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Chapter 1
Letha is a Dumner that is in her twenties, in Imperial years...or as however they call it. She's a tall fair skin women with a dark tinge to her skin, waist length pitch black hair and scorching red eyes like the fire of a dragon; she's five feet five and a hundred and twenty pounds.

She adjusts her Daedra armor as she heads back home by road, as she heads down the road from Korvanond due to fellow customers of hers that she has been delivering supplies to for the last six months.

Her dear father and mother has been sending her on the deliveries with home cook meals and packed bags, she doesn't complain because it could be a family that never loved her.

She stops as she takes notice of a man in a Jester attire and a broken wheel wagon. He looks as if he has been chatting o himself in a irritating manner.
Her hands twitch as she grasps on to her horrific mace, she ignores a need that begins to build in her stomach. The livid luxury crimson flows down her mace with echoing screams of torturous pains of the bittersweet fear of theirs that take her to an euphoria of ecstasy.

She walks over to the man and stares up at him in question, "Is there something I can help you with?"
He jerks towards her in shock. "Oh, yes! You can help me. Please help poor Cicero getting his wheel back on his wagon,"He says distressed.
She presses her lips together forming a thin fine line. "Have you asked Loreuis?"
He nods his head rapidly, "Oh yees Cicero did! Loreuis doesn't want to help poor Cicero..have him stuck out here where he can be attacked or mauled by a bear"
"Fine, I'll go ask Loreuis" she says turning to head up the hill. "Thank you so much, sweet lady. Cicero will reward you with coin, shiny gleamy coin" he states rubbing his fingers across the wagon seat.

Letha climbs the little hill and steps onto the porch. Loreius comes out fro the door and notices her quickly. "Oh, my dear! We were worried about you!" he says embracing her in a strong hug.

"Dad, poor Cicero down there-the Jester needs somebody to help fix his wheel, we need to-'

He ends their hug and backs away. "No! I won't help him, he's insane! He could kill, just look at him! He could be a spy and have us killed!" Loreius raises his voice, "We could get in trouble for helping him and and your poor sick mother life can be in dangerous!"

Letha shakes her head in disbelief. "No, we need to help him, the sooner he goes away the better the chance for him to not bug you or mom"
He lets out a heavy sigh and goes inside briefly returning with a tool box. "Fine, I'll help him."
Letha smiles at her father and goes inside to the house to hug her mother and chat for a few minutes then left down to watch her father fix the wheel. "Okay, Cicero. Loerious is helping you out. Then you can be on your merry way!"

A grin breaks out on Cicero's face. "Ah thank you, thank you kind stranger! Cicero finally can take his mother home!" he gushes out ecastically.
"Where is your mother?" She asks curiously.
Cicero blinks at her odd question. "Poor mother sleeps. She is coming to a new home" he tells her in a positive tone. He cares so much about his mother, it's so sweet yet sad...because she's not around.
"Asleep? Oh, okay..." she murmurs.

She understands what asleep meant so somthering must have killed his mother, like what happened to her mother and father. She recieves the coins from him and she starts talking about the coins and the long trip home.
As her surrogate father finishes fixing the wheel of Cicero's, he lets out a quiet sigh.
"Yes, sweet child. The time is coming for us to rejoice," a mysterious voice says in a hoarse motherly whisper, like the ones that went a few days without out and also ones that been crying so much.

Letha looks around the area and blinks twice. The voice did appear to be anyone in visible sight and since nobody else is reacting to it, then she must be the one hearing it. "What the hell?" she grumbles.
Not one response from the female and not even Molag Bal said a thing. "Great, I must be going insane. Well, I'll see you-" she shuts her mouth as she turns on her heels smelling somebody picking through her family's farm and they are near a burial grounds of...somebody she used to know.

She snarls charging up to them knocking Cicero and her father off their feet in shock, she summons her fire in one hand and electricity in the other. She throws the fireball at the man catching him on fire and then electricfying him until his skin is charred in a third degree burn and his screams are moistining her excitement.
Cicero and Loreius stares at her still but their expressions changed, to one of shock and the other fear.
"Die, worthless scum!" she whispers slamming her mace against his body several times, the edges of the sharp corner's peircing in his skin causing the delicious crimson drip from him in wild waves.

"Ooooh, another soul. How delicious, my champion you gift me with another beautiful victim, why thank you" Molag Bal says darkly.
Letha shakes her head in disbelief and lets out an inaudible groan. Can't she ever have a peaceful day without excess voices that tends to keep her up at night. The only voices she has been hearing since finding the mace of Molag Bal and his stories about daughter's of cold harbor and sacrificing people. One thing she wishes is that Molag Bal will shut up for once in his life.
The many stories she heard about The Dark Brotherhood and the Deadras and many other legends, they have been opening her eyes up more and more lately.
...Perhaps for once that she would try to send a soul to Sithis and see if anything happens...IF anything happens, but now that's a question that we all have to wonder.
Ever since she died once and been nursed back to health by one of the remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood, she has been believing in the whole concept of the family.

"Ohh hahaha, it's madness! The worm didn't see it coming; robbing the poor sweet stranger!" the Jester cackles wildly startling Loreius.
"Letha! We need to talk now!" Loreuis yells up at her.
She gawks in disbelief before he goes up to her and slaps her hardly making her head snap left. She didn't make a word oor sound other than an, "oomph".
A rage built up in her quickly, she clenches her fists angrily ignoring the lustrous temptation she feels once again. She fed this sensation before, but what has made this crawl back out like a two legless skeever.
"Don't you ever fucking touch me again! Or I will kill you!" she seethes out.

"OoOh, spill his blood. Dominate him!" Molag Bal adds his piece.
"Shut up, Molag. I'm dealing with this insolence buffoon...wait why am I calling- fuck, you know what...I'm out of here" she whispers to her mace in annoyance, for one thing she doesn't want to harm her dear parents. They raised her like she's one of their own...but one thing is that they didn't have to though.