Cicero's Shock
A Short Story Set In The Skyrim Timeline
Since arriving in the Dark Brotherhood a week ago Cicero got up every morning to attend to his mother, in any normal situation of course this would seem perfectly normal, however this was far from a normal situation, for you see Cicero's "Mother" was a rotting corpse known as the "Night Mother" the head of the Dark Brotherhood.
Cicero squealed and sang with delight as he pounced over to the Night Mother's coffin with a oily sponge ready to give her, her morning bath. He opened the lid and screeched in horror.
" Defiler! Defiler! WHERE IS MY MOTHER!" he screeched
At this moment the whole of the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary came charging into the room.
"What's gotten into you mad jester?" said Arnbjorn
"Cant you see you stupid werewolf" asked Festus Krex
" The Night Mother has Gone!" he replied
Cicero began rubbing his face.
"Mother" he wailed
"Veezara" asked Babette
"Is it not time we let poor Cicero know what we did with the Night Mother?" she asked
"Very well follow me" said Veezara
Veezara led Cicero and the other Dark Brotherhood members out of the room and into the dining area and to Cicero's surprise the Night Mother was sat there in one of the chairs wearing a party hat.
"Mother!" yelled Cicero happily running over to the Night Mother and giving her a hug. Then the rest of the Dark Brotherhood members burst into song and sang the Night Mother Happy Birthday.
Cicero couldn't believe it in all his frustration he had forgotten the Night Mothers birthday.
"My sweet, sweet mother" continued Cicero hugging the Night Mother
"I must give you, your bath after we have had cake"