A Chance Encounter

By-Toggstasy

An Elder Scrolls tale

I don't own Elder Scrolls, Bethesda does, and its better that way, the only thing that belongs to me and my friend are the OC's Miryn, Dahmaan, and Nehviir

Kynesgrove, a small village not as far off of the beaten path as one would believe, one could say, a stones throw from Windhelm. The peace had been shattered by an encroaching, and surprisingly organized, contingent of trolls. A young Dunmer happened to catch sounds of alarm, and the clashing of steel. He casually makes his way over. "Sounds like trouble, well, can't catch a break can't we?" Miryn smirked. His incorporeal ally, Miranne, appeared, "You aren't just going to ignore this, are you?" He smiled, Miranne was the only one who could make him smile. "Fine, normally I'd let it pass, going out of my way to help people isn't quite my style, but I know you, and I know you won't let me be if I don't help." He muttered, drawing his sword.

What Miryn didn't expect was trolls. Trolls were never this organized, if anything, they were pretty damned stupid from what Miryn observed. But that was beside the point, it was time to grant these monsters a quick death, at least, until what he saw next, a troll that was at LEAST ten feet tall, with what seemed to be a cocky grin. "Oh SH-" Miryn narrowly dodged a blow that would have shattered a good deal of his bones. I have to think, because this one, isn't stupid… It should be weak to fire, however. "MIRYN, HEADS UP!" All he saw was the massive three fingered hand customary of a troll colliding with his body, he blocked rather badly, and was sent tumbling down the road way, and splat out some blood that had quickly formed in his mouth, his vision was hazing over. He had to get up, had too, or else he would joining Miranne, and while he wouldn't mind that, he manages to stagger to his knees.

The troll raised its club, only for a really loud clang to resound, when Miryn's vision cleared, there was a woman, a beautiful blond one, blocking the weapon, and then jumping up, gripping Miryn, and leaving him propped against a low stone wall. "You did well enough, now stay here." What is she, and angel? Surely I'm dreaming. Miryn spat out a mouthful of blood, and closed his eyes, he wanted to help the mysterious woman, but he felt utterly helpless. After a while, Miryn managed to feel a massive thud through his unconsciousness. He was gently pulled up by the woman, "Come on, come on. I got you."

Miryn gritted his teeth. His pride had gone right out the window, but he could give up some pride, as opposed to his life. The one thing he noticed, was two, this woman was rather beautiful, another thing he happened to notice was that she gave off a similar feeling Miryn experienced whenever Miranne manifested, though this woman didn't appear to be a phantom, so what was she?

Behind this eye-pleasing figure, another had stepped out from seemingly nowhere. This one was taller, much older, and from what he could see from the hood, oddly colored. He was inspecting the large troll, peering down before turning to the other two. His eyes wandered, he let out a heavy sigh, mumbling barely loud enough to make out, "Why must she always try to help…"

He took a few steps toward them, the young blonde turned to him with glee, "See that? I did it all by myself!... Well, mostly. You're still going to take me to Windhelm just like you promised, right?" The taller elfish man peered down at her with dismay, much like a father would to his troublesome daughter, before his moved onto Miryn. Her head bowed with disappointment, "I see."

The man pulled out one hand which he had hidden behind his back before, holding a sizable bag containing gold pieces. "Consider this, ah," he took out a long, drawn out breath, "Compensation, if you will. My apologies you had to stumble across this little mess." He looked to the young girl, nodding his head forward. She blossomed with energy and excitement, practically leaping ahead; she turned to Miryn once more, mouthing to him the word 'Sorry'.

Miryn's knees buckled, he apparently had a long way until he recovered, he coughed up some blood, and his consciousness faded once more. When he came to, he was in the inn dubbed Candlehearth Hall, but the mysterious elderly man, and young, and admittedly, very attractive woman were no where to be found. Miranne was sitting on the edge of the bed, a small smile, was stroking Miryn's hair. He smiled, "Well hey." Miranne was silent, and when she did open her mouth, her only words were, "You really are an idiot. You're lucky someone was around to bring you here, and you need to listen to me, you need to sit back, and recover, because you keep pushing yourself, you'll end up alongside me, way before your time." Miryn had always wondered what it had been like to die, Miranne mentioned it like being asleep all the time, she also mentioned that the only reason she was able to manifest physically was that she was remembered by namely, Miryn. Miryn had to wonder if the mysterious woman was something similar…

Outside of Candlehearth, there was a familiar squeak. The young girl was emerging from the marketplace, humming a song to herself as she bundled herself up in the older man's wool overcoat. It was clear to see the strange tattooing that covered the man's body, now, though with a graze of his hand, managed to seal it from the average eye. "I don't see why we need to get there so bad," said the young girl sadly, "Is this why you've got me killing trolls? Don't get me wrong, I can handle it, but don't you think they're a bit smaller?"

The man stayed silent, only rolling in his eyes as opposed to a verbal response. "Oh, you're no fun. If we're going to stay in Skyrim, don't you think I should be allowed to make a few friends?" The man's face contorted to anger for a moment; though one of the locals didn't seem to notice and slap a flyer on their chests before moving on. The young girl took a glance at it, made a gasping sound, then looked back up at the man, "Can we stay? Hm? Please? Just a few days?" The man sighed, nodding slightly. She hugged him tightly, before turning away and muttering to herself, "Maybe we'll see that nice Dunmer boy again."

