My pocket was for the first time containing something heavy and valuable. My brother, Cristopher, was suspiciously examining me while I, happy as I was, constantly checking my pocket. Was the coins still there? He had ben wondering several times how I managed to get the few gold coins. Sometimes he gone too far and accused me for being a prostitute. But with him spitting out that, it always ended up with me hitting him.
-I'm heading out to buy some food, brother. I'll be back just in a minute, I said as I made my way to the front door.
-Hurry up, sister. You know the dangers resting outside, he answered worrying.
-It's not harmless here either I could tell. And I can handle myself, I calmed him and showed my tiny, rusty dagger.
His eyes looks sad, even disappointing. Why is that? I break our eye contact and I'm just about to leave the house when he whispers:
-Carolina, I love you.
I smile polite towards him.
-I love you too, I answer with matching voice, and then I'm off.
I can see a glimpse of my cottage as I carry a basket with potatoes and fish. A trail of a smile is shining on my lips and I can only imagine how happy Cristopher will get when he gets an eye on my food basket. I live with my brother in Falkreath, in an old cottage just besides the falkreath trader. I can't say I'm in love with Falkreath, but it's not that bad either. My smile fades away and I drop my basket. I can't move, I can't breath. The dark brotherhood..
They are trying to get into my house. My brother, I have to do something! I start running, and I run and run and run. But the way is suddenly so long.
-CRISTOPHER!, I scream desperately as I reach the unlocked front door.
I have never ben this scared in my entire life. Be brave Carolina, I tell myself twice, and then I open the door as quiet as I can.