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Morning rose too swiftly for the weary champion as she achily lifted herself from the bed, a hand cupped upon her swollen belly, the other steadying her upon the sheets. "How are we this morning, little one?" She asked smiling as she stared at her stomach. With a deep breath she lifted herself off the bed and towards the vanity. Upon the side table stood a deep bowl and a tall pitcher of water. Slowly Sirai poured the liquid into the bowl, splashing her face with its coolness. Her reaction was to shake off the water, and she grabbed a towel afterwards, drying herself quickly. Sirai dressed into a very loose dress, brushed her curls out and

Upon going to a fellow watch captain for an issued leave, Cedric was also granted a small dispatch of the Imperial Legion, and he set off with Sirai for Bruma, the host city of the Cloud Ruler Temple. They traveled past caves, Ayleid ruins and various forts. Creatures and bandits attacked them from all sides but the Imperial escort quickly stopped their threats. The group passed through Bruma and up the Ferall Mountains until they came to the temple hosted by the Blades. Cloud Ruler Temple had been the sanctuary that kept Martin safe while Sirai had quested for the answers to close the oblivion gates. It held many memories for the Hero of Kv

Coming back from her memory, Sirai fell to the floor of the temple, face down, and wept, mumbling a few words in her native tongue, Ta'agra. Cedric was about to comfort her but the priest in the temple held him back and said in a low, solemn voice, "She must reflect. The Champion must realize her destiny." Cedric bowed his head in acceptance and continued to stare at the dissolving Sirai. The Khajiit wrapped her tail around herself and walked up to the leg of the statue. She sat down on the huge clawed foot and leaned against the leg. As she sat there she noticed a small book near the stony claw. She picked it up and read it. Five months

Oblivion gates covered the city passage ways, daedra flooding in with their demon-like creatures. Sirai's duty was to protect the emperor, and protect the emperor she did. Within the great city walls, the barrier between Oblivion and Tamriel was broken and Mehrunes Dagon stood, in the flesh, before the warriors. He was a giant daedra carrying a large stick upon his shoulder. His muscles were huge and bulging beneath his leathery, red skin. The demonic lord's roars resounded through the whole city, striking fear and pain into every soul that heard it. Martin turned towards Sirai and gasped, "No!...we're too late." Sirai stared at him in disb