To make this chapter longer, I combined the first chapter with the second chapter. So now, chapter 2 is actually chapter 3. Just to clear up everything.
Disclaimer: Morrowind is one of the best role-playing games I've ever played. Bethesda really did a great job with this one. Though I was mostly into the combat and action, I never really expected my character to have any real relationship with another character. Ahnassi, a Khajiit standing in the corner of the Halfway Tavern, compliments you on your "smooth moves" and eventually invites you into her house. But where does the relationship go from there? This is my interpretation of what I think happens.
Raja-Dee is the name of my Argonian warrior. Killer D is the nickname given to him by Ahnassi. By the way, this is my first story, so give me a break for crying out loud. Hope you enjoy.
Their story begins 1 Frost Fall Day, three years after Killer D first met Ahnassi...
Ahnassi, pacing slowly back and forth, looked at the ebony long sword collecting dust on her fireplace mantle. Raja-Dee had given it to her as a gift nearly two and a half years ago, before he left to become the Nerevarine. She recalled his handsome face, his soft touch, and of course his smooth moves. In the days they had known each other, she had become accustomed to his relaxing presence. How he fought away guars and nix-hounds on the shores of Lake Kummu, and shielded her with his robes whenever it rained. He nearly sacrificed his life for her one time. And now it's been two and a half years.
The door suddenly swung open. Thunder screamed loudly outside. And Killer D walked in. His face was smeared with cold blood, and his robes worn to shreds.
"Ahnassi. . ." He whispered. His words pierced her soul as she ran into his arms.
"Oh, Raja," she said through tears, feeling his blood seep under her fur. Her head rests against the cold ebony armor on his chest.
"I did it, Ahnassi." Said Killer D. She looked directly into his eyes and smiled.
"Ahnassi knew you would," she said, purring gently. Killer D groaned, pulling his cuirass off, and threw it on the ground with a loud thud. He unwrapped his fingers from Keening and slowly placed it on the long table. He took off Wraithguard and his left mail gauntlet. He un-strapped his greaves and let them fall to the floor with a clink. His travel-stained pants are shabby and frayed, and so his extravagant shirt. "You look terrible," she said, putting a paw on his chest. "Come downstairs and rest."
"Sounds good to me," said Killer D as he staggered down the stairs. Ahnassi helped him into the bed and went upstairs to make a steaming-hot cup of marsh marrow tea. Killer D looked at the beautiful home around him, and sighed.
Killer D woke up to find Ahnassi stuffing his clothes into the closet. All of his shirts, robes, jewelry, and armor were scattered in closets and chests around the house.
"Ahnassi," he muttered, not yet fully awake or fully healed.
"Shhh." She said. "You have much more healing to do. Ahnassi has worked all night washing and putting away your dirty clothes. Ahnassi has paid the smith to fix your armor. Ask anything, and Ahnassi will provide." Killer D rested his head on the soft pillows.
"Ahnassi, you didn't have to do this for me." He said.
"Friends must share a care," replied Ahnassi as she rubbed his sore head. "And Ahnassi knows that Killer D is a good friend of Ahnassi."
Killer D swung his legs from under the sheets and tried to stand, but ended up falling back down onto the mattress.
"No," said Ahnassi. "You must rest. I will bring you what you need." She closed his eyelids with her fingers. He fell fast asleep.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Two days later, Killer D opened his eyes to find Ahnassi sleeping silently next to him. He laid still for a few moments, then slowly crawled out of the bed. Judging by the chill in the air, it was almost 5 in the morning. He looked into the closet, and found an exquisite shirt, exquisite pants, and an exquisite blue robe. In an adjacent closet, he found his ebony armor. The moment he put his cuirass on, he groaned under its weight. It was three days since he's last worn such heavy armor. He slipped the ring of Azura on his finger and felt the load lifting.
He crept to the other side of the room, looked back at Ahnassi, and noticed her staring at him with wide eyes.
"Ahnassi," he whispered. She whimpered quietly, and tears began flowing down her cheeks.
"Don't leave Ahnassi." She said. "Not again."
"Ahnassi, I must." He replied. "It's my destiny."
"Destiny brought you and Ahnassi together, and it's destiny that will keep us together."
Killer D paused momentarily, then turned to the door.
"You're not leaving," said Ahnassi as she ran in front of the door. "Ahnassi won't let you."
He put his hand on her head and gently ran it over her fur. "Ahnassi, I love you. And I want to protect you. I want to make this world safer for you. That is why I must go. You have no reason to worry. I will visit as often as possible."
"That's not enough for Ahnassi." She said. "I want to always be beside you."
Killer D's eyes grew wide. That's the first time he's ever heard Ahnassi say "I". Nonetheless he grabbed Keening from the table and reached for the door. "I will be with you in spirit. When I gave you my long sword so many years ago, I gave you a part of me. That part of me will always be here with you, no matter what."
Ahnassi drew back, her eyes flooded with sorrow. She knew Killer D was much more powerful than she was, and there's nothing she could do to stop him.
As he opened the door and the sunlight poured in, he looked into her eyes.
"Goodbye, Ahnassi." He said. Then he stepped over the threshold.
"No, Raja!" Cried Ahnassi. He didn't respond. Ahnassi, noticing Keening in his right hand, reached for it and snatched it right from Wraithguard. The blade shimmers and turns blood red. It burns her bone and flash boils her skin. She screams in pain and terror. Killer D turned immediately, noticing the smoke and running to her aid. He tore Keening from her hand and launched it somewhere to the depths of Lake Kummu.
"Ahnassi!" He screamed, watching the Khajiit fall onto her knees in agony. His eyes swelled with tears as he stood there helplessly. He tried to recite a spell of healing, but it did nothing for the suffering Ahnassi. Bystanders, including Imperial Guards, ran to the scene but did nothing. Ahnassi's struggles slowed, and eventually stopped, as her body fell limp and her eyes glazed over.
Killer D stared at the dead Khajiit in his arms and all around him grew quiet except for his raspy breathing. The beautiful songs of the birds died. The trees' rustling leaves became silent. The footsteps of nearby Imperial guards were hushed. The serenades of fallen angels echoed loudly in his ears. The veins in his head pounded with cold blood. He no longer knew where he is or why.
"Ahnassi. . ." he tried to say. It came out as confused mumble. Killer D cried in public, an act that would normally disgrace any outlander in Morrowind. Not even the Dunmer were moved with pity when they saw the sight. The only spoken words Killer D heard were that of a female Dumner who happened to come upon the scene.
"Humph. Annoying outlanders. Why couldn't you go with her and leave us alone?"
Killer D could feel his soul shatter. Everything meant nothing now. The words of a dreamer repeated through his head.
"All is dark. All is silence. The road goes straight without turning. Now let there be an end to all things."