My name is Edna Sylvester, I'm eighteen years old, and I'm an Imperial living in the city of Anvil. When I was ten years old, my parents died in a tragic accident, ever since then, my older sister and I have been trying to make it. We continued our family business here in Anvil; we run a general goods. Our life has been pretty hard since then, it's not easy for two girls to make it on their own but we manage. Lately, our lives have been less than desirable. My sister Evelyn reacted much worse to our parents dying than I did, she is very emotional and needs someone to cling too. About six months ago she met a man named Bjarke. At first I thought Bjarke was an okay man, he was nice and seemed to care a lot for Evelyn. After four months, he asked her to marry him. I told Evelyn it wasn't a good idea, since I didn't think she knew him well enough. Well, I was right. Evelyn decided she wanted Bjarke to move in with us, I didn't really get to have a say in the decision. Everything was fine, but after about two weeks, Bjarke turned abusive towards Evelyn. He hits her, steals money and goods from the store, and tells her she's worthless. I told Evelyn it needs to stop, I hate to see this man take advantage of us, and how sweet and caring Evelyn is. Even after all of this, she insists she loves him. I try to stay away from him, and avoid his wrath, but I can't take it anymore. I-
"Edna put down that journal and help me stock these shelves," I hear Evelyn call from downstairs. Darn, I was hoping she wouldn't notice me writing in my journal. I hope she doesn't read it.
"Coming, Ev," I reply.
"What were you writing about?" Evelyn asks, pulling her blonde hair back into a bun.
"Oh nothing important," I murmur, "So what do you need help with?" Evelyn gave me the look she gives when she knows I'm lying.
"If you could just put these on that shelf," Evelyn said handing me some items.
"Sure." Suddenly the door slams open, and Bjarke comes barging in. The man is huge; he's about a six foot tall, beefy Nord. I try not to look and put the items on the shelves.
"Evelyn I need to borrow some money," He says while taking our money out of the drawers under the counter. This is usual.
"Sweetie, don't take that much, I need some for the store," Evelyn says shyly.
"What did you just say?" He bolts around.
"You really can't take that much, I won't have change for the costumers."
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize," he says nicely, and smiles. Evelyn smiles back at him. Bjarke then lifts his massive fist in the air and pops Evelyn right in the jaw.
"EVELYN!" I scream dropping everything.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO YOU WORTHLESS WITCH!" He screams into her face.
"Bjarke, please stop it," Evelyn cries. He continues to punch her.
"BJARKE! STOP IT! STOP IT! TAKE THE MONEY! JUST STOP HITTING EVELYN!" I scream. He doesn't even acknowledge me. I run up and try to pull him off of her. Bjarke turns around and flings me onto the hard wood floor.
"Edna!" Evelyn says weakly. I glance at her, her face is bloody and swollen, I have never seen her this bad before.
"Don't push it or you're going to end up like her!" Bjarke growls at me, but then turns about to Evelyn. Filled with rage I stand up and run upstairs. I walk into Evelyn's room, which used to be our parents. I find a display case in the corner of the room. Inside is a well crafted dagger. My father bought it off a Khajiit merchant shortly before his death. It's rather large for a dagger, but It doesn't matter now. I open the case and grab it.
I rush back down the stairs; Bjarke is still at it with Evelyn. I sneak up behind him and push the dagger through his back, it takes all of my strength. I feel the blade push through his ribs and eventually his chest. I quickly pull it out, and his blood squirts out onto my dull pauper dress. Bjarke screams. I jump back as he falls onto the floor. He is gurgling and coughing. It's silent for a few moments, and eventually… Bjarke stops. His eyes are open, but lifeless, the hand on his wound, limps down to his stomach. The blood is everywhere. Bjarke won't hurt Evelyn anymore, it's over, and it's all over! I smirk, but then it hits me. I just killed a man.
Evelyn looks up at me in horror. I imagine my face looks the same. She crawls over to Bjarke, her body looking worse than his. "Bjarke? Bjarke! BJARKE!" she screams, shaking his body. "Edna..." I'm too stunned to say anything. "You... you..." She tears up. "YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED HIM! HOW COULD YOU! I LOVED HIM!" she wails. I can't move, I'm frozen. Evelyn holds Bjarke's lifeless face in her small delicate hands; she kisses him on the forehead.
"Evelyn! Do you realize what he did to you, to us!?" I growl. Evelyn mutters something. "What?"
"Get out," she looks up at in pure hatred.
"Ev!"
"GET. OUT"
"Ev, I-"
"GET OUT! GET OUT! LEAVE, AND NEVER COME BACK, YOU ANIMAL!" She screams. The door bursts open. Two guards enter the house.
"BY THE NINE! WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE?" One of them yells.
"SHE DID THIS, SHE MURDERED HIM!" My sister cries pointing at me. One guard stays with Evelyn, while the other pulls out his sword. My first instinct is to run, continuing to hold the dagger I rush out through the back door.
The guard begins to chase me, luckily we live outside the city gates, and I immediately run to the forest. I keep running, I can still hear the guards behind me. I run for I don't know how long, before I eventually fall over. It's nighttime now.
I roll over and look at the stars, they are so beautiful. I examine my clothes, they are stained with blood, but it has now dried to a dull red and brown shade. I'm disgusted, but also glad that Bjarke is dead. If the guards catch up to me and take me to jail it will all be worth it. Truth is though; I don't want to go to jail. I pull the dagger out of my pocket and rub the little bit of blood still on it, off on the grass. I'm feeling weak and tired, but this is no place to rest. I can't go to an inn looking like this either.
"Excuse me? Excuse me ma'am!" I jolt up; a travelling merchant is standing a few feet away from me. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you, are you alright? What happened to you?"
"Oh um, I was being chased by a," think, think, think, "a feral wolf. It jumped on me and I stabbed, its blood got all over me, I ran away, afraid the rest of the pack would find me," I fibbed.
"Oh, my! That's just awful! Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes, thank you kind sir," I reply. I buy a fresh set of clothes from the merchant. Also a cheese wedge to give me some energy. He also tells me of an inn not too far from this spot. "Thank you for your generosity!"
"No problem! Safe travels to you!"
I arrive at the inn, and purchase a cheap room. It's not much but it's something. I lay in the bed and try to think of what to do next. I have nowhere to go really, I'm an outlaw now. I can't go back home, and poor Evelyn, poor, poor Evelyn. Maybe I can run away Skyrim and start a new life? I hear it's nice there. I flip over and pull the covers over my head. All that matters now is sleep. I need to rest before I decide what to do next. I sigh and try to forget everything that happened. And eventually drift into sleep.
Author's Note: So, I'm playing Oblivion and doing the Dark Brotherhood quest line. I wanted to write a story about Lucien, and this story will not completely follow the story from Oblivion. Please give suggestions.