Sirin, Couldn't resist myself Options

[Sirin]

Well, I found myself lacking in Mabriel's story.... After I bought Oblivion (which, oddly enough, doesn't want to work for me...) I lost track of her. So here's Sirin.

I sat motionless, staring at the blank, stone wall. This wall is all that separates me from the outside. I didn't blink. I didn't even bother to breathe. Life seemed to stop. Here I had sat, in the Imperial prison, for three weeks. Why? I was a criminal. Prison is where all criminals wound up. Foolish reason.... I had asked myself this question for all of the twenty one days I had sat in my cell. Sure, criminals get locked up, but why am I in here? I suddenly drew in a sharp breath. Memories flooded in my mind's eye. I had been betrayed...

Three weeks ago, I, Sirin Kalimian, was a free Redguard. A free, wealthy Redguard, at that. I had led a dishonest, but profitable lifestyle. I had been involved in smuggling, theft, and other various vices. It was risky, yes, but I was good at it. Was good at it. An Imperial patrol had discovered crates of skooma in some commoner's home. The commoner had made a plea to the Thieve's guild before the patrol raided his house. He had needed the money from skooma badly, and would be killed without it. He was reminded that he would be imprisoned, and ran little risk of being murdered. However, he had claimed that he owed the money to the Dark Brotherhood. That's a serious problem... The guild had sent me to retrieve the skooma while it was en route to Castle Anvil. I HAD retrieved the skooma, but had been ambushed afterwards.

The Imperial fools had used the "commoner" to catch me. The Thieve's guild had even helped them, intentionally sending me to my grave, so to speak. I had been beaten and dragged into the prison. So, here I sat. Before I was aware of what I was doing, I caught myself scrawling on the rough stone wall. "Vengeance" "That's right," I said, "I will have vengeance."


That's all I got for now. Evening. I love comments!!!

[Sirin]

Here we go then! An update for my meager, yet greatly welcome, fans! Enjoy, my friends! Feast deep on the meat that is literature!

Part 6

Filtered sunlight washed my aching face, effectively waking me. I groaned softly, wishing for more sleep. The ever persistent sun, however, would not leave me be. Relinquishing my desires, I sat up and stretched my arms out. I was brought to a sudden dread; a dense forest sprawled around me in every direction.

"Enjoy your sleep, Brother?" My blood surged at the arrival of the new voice. I whipped my head around to see the grey haired lycan. My fear instantly melted away into bitter rage.

"No thanks to you, wretch!" I cried remorsefully at the one who called me 'Brother.' "Why have you done this to me? Wasn't there someone else's life you could have ruined?!"

My foe crossed his arms and looked at me apathetically. "You are rather selfish considering this gift I have given you," he countered.

"Gift?! You would think to call this a gift?! Maybe to you it is, but I have a life to live out!" I shouted.

"Really then? Rotting in prison is your idea of a life? It bears mentioning that you would have died in there, you know."

"I was working on a plan to get out!" I waved my rusted gauntlets in his face. "I was constantly builiding my strength up! I would have escaped!"

"I guarantee you, with the food they give you in there, you wouldn't have escaped." Soaring with blind fury, I leapt to my feet and dove at the man. Swinging out my fist, I planted it into his chest. He stood his ground, not budging an inch. With no more momentum, I sank to the ground. He grabbed me, though, and roughly threw me into a tree.

"I give up," I sighed. Looking over at him, panting all the while, I noticed that he was not even standing in a fighting position. He really is good. "What is your name, and what do you want from me?"

"My name is Kerric. I have already told you why I need you; to bolster our ranks. As you have most definitely realized by now, you have no other choice. You WILL come with me." I breathed a tired sigh. I really did have no other choice. You owe him your life, Sirin. Bear this in mind.

"Where do we go next, then, Kerric?" He smiled and beckoned me to follow him. Rising to my feet, I followed him into my new life. Why me?