak dodged Ysgramor slash while grabbing his right arm.

"Did he... Did he collapse from exhaustion?" Arnora asked uncertainly.

Even Aron was glaring doubly at Miraak.