Concerned, But Powerless Options

[Petra Arkanian]

Ok. First, I need to know if this is where i post my fanfic. I'm gonna continue my story here anyway, but please, someone tell me if it's not. Okay. For the story.
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Written By Petra


PART 1


The last thing I remember is a member of the Imperial Guard staring down at me. He was glaring (although I couldn't really be sure, as his helmet was blocking my view of everything) at me, with a sword in his hand, and a shield strapped to his arm.
It was then that I passed out.

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When I came to, I was lying on a small, uncomfortable cot. In a jail cell.

Not good, I thought. Not good at all. I had never been the follow-the-law-to-the-ends-of-Tamriel type, of course, but I knew a few basic rules.

1: Do not get put in jail.

Well, okay, that's the only one I know. But still.

"Ahh, you're a pretty one, aren't you? A Nord, no? But it is all wasted. You're going to die in here! Don't you see? Die, Nord, die!"

The blue-skinned Dunmer ranted on for some time, his loud voice echoing through my prison cell, and amplifying his overly-annoy, nasaly-sounding voice.

'Just my luck,' I thought. 'Not only do I have to be next to this stupid Dunmer, but my cell has to have good accoustics, too!'

As soon as I decided that I would punch him when he next spoke, the sound of footsteps drowned out his rant, taking my opportunity of violence with it.

"Hurry up, Barus! I won't risk the Emperors' life on your slow gait!" snapped a bossy Breton female. But why was she talking about the Emperor ? That was madness! Even I was taught to show respect to him, and here she was, mentioning his name as causually as if...

Oh. The woman stepped forward, and behind her was a Redguard. And behind HIM was the Emperor. Nevermind, then.

"Oh, Captain Renevault, I highly doubt that I am in any danger with you three around," said the Emeror, sounding amused. The man in front of the Emperor chuckled.
Then the Breton (Captain Renevault, I assumed) saw me.

"What's this prisoner doing in here?!" she barked, spitting the word 'prisoner' out of the back of her throat, as if it were something nasty she had found on the back of her shoe. "This cell is supposed to be off limits!"

"Usual mix-up at the Watch, probably," said the Redguard, Barus, sounding exasperated. Renevault fingered a key, and opened the door.

A man appeared behind the Emperor, and I barely had enough time to gasp before he attacked him. Surprisingly, the Emperor held his own, until the attacker, who was wearing shiny silver armour, slashed across his face.

But Captain Renevault threw herself in front of him, and the sword connected with her head. She cried out in pain, and looked at me eyes pleading, although I had no idea what for. Until I realized that she was looking at her sword. I scooped it up, and stabbed the attacker in the heart.

This post has been edited by Petra Arkanian: Dec 7 2010, 01:26 AM

[Petra Arkanian]

Okee, ladies and gents! Part 6, coming your way!

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PART 6

I spent the night wandering the empty streets, cataloging good places to rob in my head. No, I'm not really a thief, I just think that way. Most places were shabby, rundown, or too small to find anything good other than perhaps ten coin. 'Useless place', I thought, sighing. Why did people live here anyway?

After my fifth round of wandering Market District, an Imperial Legion Guard stopped me.

"You are familliar," he said bluntly, and held up a poster with a rough painting of me on it. They had gotten my hair wrong - it should have been blood-red, not orange - my eyes should be black, not blue, and my features seemed oddly twisted, morphed into an insane grin. I sighed, wondering how on earth he could even tell, as my face was obscured by a long, black hood. And my skin! It was, like yellow ! It should have been ivory!

"You think that looks like me?" I asked, trying to act taken aback. "She's gotta be at least twenty! And anyway, I thought-"

The Guard cut me off . "You," he insisted.

"Not me. Anyway, I thought that she was already captured!" It was obvious that he knew that, and was only trying to hassle me. He shrunk back into the shadows, watching me roll my eyes theatrically toward him.

Another Guard stepped forward. 'Oh, not again,' I thought, but he was already speaking.

"Sorry about Amus," He said, "He's usually like that." I stared blankly at him until he sighed. "Okay, what did I do?" The Guard seemed genuinely concerned - a trait I had never associated with Imperial Legioners -.

"Uh, what? Nothing," I stuttered. He sighed once again, and held out his hand. "Seth Dormor," he said.

"Um..." I debated telling my real name, and finally said, "Alex Deadalu." I couldn't find a reason to lie to him.

"So you were the assassin." I mentally slapped my forehead. 'Idiot!' I thought.

"Uh, actually, I..." My brain was blank (not something that had ever happened, let me assure you), and I stuttered to a halt.

"So you are," said Seth. He didn't sound the least bit surprised. "I thought so. You had a wary look in your eye, like everyone was your enemy."

"You sound like you know about it."

"Ahh, no, that is... um. Erm." he squirmed uncomfortably. I grinned at him, and raised my eyebrows.

This post has been edited by Petra Arkanian: Dec 14 2010, 01:29 PM