Phoenix: Rise of a Legend, Breeva's life in Cyrodiil Options

[Diamandis]

HI! Here is my second attempt at starting my OBLIVION fanfic! I changed the format, as before the plan was to do a sort of story within a story format, but I couldn't get it to work.

But here it is!

This is the tale of Breeva, a fifteen year old Dunmer and Dark Brotherhood assassin. The story follows her life as she struggles with adolescence as she tries to find a place in the world.

She has a dark beginning, but I hope you like her story

Now, I'm not too familiar with a huge amount of Lore, but i'm gradually learning as I play the game and read other stories, so the story is literally how I perceive the game to be. Until I get more of a grip on lore, anyway.

A warning: the prologue does contain very... graphic imagery of gore, but don't let this put you off. The rest of the story wont be as gory!

This post has been edited by Eva: Mar 3 2013, 08:15 PM

[Diamandis]

@King of Beasts: Ahh thank you! Yes, that man was her father

@Elizabeth:

@Ghastly: Thank you for your advice

@mALX: Although I PM'd regaring your question, I hope you enjoy this

PREVIOUSLY
. A fourteen year old Breeva murdered her father in an act of unknown revenge.
. Lucien Lachance offers Breeva a chance to join the Dark Brotherhood

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1. Home Sweet Home, I

The darkness surrounded me. I saw my target. It stared my in the face; mocking me. I wasn’t worried; I knew I could take it.

I crouched among the shadows, unsheathing my collapsible bow and sheathing an arrow.

I lined a shot, aiming for the head of my target.

I focused my concentration, breathing in a gentle rush of air as I kept my eyes on the target.

I smiled, preparing to unleash my arrow and watching it soar through the air.

“Bye…” I whispered as I started to release my arrow.

“BREEVA!”

I fumbled, jumping out of my skin as I heard my name being called from my left. I fired the arrow, missing my target by mere inches.

I sighed angrily, looking at the woman who approached me.“Breeva, Ocheeva wants to see you. It sounds important.”

I groaned, collapsing my bow and hooking it to my belt, “Antoinetta, I’m training.”

Antoinetta raised her eyebrow, “against that silly wooden puppet again?”

“Well yeah; unless you wanna volounteer?” I replied sarcastically.

Antoinetta glared at me, folding her arms, “… what is the matter, sister?”

“… Nothing.” I replied, gathering my training equipment and putting them in my satchel.

“It’s because you want to kill something… isn’t it?” The blonde beauty responded with a cheerful tone.

“No. No I don’t want to kill anything.” I replied, met by a look from Antoinetta, “I mean that’s not why I’m in a bad mood… not that I am in a bad mood.”

Antoinetta grinned, “Okay, if you say so.” She then turned to leave the training room, shouting to me as she left, “Don’t keep Ocheeva waiting!”

“No… wouldn’t want that…” I mumbled to myself as I finished backing my arrows and potions into my satchel.

I put the satchel over my shoulder and stood up; a sudden rush of worry washing over me as I began to ponder what Ocheeva could have wanted.

I left the training room, entering the expansive underground sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood underneath

Cheydinhal and walking toward Ocheeva’s room down the corridor.

The architecture of the sanctuary was ancient, built with large stones and held up with a variety of pillars. The Dark Brotherhood symbol, a black handprint, covered red quilts that hung from a many of the walls. The air of the Sanctuary was dank and dismal, years without fresh air and sunlight took it’s toll on the old bunker. But although it wasn’t very homey, it was home.

My brothers and sisters of the sanctuary were my family; and they were the only family I had.

As I reached Ocheeva’s room I knocked on the door and entered it, spotting the Argonian Executioner sat at her table and reading.

“You wanted to see me?” I greeted, nervously.

“Yes Breeva, come and sit.” She ordered.

I nodded, and then walked toward the table sitting opposite Ocheeva. I felt all jittery; my hands began to sweat as I plastered on a fake smile to hide my panicked worry.

Ocheeva put her book on the table then looked at me, staring into my eyes, “We have a problem.”

“We do?” I replied, getting more anxious as I wondered what she was referring to.

Ocheeva continued to look at me as she leaned forward in a business-like manner. “Yes we do…”

A silence followed.

Ocheeva then unleashed the most wicked of smiles, “It appears we forgot that it was your birthday last week.”

The panic fell from my body like a weight had been removed.

I laughed off the remaining nerves, “Yes… It was, but it’s fine. It’s not important.”

“Of course it’s important. You’ve been with us for just under a year and you know the rules; train a year then kills are near.” Ocheeva grinned.

“Witty.” I replied.

“I think you’re ready to go out into the field now.” Ocheeva declared.

I started to feel nervous again, but for a different reason. “… Oh… okay.”

“When you came to us you were a shell. You’d suffered massive emotional trauma and, to be honest, you were of no use to us; but we weren’t going to turn you away.” Ocheeva stated.

“… Thanks?” I replied, not sure if it was a compliment.

“But in this past year you’ve grown into a capable young woman. Your stealth skills are incredible and your ability as a marksman is off the charts.” She said. That was definitely a compliment.

I smiled, feeling honoured that she felt such passion about the skills I had worked so hard to hone. I had been waiting for the day the Brotherhood saw me FINALLY capable enough to do contract kills… but for some reason I couldn’t lose this feeling in my gut.

I knew this day would come, and I was ready for it… but a part of me wished it hadn’t. I knew that I would be punishing the guilty ad I’d made it clear that those were the only kinds of contracts I wanted… but I didn’t know how to feel.

So instead of thinking too much about it I decided to do what I was brought here to do.

Kill.

I looked at Ocheeva, “So… what do you want me to do?”

This post has been edited by Eva: Mar 5 2013, 07:17 PM