A Brighter Future?, The story of Tara Willow. Options

[Tábrasa]

Hello! I'll start by introducing myself.

My name is Tábrasa and I'm new to the forums. I've been silently looking at some of the stories on the forums and have felt truly inspired.
Therefore I have decided to start the story of my Breton Wiccan, Tara Willow, who I've been travelling with for the past year. Below is an introduction to Tara, which will soon be followed by the Prologue...

INTRODUCTION TO TARA WILLOW

Tara Willow is a 20 year old female Breton born on the 14th of Rain's Hand, 3E 413.

She is primarily a Conjurer but also dabbles in Destruction and Illusion. She is also handy with a blade in certain situations.

Her father died when she was a teenager and her mother resides somewhere in Cyrodiil, under a new name following events in High Rock that led her to abandon Tara as an infant.

Tara's father was a man obsessed with the art of Mysticism; but in the wrong kind of way. He wanted to experiment the thought of finding a way to turn the human body itself into a soul gem; an experment not only ridiculed, but dangerous.

One day, however, he managed to succeed in his experiment; using a teenage Tara as his unwilling test subject. He managed to trap a spirit withing Tara's body, leaving her in an unusual state.

Tara now has to permanantly live with an extra spirit inside her, who she named Willow, after her surname.
Willow is able to communicate with Tara and take control of her body for brief periods; but only when Tara desperatly need's her assistance. However, Willow's possesions are almost NEVER a good thing.

Currently Tara is on a mission to find her mother, mainly for her own piece of mind. All she knows is that she is in Cyrodiil, but nothing else. The only thing she has to offer any aid in her quest is the memory of her mothers face...

This post has been edited by Tábrasa: Dec 12 2011, 01:17 AM

[Tábrasa]

mALX: Thank you so much! I'm very glad you are enjoying the plot and how it's unfolding! Hehe I'm glad you found the bra scene amusing, too

Acadian: Indeed, Tara does have trouble communicating her feelings towards people and the dinner scene shows this. Maybe she'll overcome these issuses and become a stronger person in the future? But for now, we have Willow for that Thank you for the nits

SubRosa: I hope dear Tara finds her brighter future too, but I doubt it will be easy I'm glad you enjoyed the bra scene too! Thank you for the nits

McBadgere: Thank you for enjoying the story! Blackouts are annoying for the victim, especially with how it appears Tara sleepwalks! haha

Grits: Haha sell they say a mirror is a gateway to the soul! Or that is at least what i say! I'm sure they'll learn to live with each other... eventually! Haha

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2.1 ~ Lessons

Cyrodiil wasn’t how Tara had pictured it at all. From what she had read she expected a mass of dense jungle as far as the eye could see, but from where she was there was no jungle. Barely a group of trees in sight that could even attempt to qualify for the status of ‘jungle’.

She could see forests and fields of grass swaying in the gentle breeze, but that was about it. To say she was disappointed was an understatement, but she couldn’t really let it get to her. She was here for a reason; a reason more focal than the lack of excessive shrubbery.

Tara had entered Cyrodiil from the Hammerfell border, but didn’t have a single clue as to where to go from there. She dropped her bag and barely managed to climb a bulky rock. She stood atop of the rock and looked out into the distance. She managed to see what looked like either a large castle or a small city. Despite the notion that she had no idea what it was she decided that it would probably be the best place for her to go. At least from there she could ask for directions, maybe even find a nice room for her to spend the night in.

She hopped off the rock, stumbling onto her bottom as she landed. She stood up, brushed herself off, grabbed her bag and followed the path to the city. She spent the majority of the journey wondering what she had left behind. She still couldn’t explain what had happened back at the house. Both Mildred and Aleksander had spoken to Tara as if she had caused the destruction, which she was certain she hadn’t. She had no theories that she hadn’t already pondered, no more questions she could ask herself that would be more than answerless. All she could do was hope that she would have some sort of answer soon, but until then, her current task was her main focus.

She wondered why Willow had been so quiet. She understood that she could only see Willow in a reflection, but she didn’t know that she needed a reflective surface to speak with her, too. Unfortunately, Tara didn’t have any way to test whether a reflective surface was the only source of communication, which annoyed her deeply. For all she knew Willow could have known something about what happened back at Alexander’s house.

It annoyed Tara that she couldn’t get what happened out of her head. She had a focus, a goal, that she had to complete for her own gratification, but she couldn’t help thinking about what had happened.

She continued walking, looking at her surroundings and taking in the Cyrodillic air. On second thought, Cyrodiil was rather beautiful. From the herbs and plants that seemed to be in every empty space, to the deer and other wildlife that pranced gayley to the harmonic sound of unseen birds was rather breathtaking. She gave herself a mental slap on the forehead for being so prejudiced about the province at her first glance, but she now knew that she was in a place of beauty. A place she couldn’t wait to explore... whilst looking for her mother of course – Wow, I forgot that for a second...

Suddenly she stopped and edged her eye line toward the main road again. She saw something which caught her attention. A man sat by the roadside. He didn’t have anything with him, no bags or rags, and he was dressed too nice to scream homeless. He looked happy, a large smile on his face as he appeared to be singing to himself.

Tara felt uneasy. She looked for a road she could take which would avoid the man, but she couldn’t see any such thing. She didn’t want to take a detour through the wilderness as Mara knows what could have been out there.

She decided that bravery was her only option; although she kept a shock spell in her mind just in case. She slowly began to walk again, trying to avoid eye contact with the stranger. She continued pacing past the man, giving him subtle glances as she passed him. As she passed him she could feel his eyes watching her as she walked. She ignored it and continued walking, relieved that she managed to avoid an awkward conversation with the-

“Excuse me, miss, I don’t know you do i?”

Tara stopped again. The man was speaking to her. Avoiding being rude, she turned around with a smile.

“Um… no, I don’t think so…” She replied, turning back to her original position. But before she could take a step the man said something which made the hairs on her neck stand up.

“You’re looking for someone, aren’t you?”

Tara slowly turned to look back at the man.

“H-how did you know that?”

The man chuckled, standing up as he did. He began to approach Tara.

“I am a seer of things not too distant. I am told things from the spirits beyond that those mere habitants of Nirn couldn’t possibly understand. I’ve been given a message about your path and I knew I had to wait for you at this time, on this day. I have been waiting a long time for you.”

“You have?” Tara replied with a cautious tone as the man continued to approach her.

“Yes, I have. You’re looking for someone lost. Someone who is lost, but you’ve never forgotten.”

Tara smiled, “Yes, yes I have! My mother!”

Tara began to get excited. This man knew things that only she did, and that surely must have meant something.

“I know, child.” He replied. He finally reached her, but instead of stopping to speak with her he walked past her. Her gaze followed him, slightly confused.

“If you want to know more then, please, follow me. The journey will be long, but it will be worth it, I assure you.”

Tara thought for a second. She barely knew this man and he was already basically promising her answers? But he knew thing’s he possibly couldn’t? That is not just coincidence…

“Where are we going?” Tara asked the man, who continued to walk.

“I own a shop near the imperial city. I bought it from a friend of mine. It’s an alchemy shop, but I use it for other purposes. It’s very private and secluded. Perfect for me to tell your fortune.”

Tara thought that this seemed too good to be true. Could this man truly tell her what her path will lead to? Could he tell her where her mother was? Could he be the person who gives the one thing she had been craving her whole life?

She thought for a second, wishing that somehow Willow could tell her what to do or what to think, but she was alone. This decision was hers to make alone. She knew what the right thing to do was and she knew she had to tell the stranger now.

“…Okay. How far is it to your shop?”