A/N
This is my first time writing a fanfiction or anything larger than a paragraph for school. A/N 5/16/15 I'm Back! And hopefully better than ever. Anyway I'm fixing a few things in the first few chapters and then continuing writing.
Time is Love
Two children ran through the streets of Morthal. The little girl had just broken her best friend's favorite toy, a wooden sword with a beautiful carving of a dragon that was given to him as a gift from the Jarl herself as a "Welcome to the town present".
"Allie come back here" the young Nord called after her male companion as she ducked under a large man carrying a sack of flour. The man stumbled, gave the two kids a glare but continued walking.
"Lydia I've told you thousands of times not to call me that!" The young redguard complained. "My name is Al'kir, its the name of a fierce warrior that lived hundreds of years ago in Hammerfell"
"Yeah you've told me this before" Lydia shot back "and honestly I think its a cute nickname for you." She said sheepishly. "Besides, you're my boyfriend I think can call you what ever I want. So ha!"
"Lydia I don't care what you think you can call me! I hate you!" Al'kir looked at Lydia realizing what he just said.
"Lydia I'm so sor-" he was cut off by her pushing him to the ground and running away.
"Lydia-" he was interrupted again by the sound of bells ringing, and town guards yelling at people to get in their homes. But Al'kir still frozen in place, didn't hear a word from the town guards he still stood there staring at the ground like a statue. Al'kir didn't snap back into reality until he was shaken by someone.
"Kid get to safety now! Bandits are attacking, hurry up and-" the guard froze and looked down at his chest, an arrow was stuck halfway out of his chest he fell over almost crushing Al'kir with his weight. Al'kir started to run but didn't make it far before he was grabbed by large, strong hands. A battle worn dark elf stuck his face into Al'kir's
" A young Reguard. Maybe 9 or 10...You'll fetch us a nice price" Al'kir tried to struggle as he was pushed into a cage that the bandits brought along for the sole purpose of capturing townsfolk for illegal slavery. About 20 minuets later the bandits retreated, and as the cart sped away the only thing on Al'kir's mind wasn't his captivity or his future life as a slave but Lydia and wishing he could see her one more time.
Fast forward 13 years. The story will also be told in 1st person from here on out.
"So to answer your questions yes I have many regrets and no I can't fix them, not now or ever. I think its best for me to just forget about her and move on" I said, envying my friend's carefree attitude. That's one thing that will always baffle me about Do'Zhen, most Khajiit are rude and tend to keep to themselves. But Do'Zhen was some how always happy and on top of that be a slave! I have no idea how he does it.
"You see friend" Do'Zhen started. " You have to live in the moment and not worry about your past or future. You have to have fun and enjoy yourself otherwise, whats the point? Anyway, I read a book awhile ago"
"You read?" Do'Zhen ignored the comment
"But this quote really stuck with me "Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones." You see Al'kir it doesn't matter what you said to her because as long as you know deep down in her heart that she loves you then the next time you see her you have nothing to worry about".
I looked at him amazed.
"Thanks Do'Zhen that helps a lot" I went off to bed but could not sleep. Does she really love me? I asked myself. Or has she moved on and went to live a better life as warrior like she always talked about? And if I did find her what would she say, would she hug me and tell me she missed me or tell me to leave her alone? I pondered these questions that I knew I couldn't answer. Until the overseers banged on the slave quarters doors to wake us for another grueling day of hard labor. My body, used to the work, continued on autopilot allowing my mind to wander, wishing I could escape but quickly dismissed these thoughts remembering what happened the last time I was caught...
"Dammit Al'kir I thought you were better than this!*Crack* You were my best man!*Crack* A hard worker!*Crack* Strong! My "master" himself whipped me, normally an overseer would do the dirty work because my master saw all of us, even his payed workers, as beneath him. But I was his favorite and he would not tolerate thoughts of escape.
"Now what do you have to say for yourself?" He asked. I being the proud man I am, refused to say anything. But as I grew weaker his whip seemed to grow stronger. I was slipping into unconsciousness still refusing to release the tear he'd been wishing to see When he called his healer over to keep me awake. Finally after 20 of the most painful minutes of my life, my master had me healed.
My back may be healed but the scarring will never go away. Some of the overseers have taken to calling me Snake-Back, I pretend to not be bothered by it.
After the work day we go and eat our "meal" on a good day it consists of Skeever tail and water, filled in dirty broken cups and we are forced to eat like savages, quickly and messy because if we don't there is a large chance that a fellow slave will steal your food. Then after our meal only on Loredas we get our weekly bath which consists of jumping in a cold river and air drying yourself. Then after bathing we get to talk amongst ourselves on our walk back to the slave quarters I noticed that Do'Zhen was acting strange during the walk so I confronted him.
"Hey, Do'Zhen are you feeling okay? You've been fidgeting and mumbling for the past few minutes"
"N-No I feel fine what are y-you talking about?" He said obviously feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Never mind, go do what ever it is that you've been doing" I brushed passed him and into my room. I closed my eyes and pictured my old home in Morthal with people in the streets laughing and having a good time, but mostly I saw Lydia her ebony hair, her full lips, and beautiful Hazel eyes.
I awoke with a start looked over and saw someone standing over me I tried to scream but a furry hand quickly covered my mouth.
"Shh. Quiet friend... We are leaving"
So what did you guys think?
-SamMu219
