QueenPrisme

The Witch and Claymore

Authors note.

In the game Skyrim you can come across a little girl named Sissel in Rorikstead. Her father and her slightly older twin sister Britte abuse her, though I believe that Britte is abused by her father as well and takes it out on her little sister. In the game, your character can meet her and decide to kill her father, Lemkil, and if you have the Hearthfire expansion you can later adopt her at the orphanage in Riften if you kill the original caretaker of course.

I'm going to recreate her story and give her the adventure that she's always wanted. Also, there is going to be some violent and graphic scenes in this story, currently the rating is 16 and older but that may change later. This story could trigger memories of abuse and is very emotional.

I also want to point out that I am a full-time college student, and I part-time worker so as of right now there is not a posting scheduled for this story, in fact, I only started writing it because I miss fanfiction and want to get creative again. I have been writing stories since I was in middle school though I haven't written anything for a few years. Regardless, I'm excited to get back into writing and hope that you enjoy my story. Thank you.


Chapter one: Whip

I'm hiding under me and my sister's bed, my heart is pounding, and my finger hurts from biting into it. I can see my sister, Britte, across the room in a ball on the floor holding her stomach and crying.

"Sissel," I hear my dad's drunken slur call my name as he slams his leather belt down on my sister, it wraps around her hip and her scream fills the room. "Where is the little bitch?" Britte is screaming and balling uncontrollably, most of her face is swollen. I want to run out from under the bed and help her. I want to save her. I want to kill him. I'm too afraid to move. I bite harder down onto my finger, tears rush down my cheeks and blood drips down my hand from my finger. Forgive me, Britte.

"You really are worthless Sissel! You'd let your sister take the beating for you?" Britte's scream fills the room before the belt even touches her, "What good are you?" Whip! "I wish you'd never been born!" Whip! "You took my wife from me!" Whip! I can't tell if he is talking to me or to my sister or to both of us. "Fucking useless!" he shouts and storms out the front door, slamming it shut.

I'm too afraid to move, but I must get to her. I reach a shaking hand out from under the bed. I can see a dark stain spreading over her dress. "Britte," I whisper and crawl out from under the bed. I stay low to the ground and carefully step over the creaky floorboards, with each step the prayers in my head to Talos grow louder.

What if he comes back inside? I fight through my fear as inch past the front door and across the room. She is shaking, her eyes are swollen shut, "Britte." It's hard to look at her bruised face so I look down, but I see blood and pee soaking through her clothes. My heart is pounding. Is she going to… to live? How bad are the bruises everywhere else?

"Shishel," she tries to say my name, through her purple lips.

"I'm here," I quickly respond. I reach my thin arms under her and try to lift her, "I have to get you out of here." She immediately whimpers in pain, I frown and pull my arms out from under her, "You're too heavy for me to lift you, I have to go get help… I'll be right back." She doesn't respond.

I slowly stand and turn towards the door, but the moment I see it fear rushes through me. What if he is behind the door? What if he is waiting for me to come out? I bite my lip as I approach the door. It looks so big. I wrap my little hand around the latch and hold my breath as I pull it open.

Darkness.

I slowly peek my head out of the door and quickly look at both sides of the house. He isn't there, a wave of relief washes over me, and I close the door as quietly as I can before I sprint down the stairs and run through the front yard to the road.

I must get Jouane, he will know what to do. I round the fenced corner and run as fast as I can down the street, Jouane is only a few houses down but every step feels like a mile. I am terrified to look behind me. What if my father saw me leave and is running after me? Part of me doesn't want to stop running, part of me doesn't want to get help, only to hide. I feel so ashamed of that part of me, Britte is my sister.

Finally, I made it to Jouane's house. I dash up to the door and throw my small body up against it, I pound my fists on the wood furiously and try to force the door open, "Jouane! Jouane! Help!"

Jouane flings the door open, his wrinkly face is twisted with worry, "What's wrong?" his voice is calm, and I rush into his arms, "It's Britte, I think she's dead!" I choke out the words and feel my throat closing in fear and tears burning my cheeks as I grip his tunic.

His eyes are wide with shock and he picks me up in his tanned arms. It seems like just a moment before he's kicking the front door into our house and rushing over to Britte. He kneels beside my twin, she looks even worse than she did when I left, he presses his fingers into her neck.

"What happened to her?" he presses and starts to hover his hands over her face and chest.

"My..." I can barely breathe, and my throat feels swollen shut, I take a deep breath and force out the word, "Dad" I fall to my knees and start sobbing.

He doesn't say a word in response. His hands start to glow a bright golden color, the light wraps around her body, Jouane's face tenses in concentration as the light weaves itself around her and into her body. The light soon fades and then he takes a deep breath and the light slowly fades back in, wrapping around her once again and entering her body.

I look over him and can see her swollen face start to subside, the bruises on her start to fade and the cuts in her skin start to almost… sew together. The blood was still there and so was the pee. But as I watched her injuries fade, I knew she was going to live, I kneeled beside her and leaned over and gave her the longest hug as Jouane's golden medicine faded out yet again.

As I rose up to look at her, I expected her eyes to open and for her to speak to me, but there was nothing. She didn't open her eyes, let alone speak. I didn't even notice Jouane stand up as I shook my sisters' shoulders, "I know it's hard Sissel, but she needs her rest," he said.

I looked up at him confused, "Why isn't she speaking?"

"She might be in a coma," Jouane said, as he placed his hand on my shoulder, "But right now we need to get your sister help, so I need you to be strong and stand up. Can you do that for me?"


Thank you very much for reading. Chapter 2 will be out soon. Please don't forget to leave a comment and let me know what you think of the story so far.