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]

PART 10

It was dark. That was the first thing that I noticed when I came to. The second thing that I noticed was that it ws relatively silent, except for the sound of Seth's labored breathing. It also reeked of trolls. We were in a cave, I could tell that much. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and began counting the drops of water coming from a stalactite nearby. One, two, three, four, five, six... my eyes still weren't used to the dark, and it was the six-hundred and twenty-third drip. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted.

"...They harmed?" The voice was rough, so I figured that they were used to speaking a different language.

"No, sir. Well, the girl has a broken nose... but other than that, they're fine."

"Good. Mankar Camoran wants them unharmed." the voices then faded into the distance, leaving me with a few other snatches of informatation, such as sacrifices, rituals and blade. None of them sounded good.

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Seth was awake. And he knew where they were. They were in Lake Arrius Caverns. In a dank cell that he had been in only once before. It was the west wing, near the Mysterium Xarxes. The lock was probably average, but that wouldn't matter, as a guard would be posted outside the door. And they had no weapons.

'It's my fault,' he thought bitterly. 'If I hadn't come, they couldn't have tracked me, and found Alex. My fault.'

"Alex!" Seth hissed. Alex sat upright, and stared at him.

"You're alive?" she asked in a hushed tone. Seth nodded, and put a finger to his lips. Alex nodded.

"Listen,"he whispered. "My parents were once Mythic Dawn followers. I was raised here. Ran away when I was ten, after seeing a little kid get sacrificed. I've been here before, know this place inside out."

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My eyes narrowed. "Why should I trust you, Dormor?" He looked pained.

"Because. I an get you out of here."

"And you can also get me killed," I pointed out. Why should I believe his story? Absolutely no reason at all. Then again, if I was going to get killed anyway...

"You can turn invisible, right?" Seth nodded. "So you can turn me invisible, too, right?" Another nod. "In that case, you turn us invisible. We scrounge for weapons. We pick the lock, kill the guard, then we're outta here."

"We don't have any lockpicks."

I held up a small, thin bone. "Not a problem."

"We don't have any weapons."

"I can break his neck." Seth nodded, and shut his eyes.

"I love you, Alex," he whispered, and cast a spell. I was invisible. I was also in shock. He loved me? Impossible. Whatever.

I picked up the bone, sneaked toward the door, picked it in less than a second, and jumped onto the guards shoulders. From there, it was a simple matter of twisting my knees to the right, and jumping off the guard before he hit the floor, dead. Not a sound, not an ounce of blood. My master would have been pleased.

I checked his pockets for potions, weapons, or other useful items. I found 3 health potions, two hunting knives, twenty-five gold, and a pear. Then I had an idea.

"Seth, put on his robe. You will be escorting me to a prison cell. And take this knife." Seth pulled the Mythic Dawn robe over his head, strapped the knife to his waist, and grabbed my arm. He lead us down the dark tunnels, until I began hearing conversations.

"Get the prisoners. The time is near!"

"Turn around, Seth!" I hissed.

"No, I have to get the Mysterium Xarxes!" I had no idea what that was, but it sounded very insignificant, and a complete time-waster.

"Come on!" he whispered as he pulled me toward the noise.