Sel, Chapter 2 Options

[Dantrag]

In those days, I was quite wild. I searched for adventure in everything. and more than once, I looked for fights. I find it sad that other people made excuses for me, even when I refused to give one for myself. I was often convinced I was right, such as in the time I tried to rob a Legion fort and got caught. Then, I got out of trouble because of my 'horrible childhood'. Looking back, it wasn't so horrible until the deaths started happening.

-Selenil Vendas

"Sh!" A ten- year-old Sel ordered his sister as he put his finger over his lips. "You don't want us to get caught again, do you?"

Vysi put on a pouty face and shook her head 'no'.

"Stay here." he whispered, handing Vysi a piece of bread.

They were hidden in a storage closet in Fort Buckmoth eating some bread that was stored in the crates. They often went there when they got hungry, and had only been caught once. That hadn't been pretty; their mother was less than happy to say the least.

Sel wanted more than bread this time though; he wanted some gold; hat way his family could have more than two changes of clothing each. Besides, why pass up an opportunity for adventure?

He sneaked out the door of the storage room and made his way up the stairs; he was disappointed in the fact that the corridor was lighted. He peered under the closed door to the next room, the soldiers were drinking and lagughing loudly. Sel even thought he heard a song somewhere in the choas of noise. Smiling, he made his way into what he had found out days before was the Fort commander's quarters. He opened the door, now confident that he would have no trouble. He stood straight up and opened the door. To his dismay, the commander wasn't one to drink.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

Sel stood there wide-eyed for a moment before finally taking off down the hallway. Unfortunately for him, the commander did too.

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It's short, but hey, it's really late here.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Nov 27 2005, 05:39 AM

[Dantrag]

"Come back little brat!" the captain roared, and it only made Sel run harder; he didn't want to leave Vysi in the storage rom, but he didn't see a way to get to her.

He turned another corner, running as fast as his legs would take him. The ten year-old's speed didn't help though, seeing as the Captain was a trained military soldier with much longer legs.

Sel waved his arms and legs when the Captian picked him up by the collar of his shirt.

"What were you doing?" he asked as he began the interrogation.

"Looking for my mom." he answered; sometimes that worked, sometimes not.

"What would your mom be doing here?" the Captain asked, already knowing the answer.

"Uhhh...she is umm...the cook." he answered as the thought slowly came to him.

"Our cook is an imperial." the Captain answered as he gave the small dunmer a fierce shake.

"We're adopted!" he blurted as he pretended to cry. "Stop hurting me!"

the Captain felt bad and put the boy down, and somehow missed the 'we' in Sel's statement.

"Here, I'll take you to her."

Sel nodded, giving the Captain a pitiful face and a sniffle.

When they reached the hot, aromatic kitchens, the kindly cook was confused until Sel gave her a sly wink, hoping that she would catch on and play along. Then the kindly woman acted as if she knew the boy, and explained to the Captin that she tried to keep the boy out of the fort as much as possible, but she couldn't find anyone to watch him today. Once the captain left, the cook began an interrogation of her own, one that Sel actually enjoyed; It involved a cookie and some comberry juice.

"So what are you doing in here?" she asked in a sympathetic voice.

"We were hungry, so we came in to eat." he answered honestly.

"We?" she asked, noting what the Captin did not.

"Me and my sister; she's still in the storage room." Sel answered with a mouthful of cookie.

The cook went and retrieved Vysi, leaving Sel eating contentedly with his cookie and juice.

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another short one, but that's how they will all be until I get a long break from school.