Days passed, and Miryn healed, gradually, but surely. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he ran into the mysterious man who had paid him the generous amount of gold, Miryn still had little idea what to do with it. He was twiddling thumbs in the New Gnisis Cornerclub, Dunmer were unwelcome in Windhelm, who'd have thought? He figured it was about time to leave Windhelm, before he ended up knocking some stupid Nords teeth out. He found himself approached by the young woman and the elderly Altmer(for all Miryn knew), Miryn noticed he looked rather irritated. He opened his mouth to speak. "She insisted on finding you, on account of you never introduced each other." She smiled. "Dahmaan." Miryn arched an eyebrow, and smiled. "Miryn, at your service." The elder Altmer seemed to have vanished with the shift of attention. Damn, that's weird.

Her hands left the ends of her braided hair, clasping at his hands, "That's your name? Lovely." Her hands moved to the new shawl she had acquired some time in the last few days, covering her naked shoulders from the cold snow. She turned her head, pleased to see they had some solitude. "Don't mind him, he's such a sourpuss he almost never smiles," she laughed at this, despite the cold weather she almost radiated warmth from her smile. Her extended an arm, "Come with me."

She lead them to the bridge between the icy wilderness and the chilling city with a killer. She peered over to look at water below, a loose flower falling from her hair. Her eyes followed, before gazing at Miryn, "I just thought since we're staying here, at least for a while, I thought to make a friend for once. Do you have any friends?" Her voice was hopeful, for what who knew. "Eh, I've got my small collection of acquaintances. Only a certain few I can really call friend." "Nehv- I mean Uncle never really let's me on my own," she shrugged, before an idea came to her head, she jumped, clamping her hand on his arm, "Are you doing anything tonight? I thought dinner or something may be fun-" She giggled at the thought, a wide grin stretched ear to ear.

"E-excuse me?" Miryn went wide eyed in disbelief. "Silly, dinner! Don't tell me you didn't hear me?" Dahmaan tweaked one of Miryn's ears. "Dah, don't do that!" He yelped, with a sheepish grin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Miranne making a gagging motion, thankfully, she only showed herself to him. "Um, eh, sure, you have any ideas? I have never exactly done anything like this before…"

"Me neither, isn't it exciting?" She smiled, grabbing at his hands, before pausing, "Uh... What do you do during dinner? Like, I've heard of it, but- Ah well, I can figure it out myself." She tugged at him toward the city doors, "Where should we go? Is it something we can do anywhere or-" She laughed, "I'm getting ahead of myself. What do you want to do?" He arched an eyebrow, "Let's just settle for Candlehearth, shall we?" She nodded, "I always wanted to go in there!" She shot up almost ramrod straight, startling Miryn. She gripped the hapless Dark Elf by the hand, and dragged him towards it. "WHOA, slow the heck down!" That said, it could have gone better, with the obnoxious prejudice of the local Nords, the two didn't get much in the way of peace. Miryn left the Septims he owed, gripped Dahmaan's surprisingly soft hand, while Miranne did some invisible manipulation to put them in their place. Miryn was still steaming at the behavior of the local men. "I should have known, bastards…" Dahmaan gripped his shoulder, "Look, its OK. Next time, we'll just try somewhere else." She placed a hand on Miryn's face, "You have remarkably soft skin for a male."

Miryn smirked. "I'm not like most people." Miryn paused for a second, his ears picking up a shuffling sound. "We aren't alone…Dahmaan, stay close." An almost supernaturally swift figure leapt from the shadows, a the moon catching a brief flash of steel from a dagger, as the individual homed in on Dahmaan. "I'm right here, jack-"The words caught in his throat as the sharp pain of a dagger entering his abdominal region surged through him. He crumpled almost instantly. Thankfully, Nehviir was never truly too far. He quickly, and silently dispatched the man, and turned towards the incumbent Dunmer, and Dahmaan, seething. "This is why I don't let you go out alone, this is the sort of thing that ends of happening." Dahmaan was frantic, "Look, lecture me later! I'm not sure if you noticed, but my friend here isn't doing too well." Nehviir sighed in exasperation, "I guess we have little choice but to bring him with us…" He nudged the unconscious Miryn with his foot, "Then again, there is a large body of water right outside the city..." Dahmaan shot up, grabbing his forearm, "He's not dead and you know that! You and I both know you wouldn't do that if you had a chance to save him."

Nehviir stared down at Dahmaan, cursing to himself to showing her in the city in the first place. The markings that ran down his body began to glow on his skin, signaling him to draw his hood. He ran a hand across his abdomen, the blood that had stained his clothes had drawn back into the wound, showing no trace of an incident. His hands began to lift to the Dunmer's head, before Dahmaan stopped him, "Let him prove he can be trusted. He's kind, he'll understand. If he can't..." She let out a breath, "You can erase his memory." Nehviir sighed heavily, rubbing his temples with distress. He stood, slinging Miryn over his shoulder like he was nothing, "I just wouldn't mind so much if he wasn't a boy, you know that." Dahmaan clasped her hands joyfully, hugging him by the waist, "Oh, you're the best! I'll feed him, take care of him, make sure he's healthy-" "This is a mortal, not a dog."

FIN-So...what do you all think? Apologies if it seems a tad rushed...