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[Zelda_Zealot]

Before I start, try to figure out who this is about, and where I will be going with this before the end. The name of my character would be at the end but I edited it out, don't worry, I will put it in if someone gets it, and where it is going it hinted at in the title.





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I arrived in Cyrodiil late into the evening, and had to hike even longer to reach the first settlement I could find, The Imperial Bridge Inn, with little more then the shirt on my back, and the sword in my hand. Here in Cyrodiil I was nameless, in Vvardenfell however, I they called me the Nerevarine.

I have left Morrowind in an attempt to start a new, humble life, away from the worship, away from the awe, shock, and, in some cases, hatred. I could not even walk down to the local general goods store to buy breakfast without several people dropping to their knees in reverence. Therefore, I decided to leave. I would lock-up my house, say good-bye to my friends, and leave Morrowind for the first and last time.

As I said previously, it was late when I finally arrived in Cyrodiil, and even later when I collapsed onto one of the benches in front of the nearest inn. The moons were high in the sky, and even the birds had stopped chirping for the night. Doubtless, the proprietor of the establishment had already settled down for the evening, and was off exploring new lands in their dreams. Therefore, I opted to just lie down on the bench for the night, and rent a room in the morning. Besides, I doubt I had the energy to tear myself off this bench.

"Who is he?"

Why do they not know who I am?

"I do not know; he looks vaguely familiar though…"

Everyone knows me; they worship me…

"Awful nice of him to sleep out here instead of waking me to rent a room."

I know I am awful, please do not remind me.

"Maybe he was delirious and did not know this was an inn."

In where? In here?

"Oh, don't be so mean Lithy!"

No! Don't send the Liches after me! Please!

"Do you think we should wake him Lith?"

Please don't wake the Liches; they look so peaceful.

"I think we should get the guard out here first, just in case."

Where is this case? Where did you put it?

"Oh you think everyone is either insane or heartless! What about me? Have I not taken you in here when creatures attacked your cave?

How do they know about my past?

"That was different…"

Yes, let's put our differences aside.

"And how is that?"

Well we just have to ignore our differences, and talk this out.

"…I have my reason to trust you, and I prefer to keep them to myself."

I am so glad you Liches trust me; I don't know what I would do without you all.

"Well you keep them to yourself, I, however, am going to wake him."

Whom will you wake? No one is sleeping.

"No Davela! Don't!"

My eyes bolted open, and the first thing I saw was a beautiful Dunmer woman, smiling at me. Just behind her was an Altmer in a worn tan robe, standing with his arms crossed and a light glare on his face.

"Well good morning!" the Dunmer told me cheerfully.

"Is it morning already? It feels like I just lied down," I replied glumly as I sat up.

"I am afraid it is. If you would like, I could rent you a room, I just need a name and a few gold," she said, cheerful as ever.

"That's fine, I could just use some breakfast. I will get a room tonight."

"Well if you are sure. Why don't you get up and come inside, and I will get you something to eat."

Slowly I pulled my aching body off the bench, "Who is your friend?" I asked her on the way up.

"His name is Lithnilian, but we call him Lithy, less of a mouthful."

I looked at him for a moment, trying to understand why he looked to upset. Perhaps he was a distrusting fellow; maybe he did not like strangers. Nevertheless, I gave him a cheerful smile and a nod, which he did not return, and made my way over to the door following the Dunmer.

The inside of the inn was a little small, but cozy, and looked like the place you would want to snuggle up next to a roaring fire with a good book, and read away a rainy afternoon. There was bar opposite the fireplace that the Dunmer motioned me to, it was a wooden bar, but well made, and I doubt it would be falling apart anytime soon.

"So what can I get you? We have bread, soup, cheese, ham, fruit, and some rotting venison in the back, but I doubt you want that," she said without prompt.

"Just some bread and cheese thank you. What is your name? I know your friends, but yours is still a mystery," I asked her as she grabbed my food.

"Davela Hlaren, how about yours?"

I stood off my stool, gave her a short, mock bow, and told her, "Larrius Varro. At your service."


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So did anyone figure it out? You get a if you did.
I had some problems trying to create a good twist for my new chapter in Sanity (Which I went through, but want to add something new to it, like I did last time), so I decided to start on something I have been meaning to do for awhile, and was only possable with my "new" laptop.

Please let me know what you think.



This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Mar 26 2007, 06:22 PM

[Zelda_Zealot]

As much as I hate double posting, I don't want to wait for someone else to post, so here it goes.

