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It was the Year 432 of the Fifth Er, the sun was starting to rise again over the conflictive Nirn, conflicts that seemed to be far away for those who lived on the top of Karraze Mountains, a holy place for many.

 A camp of 10 people could be seen on one of the many paths that led to the top, the so called "Paths to Heavens". The group was not moving as 9 of them were on their knees praying to the rising sun, touching the cold ground with their foreheads.
A female covered in a fur coat just like the other 9 was sitting on a rock just watching the others in silence, it seemed she did not share the same religious believes. Once the men, obviously soldiers, stood up the female used her spear to help herself stand up. They continued their march without saying a word as no one was really in the mood, they had lost 3 days hiding in a cave due to a storm, they were hungry and just wanted a warm bed to sleep in.

 Once they arrived to the huge crimson gates of the Monastery the soldiers started pushing each other playfuly.

 "Empress! Empress! We have arrived!"
The newie cried in joy, Amaranta just nodded to him and the approached the gates which were open by the monks inside. 

 "[color=7bcdc8]You have not changed at all since I was here 3 years ago[/color]
The Empress said jokingly to the monks, all dressing in yellow robes with their long gray beards and shaved heads.
The soldiers were guided to a room the escorts, Amaranta was left alone on a huge dinning room with food and wine.