I tried to keep the serious tone of the story… I swear. But I failed spectacularly. I'm sorry… well, not really, because hahaha it turned out AWESOME. You can't deny it. So I'm leaving it as a special. If you want more adventures of the chicks, you know what to do: leave a comment and pray to the muses to inspire me again.
Special: The Dragonborn's Search Squad
A young girl of about twelve walked through the ancient streets of Whiterun, the golden rays of sunset lighting up her blonde hair, tied back in a simple ponytail. At first glance, she seemed like any other child, with her plain dress and sweet face. But if you looked closely, you'd notice several magical protections and enchanted enhancements hidden beneath that innocent appearance.
"Avento, I brought the ones who were missing,"Sofie announced cheerfully as she walked through the door of the house that served as their makeshift mission base.
Avento, a boy with a serious expression and messy dark hair, turned slowly with his arms crossed. His dark clothes, enhanced with legendary enchantments, made it clear he wasn't just any child.
"You're late. I was about to send someone after you... in case you got lost again,"Aretino said, with the air of an annoyed older brotherdespite being a year younger.
"We helped a puppy caught in a trap!"Sofie excused herself, smiling sweetly.
"Save the chit-chat for later,"Blaise interrupted firmly, one of the oldest in the group, his eyes full of determination. He came from the Dragonborn Orphanage, a few streets uphill."We've got important things to plan."
Around a table covered in maps, marks, and notes, ten boys and girls gathered. The house buzzed with whispers and laughter, but they all bore a symbol that commanded respect across all of Skyrim: a small shield with the figure of a dragon on their chest.
They were disciples of the Dragonborn. Children taken in by him and trained from a young age not only in combat but also in magic, strategy, alchemy, and more. Some villagers called them "the children of the storm," others simply "the chosen ones." What was certain was that each of them could easily take on several grown soldiers without breaking a sweat.
The orphanage Einar had founded had become a mix of refuge, elite academy, and living legend. It was even said that some of the most renowned heroes visited just to train with them… or learn something new.
"Where did Master go this time?"one boy asked, tired of checking the map.
"Did you try to get him more wives again so we could have more moms?"a girl asked, squinting at Sofie.
"Nooo!"Sofie shouted, quickly hiding behind Avento."Well… maybe a little."
An awkward silence fell before Alesan spoke:
"Sofie… we already know all adults are idiots. When Master was a nobody, they rejected him. Now that he's rich and famous, they throw themselves at him. It's obvious he doesn't want anything to do with them."
"But if he had lots of wives, they could come to the orphanage and take care of all of us!"Sofie replied with teary eyes.
That comment froze everyone in place.
"…Thanks for thinking of us,"one of the kids said quickly, and the rest started apologizing in an improvised, synchronized dance.
Avento facepalmed and sighed.
"That idiot... she tricks everyone with a smile," he thought.
"So, how do we find him? The Jarl won't let us leave the city after the... cheese incident."
"Hey! That was Nelkir's fault!"Blaise protested."He thought he was better than everyone just because he's the Jarl's son. I just wanted to prove that being a disciple of Einar made me stronger than him and his father combined."
"And you thought stealing cheese from a giant was the best way to do that?"another child asked sarcastically.
"Silence! What if we contact the Dark Brotherhood?"Avento suggested. Everyone looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Sure, and let that idiot Cicero come do somersaults… No thanks,"Blaise scoffed.
"Or do you just want to see Babette again?"Lucia said with a mischievous smile.
"No!"Avento yelled, but his red ears gave him away.
"You do know she's older than all of us put together, right?"Alesan added, raising an eyebrow.
"I said no! Moving on! What about the Thieves Guild?"
"We already sent a letter to Brynjolf,"Blaise replied."He says he doesn't know where Master is, but he's alive. That the Nightingale Cloak hasn't returned… whatever that means. Last time they saw him, he was doing a job for the guild, and suddenly a golden light appeared, and he vanished."
Silence fell over the group again.
"Knowing his luck, he probably ended up trapped in some forgotten ruin… or another Oblivion plane,"Avento murmured.
"So what now?"someone asked.
"Obviously: we go out and look for him,"Blaise replied with all seriousness.
"But the moment we step outside, the guards will follow us..."
"Then we punch them, run, and if they lock us up… we break a wall with our fists! We're stronger than an army!"Blaise shouted.
Everyone nodded in agreement, like it was the most logical thing in the world.
Meanwhile, on the rooftops of the nearby houses, black-clad shadows hid. Elite spies, sent to watch over them.
"If these demons get out, they'll cause more chaos than the daedra,"one signed with his hands.
"We were ordered to watch, not intervene… unless they're in danger,"another replied.
A third figure, female in silhouette, smiled while pointing at the group.
"Doesn't matter… this will be fun. Let's follow them."
And so the Dragonborn's Search Squad was born. A group of prodigious children escaping Whiterun, ready to knock down walls, face monsters, and unleash chaos, all to bring their master back.
When they finally found him, Einar didn't know whether to hug them or hide in another plane. He knew they'd blame him for everything, even though he was the Dragonborn.
And the shadows who had been watching them?
When they returned… they didn't ask for a reward.
They demanded a raise.
...…
The next morning, the group was already prepared. Armed with enchanted backpacks, weapons that were clearly not toys, and the uncontrollable energy of a group of prodigies trained by the Dragonborn himself, the children headed for the northern gate of Whiterun.
Sofie walked at the front, holding a staff far too big for her size, yet it floated gently beside her, as if pushed by the wind itself.
"Today we'll find Master! And give him a beating for making us worry!" shouted Blaise with energy, and the rest of the kids raised their fists in victory.
"I don't know if we can beat him…" Lucia said with a hint of doubt.
"We're not going to beat him. We're just going to make it clear he can't disappear without saying anything," replied Avento as he adjusted his gloves. The gloves glowed faintly with ancient runes"a clear sign they were anything but ordinary.
As soon as they reached the gate, four guards stopped them. One of them looked at them with concern.
"Where do you think you're going, you little demons? The Jarl said you're not allowed to leave the city."
"We have permission!" Sofie shouted, showing a piece of paper with a childish drawing that read in big, crooked letters: "YES, THEY CAN GO OUT! SIGNED: THE JARL :)"
"That's not an official document! And that's a drawing of a flying cow!" the guard said, staring at the paper in disbelief.
"It's a goat with wings. Learn the difference, you ignoramus," Blaise muttered before stepping forward.
"For the last time! You can't""
BOOM.
The wall shook as one of the kids, around fourteen years old, struck the ground with his axe. A crack spread beneath the guards' feet, making them step back in fear.
"Was that...?"
"Yeah, yeah... it was a warning. Next time, something else will explode," said Alesan with a mischievous grin.
Finally, with the guards frozen by doubt (and fear), the children passed through the gate. The shadow squad on the rooftops followed, leaping from roof to roof like silent predators.
One of the watchers spoke softly into an enchanted stone.
"This is Shadow Alpha. Chick Squad has escaped Whiterun. I repeat, the demons have breached the wall. Activating protocol 'Tiny Storm.'"
The stone responded with a long sigh.
"Stick to the plan. And for the love of the gods, make sure they don't destroy another village this time..."
And so began the journey of the Dragonborn Search Squad. Ten heavily armed children, trained by the most feared warrior on the continent, determined to find their master… even if they had to tear down half of Skyrim in the process.
Because for them, there was no obstacle, no law, no cheese-wielding giant… that could stand between them and their family.
And the story was just beginning.