Hey guys, I wrote a story on this site called Listen to the sound of the Ashlands a little over a year ago on this site (its hard to believe it's been so long)
Myself and writing rarely get on unfortunately and I eventually stumbled into writers block as my muse slipped away from me, sorry for never coming back but I guess I felt a little ashamed of leaving the story like that
But I really do love the site and I appreciated the people who were nice enough to stumble through my god awful grammar and help me improve, if you'll take me back I'd love to keep writing and start to read some fanfictions that I left off, Theresa of the faint smile being one I'm trying desperately to catch up with xD
Hopefully I'll go back to Ashlands in due time, once I've finally figured out the fate of Nerevarine and Morrowind ^^.
Thanks for reading this by the way xD This is a story that I began a few days ago and its something I'm going to write with until my inspiration comes back I still crave improvement so please, don't hesitate to point out anything that you don't like, whether its the story itself, or even just simple spelling and grammar mistakes, hopefully with your corrections and a bit of luck I might just get around to creating some truly interesting pieces of fanfiction ^^.
Forty Years After
It wasn’t a question, or some overly optimistic voice of opinion, it was merely an observation, although that didn’t help my heart which thrummed like a broken harp string, ringing with betrayed shock. Kurt smiled; his egg shell white eyes as bright as the twin moons that glimmered overhead.
“It’ll be better if you look down” he added with a grin and with a shaky breath I stared down the mountain side, clouds brushed lightly against the rocky side, my heaving breaths only awarded with bucketfuls of cold mist
The Nordic air made me shiver and I allowed myself to turn to my family, the nine elders stood in a circle around us and were wrapped in identical heavy black cloaks, white trims around their hoods that fluttered softly in the cold, even though there was no wind to move them.
Some of them stared at me with solemn eyes, others with a look that betrayed a feeling of anguish, hunger, sadness; some even held all three emotions in their still glass eyes. Kurt clasped his hand against my bare shoulder, his own cloak freely fluttering with that simple movement, the bells and beads that hung from his hood tinkling from the effort.
Will that be the last sound I ever hear?
“You’re ready” Kurt repeated, smiling at me, “Remember your courage...shock will try take you, but shrug it off and remember that the voices that beg you to escape are merely those that are afraid of you no longer needing them anymore.
I bowed my head to his wisdom, but mostly just to hide my face, it was a strange feeling, that feeling you get when you know that you are about to change, like a stag that is being hunted, it could choose to stay in the forest, paralyzed with fear, or it could take its antlers to the predator, and embrace death on its own terms.
How easy it was to forget about death... was there really an embrace at the end? A warm end to an otherwise cold and miserable life? Perhaps it would just end with the stop of my heart, mercilessly sudden like waking from a bad dream.
I blinked away frozen tears, the salty ice snapping away from my eyes, the pathetic array of tiny hairs on my face that I called a beard cracking from the frost as I made a brave smile.
I looked into my master’s eyes and chuckled,
“I think I am.”
Kurt laughed and pulled me close; the Volkihar shuffled slightly at the embrace, but chose not to interfere.
“I’ll see you on the other side” he whispered hoarsely and with inhuman strength, his hand pressed against my chest, pushing me off the edge and into the wastelands below.
Air whipped like lances across my ears and for a moment all I felt was my chest swell with an eratic heartbeat, and the howls the wind made as it lashed against my eardrums, my first punishment for a long string of foolishness, my thoughts pausing in shock as the younger but wiser part of me, the talented and headstrong mage I seemed to have been only a few days ago, calculated velocity and impact, screaming at my foolishness, begging for me to, at the very least, land on my head and end it quickly.
That was it then, I was not going to survive.
Opening my eyes I stretched my arms and legs out as far as they could go. Forty seconds, Kurt had said, that was how long it would take me to reach the base of the mountain, stories long forgotten returned to me as I flew through open air, how some people in their last moments saw their entire lives rush past their eyes, maybe so that they could on their final seconds on Nirn, feel regret and nostalgia for things that were never meant to be.
I thought about my old life, being born the kind of mage that appears only once in a generation, about family who had long since dismissed me as kin. Of Kurt and the tainted promises he made me.
Smiling I saw the ground beginning to rush towards me, adrenaline pumping freely through my slowly freezing blood and laughter escaped my lungs. Pure; sudden; manic; laughter. I wasn't much for prayer but I pressed my palms together and flipped around so at the very least I would not be able to see the roaming fields of snow anymore.
I closed my eyes.
I was ready.