Author's note: Just a random little thing I wrote. Hope you enjoy! :D
One hundred and fifty two years I've been here.
One hundred and fifty two.
One hundred and fifty two years of servitude, of obedience, of never aging nothingness. One hundred and fifty two years of silence, of only having a daedra with an oversized ego and difficulty talking at a reasonable speed as my companion.
Or am I his companion?
His pet?
His dog?
Where am I at any rate? I cannot hear, I cannot see, I cannot smell, I cannot feel. Am I dead? Is this what death feels like? But I want breakfast, I am not allowed to be dead. But what to have?
"Ah, my champion." His thick, slow, tediously boring voice pierces through the silence. Death would be a blessing. I slowly sit up and move over to my viewing platform, opening a window to see who my lord and master is talking to. The setting is cold.
Ice all around,
A pale blue,
A nice colour.
Better than all this sickening green coloured sludge that seems to be everywhere. No doubt I am covered in it. There is a girl there, wrapped up against the cold and yet I can still see her shivering. I call her a girl, and yet she is more of a young lady. Her hair is blonde, her eyes like silver moons, her skin as pale as a whisp mother. Obviously of Nord descent, she isn't shivering as much as other people would be. Is she my master's new champion? Did she accept, or did he force her? Is she coming to terms with it, or is my lord and master going insane and simply claiming this girl as his champion? How rude of him.
He was always rude.
He is a daedra.
He can do what he wants.
He is always rude.
Hopefully she is the new champion, she would make a good champion. Better than Miirak. He has gone a bit rogue. A bit nuts, I suppose. But I suppose living that long would make you go round the bend a bit. Especially if you know my lord and master. But this Nord... she seemed to be something more. Yes, I think I like her more than Miirak. Never send a man to do a woman's job.
Now who was it who said that?
I cannot remember.
Someone smart...
Probably a woman.
Or could it have been a man?
I cannot remember.
Does it even matter?
"I've told you before, I'm not your champion. I do not serve daedra." My master laughs. For someone so smart he sounds quite laughably thick. He talks to her, telling her about how she will serve him. Anyone looking for knowledge eventually turns to him.
I did.
How long ago?
One hundred and fifty two years.
So long, yet so short.
What did I do with my life?
Served.
Lost everything.
How many people are dead now?
Am I even alive?
The woman is not convinced, anger reflected on her face. My master is in her way, she wants to get on with life. How many adventures has she seen? She has scars on her face, evidently she has had a few battles in her life. I cannot remember the last fight I had. It was so long ago...
"Go back to where you came from, daedra." She hisses, stepping forward with her battle axe drawn.
I like battle axes.
Hack and slash.
Good for battle.
Not for chopping wood.
For drawing blood,
Removing heads,
Yes, heads will roll.
I lose interest, turning around and starting to walk away. The new kid has made her choice. Wish I had made the same choice one hundred and fifty two years ago. Now I can go back to being alone.
One hundred and fifty two years alone,
One hundred and fifty two years all gone.
That was one hundred and fifty two years I could not get back,
One hundred and fifty two years wasted.
Perhaps Miirak wasn't so bad after all...
I think we should have egg for breakfast.