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We sat on our respective benches for a few good hours before Davela got back with her supplies in tow. During that time, Lithnilian simply read his book, casting the occasional light spell when it got dark. Eventually he put his book down and sat there relaxed and at ease, well, as much at ease as I assume he could get with me there. Nevertheless, he was content to sit there twiddling his thumbs, or what ever he preferred to do to ease the flow of time. I know this as the only thing to do was watch him, and hope he decided to overcome his apparent fear of strangers. Several times, I got up and started to move about, considering going off into the woods again to look around perhaps take another look at that weird stone, but I wanted to get into the Inn as soon as possible, and if I was out in the woods when Davela got back, I would not be able to do so. So I would pace around for a little bit, halting only when Lithnilian would turn around to look at me. Judging by the glare on his face, my constant pacing was irritating him, so, being the nice person I am, I sat back down.

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"Lithy! Larrius! Did I lock you two out?"

"Oh no! We simply decided to come out here, stare at the stars and maybe get to know each other better!"

"Oh you kidder Larrius! Here, let me open the door, and then we can have some dinner."

That was me talking if you could not tell; Lithy was still pretending I did not exist as much as possible.

"Could you give me a hand here Larrius? Just put them in the backroom, I need Lithy to help me light the fire, those damn matches never work," Davela told me and Lithnilian motioning to the cart she brought with her.

"Not a problem Davela, I can handle it," I responded in turn.

During dinner I sat off in the corner, alone, but not ignored. Davela was adamant about including me in the dinner table conversation, whether I wanted to or not, much to the dismay of Lithnilian. Looking up, I saw Lithnilian lean over the table to Davela and whisper something; something that I can surely assume was about me.

"Lithy! How can you say that? He has been nothing but friendly since he got here, and you still don't trust him!"

"Of course I do not trust him! I almost never trust anyone! And if you can not accept this, could you please just leave me alone?"

"Fine, go. Your rent is due tomorrow."

Peeking up from my meal I saw Lithnilian stand up forcibly, nearly upending the table in the process. Turning away with a huff, he stormed across the room, and up the stairs. Looking over at Davela I could clearly see she was upset.

"Does this happen often?" I asked her as politely as I could.

"No, not really. You are the first person he has gotten this upset over, before he would just avoid my customers, with you he almost seems to hate you. I just don't understand him sometimes…" she replied with a sigh. I watched her for a moment longer, which turned out to be a good thing, if I had went back to my meal I would have missed the look on her face as she looked up at the ceiling, and Lithnilians general direction.

It was then that I understood, why Lithnilian was so hostile towards me, why Davela was so upset with him, and why Davela allowed Lithnilian to stay here for what I have concluded must be longer then they let on. They were longing for each other. Each was interested in the other, while completely unaware of the others feelings. If it were not so painful for them, it would have almost been funny.

With a slight smirk on my lips, I finished my meal, with a plan already swirling around in my mind.

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After renting my bed for the night, I went up the stairs to sleep. I almost tripped getting my boots off, and did not bother with anything else. Not care much anymore, I threw myself down on the bed, and was asleep in moments.

The laughing, all of the laughing, they were mocking me. But for what? What was so funny about me? Then I saw it, they were looking at the records of my life. Of what has come and what will come. Everything I have ever done and will ever do was on the scroll. They scroll they were reading with their blind eyes, the scroll they were laughing at.

A shiver ran down my spine, the kind of shiver that only occurs when you know someone is behind you. The kind of shiver you dread, for you know it isn't your imagination.

Spinning around I saw him, waiting there, unarmed, but still far more dangerous then I could imagine. I saw him, and he saw me, we looked at each other. Right into each other's eyes, in our eyes we could see something… a fight, a fight to the death. Two combatants, locked in an eternal struggle, for if one defeated the other, it was only a temporary victory, and the defeated rose again. Stronger then before, faster, wiser, and more powerful.

It was a struggle told throughout the ages, constantly changing, changing with the times themselves. It was the struggle of good versus evil, no one was sure who was who; but people joined the struggle nevertheless, and gave their lives.

Bolting upright in a cold sweat, I knew this was not just a dream. This was something else altogether.

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Not as much as usual I know, but I am tired, and I need to sleep. If I get a chance tomorrow I will write some more. Urmm, time for bed.


This post has been edited by Zelda_Zealot: Apr 5 2007, 06:41 AM