Wow! Thank you all so much for your lovely words regarding the introduction!
I must admit the narration style does differ slightly when it comes to the actual story, but hopefully you will still enjoy it
1. In The CellWe are the Hart resistance; Valiant hearts of steel, grace and honour. We fight to protect those who can't protect themselves. We fight for the freedom of our country. We fight for the pride of our planet.
The motto of the resistance played in my head. If only they could see what I'd become. I had shamed them. I had broken one of the ten tenants: 'Never give in to Selfish Crimes'. Basically, don't commit a crime for a selfish purpose. The tenants really didn't make sense unless you knew what they meant. Luckily I did, although I still broke one too many.
Anyway, I sat in my cell, gazing at the small hole that provided me with the minimal amount of fresh air. The whole place was damp; the enclosed stone walls to the gritty ground.
I sat at the small table in the cell, playing with a clay mug that was once filled with my daily allowance of water. I'd half wished that I hadn't drunk it so fast. It was a bit stupid really.
I leaned back in the wooden chair, putting my head back and observed the ceiling. There were a few cracks. If you squinted in the right way I SWEAR you could see the overall shape of Skyrim formed in the cracks. I smiled to myself. I'd never even been to Skyrim, but maybe one day.
I stood up and stretched, looking at the scar that I bore on my right arm. A token from my last encounter with Nerasteral. The one time she decided to take me on herself and she left a permanent reminder; pretty impressive if I should say so myself.
I smiled to myself, disappointed yet mildly humoured by the memory. It was at that point I remembered my brothers and sisters within the Hart Resistance. They were so strong, so wilful. We were a family and I loved each and every one of them.
Darn it, that battle. Too many good people died. Too many friends.
I felt a tear emerge from my eye and I quickly wiped it away, removing any evidence of it existing.
"Oh pretty Bosmer!"
I looked up and out of my cell door. The speaker was a male Dunmer in the cell opposite mine.
I smiled. "He speaks." The Dunmer hadn't said a single word ever since he was brought to the cell. Over a month and not a single word came from his mouth. I was curious as to the sudden outburst of noise from his mouth. "How are you?"
"Could be better," He hissed. "How are you feeling? Missing hopping about on the golden trees of Valenwood?" His words reeked with an unknown resentment.
"I assure you I haven't been hopping on any 'golden trees'." I glared at him, "And I assure you that racial slander like that doesn't sit well with me. Okay?"
"Feisty," He said, approaching his cell door. He grabbed the bars and continued to stare at me. "Tell me your name."
"Jihl." I said bluntly. I didn't care to know his name. Lucky for me he didn't tell me.
"Jihl?" He said, baffled. "I thought your name was 'Electra'"
I smirked, folding my arms, "And why would you think that?"
"The guards mentioned your name earlier today. They spoke about you whilst delivering my meal."
"Yes, well Electra is another name I go by. That's the name I'm most recognised by."
He smiled slowly at me, a hint of slyness, "I heard you are in here for breaking and entering?"
"You heard correct." I lied bluntly. He was very mistaken, but I'd rather be known as a theif than what I really was.
"A petty thief?" He said, insinuating that I was one.
I didn't reply to his remark, I only smiled at how pathetic his intrusive nature was.
He smiled at me again. A knowing smile, "No, not a thief... you were a member of the Hart Resistance, were you not?"
I remained silent. He obviously took that silence as a 'yes'.
"Electra Hart of the Resistance. Rather valiant of you to take the Master's last name after you took over his position. That must have granted you a lot of respect. It's just a shame that there is no one left to respect you."
I squinted at him. His knowledge of the resistance was slightly worrying, yet incredibly intriguing.
"Do you remember Faendil?" He said, returning the smirk I gave him earlier. "Sweet little Faendil? Sweet, innocent, fifteen year old Faendil?"
My body went numb, but my expression remained unchanged. "How do you know about him?"
"He was my brother, and you had him killed."
My voice went dry and weak, "... I didn't have anybody killed."
The Dunmer laughed, "Not intentionally, no. He told me that 'Electra' had a lead on a rogue member of the Resistance and he was going to fight by her side."
I remained immobile. I wasn't going to let him attack me like this. Usually I would retaliate by a physical threat, but that was impossible under the current conditions. I decided to do the next best thing. I approached my cell door and looked the Dunmer directly in the eye.
"Many good people died that day; not only your brother. I understand you're upset and that is understandable, but what you may feel is nothing compared to the pain and guilt I have to face every single day. So you can throw your words at me and try to make me feel more awful than I already do, but I will promise you this; the more you say, the angrier I will get. Once we are both free from this hovel you WILL feel the full force my anger has to offer, and it will not be pretty. Are we clear?"
He said nothing; all he had in return was a sarcastic smile.
Suddenly both our heads bolted toward the steps that led to our cells, hearing the sound of guards approaching. I watched as I saw them come down the stairs. They looked a lot more important than your average guard. They were heavily armed, too. They had swords that looked a lot more dangerous than the silly twigs the normal guards had. I knew one thing for certain, this horrible feeling at the pit of my stomach; whatever these guys were here for, it was a big deal.This post has been edited by Heather V: Oct 4 2012, 03:55 AM