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 12 A

Seth hit the ground with a dull thud.

"You're next!" whispered the man. I narrowed my eyes at the murderer of the boy who had just annonced his unwavering love for me.

"I beg to differ: you are next." Perhaps it was Seth's death, or my anger-management issues, or just pure adrenaline pulsing through my veins, but I next did someothing that I had never been able to do before: I launched myself through twenty uphill meters of air, and onto the man in red's back. And then I broke his neck. 'Ahh, victory is sweet,' was my last sane thought.

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The air seemed thick, pulsating, giving off the appearance that it was alive. It would have been disturbing, had I not been so out of it.

"Kh-eel her!" someone screeched, but they were dead before many of the others could turn around. Something happened then, something rather undescribable; I seemed to glow, and then, little bits of light shot off to the other red-clad followers, who then dropped to the ground, clutching their throats.

I rolled off the altar, dropped to the ground, and ran out, not bothering to loot the bodies of the still twitching followers.

Colours swirled around me, the ground moved, all sounds seemed deep and slow. But I kept running. Running and running, until, somehow, I found my way out. 'Why is this happening?' I wondered. It made no sense. I didn't know him, didn't even like him.

The dark, cold air slapped at my sweat-covered face, but I ran. Ran fast and hard, until I was sure that I could run no more.

"Alex." It sounded like Seth, but he was gone. Dead and gone.

"Alex!" I ignored the sound, knowing there would be nothing.

"Alex, listen to me." The voice was getting on my nerves, so I turned, and there he was. I skidded to a halt. "You're alive?" It was the same question I had asked not hours before, but now it was full of awe.

"I have no idea." This confused me. How could he have no idea about that sort of thing?

"Alex, pay attention."

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Part 12 B, From Seth's point of view.

Alex was staring at me, eyes blank and dead. It frightened me, to see her looking that way. She blinked, and her stance wavered. Then somehow, the toughest person I had ever know fainted. I caught her, marveling at my solid-seeming arms. Her black eyes opened, and she looked at me in wonder.

"Seth." And she passed out again. 'Where are we?' I wondered. It was cold enough to be near Bruma, but I had a feeling we weren't there. Oh, now I remembered. We were just north of Cheydinhal. I began trotting south, hoping I would get there before something attacted me.

This post has been edited by Petra Arkanian: Dec 23 2010, 02:09 AM