So, lately I have been quite depressed, to be honest, this last week was probably, and most likely, the worst week of the entire year, at least for me. Lets just say that everything I once planned, or wanted to do was somehow ruined, EVERYTHING! but considering that is January the 1st, I think I want to start this year with something new, something fresh, and so, I just had the great idea of writing something, probably not "FICTION" itself, but more like one of my adventures in SKYRIM; Im not going to lie here, I'm not too much of a reader, and i don't watch a lot of movies or TV, and well, the site is called FAN FICTION after all, so, yeaaaaaa... enough of this explanation thingy thing!
Just one more thing tho; don't be mad if i don't make a lot of sense at some point, it's 4am and I'm sort of depressed, so yea, thanks for your understanding.
I think it was spring, maybe around May, I am not entirely sure when this happened, but nevertheless, it happened; fast, with out me even noticing what was happening, it seems that time goes so faster since the great beards told me i was the dragonborn.
Me, DOVHAKIIN! a dragonborn! who could have ever imagine that my destiny was filled with such greatness, such power, such ... responsibility.
The world of Skyrim, MY WORLD, is in danger, and no one seems to care, no one believes in me.
And if that wasn't enough, this happens, so unpredictably...
But the kid... he needed my help, the poor kid in Winterhold, he was all by himself; but i still ask myself if he was lying. Lying is so easy for a kid, is so natural for them, it's the the one skill every kid is born with. What if his mother didn't die, what if he escaped the orphanage just to get his revenge on the owner, that terrible woman, the owner of the orphanage, what a disgusting piece of work, I have never seen such cruelty to children, but even if she deserved to die, was her death worth all this trouble? I keep telling myself at night, while i try to faint myself to sleep, "the kid needed help, and I delivered" but I still doubt myself.
When I got to the orphanage at Windhelm, i saw her, yelling at the children, hitting them. Such cruelty must not be forgiven.
I hid in the closet, and waited, i waited for several hours, and I could listen to them cry, and beg for pity. Then, night time fell upon our world, and so did my hammer into the old woman's skull.
I ran.
I just ran, it was the only thing i could do.
In just seconds, the guard were all over the place, looking for the "heartless" murderer who have killed an old, old lady who ran an orphanage, to protect the children of tomorrow. I wouldn't believe my ears, so much rubbish came out on the news that day.
And I thought it was over... finally over, i helped a kid, that's all I did.
I got into a tavern, got some drinks, tried to forget so i could continue my real quest, so i could think of a way to kill Alduir, the most powerful dragon of all.
I stand up, paid my bill, opened the door, and right when i get out, a man, a young man shows up and gives me a letter, a letter, in the middle of the night, delivered to me outside a tavern, in a strange town,and the only thing that i could think of was the old woman's body rambling apart, her arms, wiggling around, and her head crushed under my massive fury.
I slowly open the letter.
Just two words on the paper:
We Know.