This is my first Skyrim story and first real story ever so if you by some miracle actually enjoy it please do leave a comment. Or don't that's up to you I don't control you in any sense of the word. I would like this to eventually be relatively long but I'll probably get bored about halfway through. Maybe lemons, will decide later.
Kokura held the torch higher, eager to press on. Hours they'd been trekking through this dwemer ruin, and for hours they'd found nothing. The stories of adventure, untold riches and valiant struggles seemed to lose their charm as the light from her torch slowly became the only thing left to see.
"We should go." Feya whispered. "There's nothing here but danger."
Kokura set her mouth in a straight line and turned on her reptilian partner, black hair whipping around in an aggressive display. She was taller than the younger Argonian, commanding the respect she so often abused to warp the decision making of her companion. "Where there's danger, there is reward, but only those brave enough to get it." She said, patronizing the younger girl immensely. "If you stick with me, I'll make you a rich lizard. Run off if you want. More treasures for me."
Feya dropped her gaze to the floor. Ashamed by her cowardice she murmured an apology. The duo continued in silence, nothing but their footfalls on the mossy ground to intersperse the calm. As the darkness closed in closer and closer around the two, even Kokura's braggartly self began to wonder if this was too much for them. She stopped suddenly, causing Feya to run into her behind. She turned on the Argonian, anger in her eyes.
"Watch where you're going, you stupid lizard." She spat, words dripping with malice. The torch, forgotten, dropped to the ground, extinguished almost instantly by the moisture covering the floor, the hiss of steam marking the end to the short life of the flame.
"Now look what you've done!" Kokura continued, slapping Feya hard. All light had disappeared from the dungeon, and nothing but blackness remained.
"I'm sorry ma'am, oh ever so sorry, I'll light mine, please." Feya forced out, trying to stop the sobs that came into her voice as the sting of a slap echoed across her face. She was very young, but twelve this year. Memories of her family drifted back as she began to wonder; what am I doing here?
They'd been a poor family, migrants from black marsh working the land to afford a meager living. Feya had been sold into the slave market of Riften, doomed to a life of pleasuring rich Nords with lizard fetishes.
She'd been saved by Kokura, a young adventurer with fire in her heart and in her voice, looking for someone to carry all her gains from dungeons. It was a lucky fate by comparison.
With shaking hands, Feya scraped her own torch to life, handing it to Kokura who grabbed it viciously, snarling at the young girl's red eyes before spitting at her feet. The cavern came to life, the flickering flames bouncing off the walls as all that was hidden came to be seen. Kokura looked down at Feya, the younger lizard staring shock forward.
"What is it you useless lizard?" She murmured, beofre turning around to see what had so spooked her companion. Kokura's eyes went wide.
Then she screamed.
All around them skeletal figures drew themselves from iron coffins, bony bodies scraping aginst the sides as their rotting flesh dropped from the bodies. The stench was so overpowering Feya began to dry-heave but managed to keep herself under control long enough to keep screaming as the turned and ran back the way she'd come, tiny legs pounding the earth as she ran faster and faster through the tunnels, all the while screaming her head off.
I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die
Over and over in her head until she realized she could no longer hear the clang of sword on bone which had so echoed from the cavern just moments ago. She slowed to a walk, body heaving with fear and tears. She stumbled, coming to a crawl, breathing heavy. Her hands gripped the mossy ground, the moisture soaking into her scales, breath coming ragged, and she retched.
She lay for moments that could have been days, before slowly struggling to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and considering the situation. Leaning against a rock wall to support her frail self, she realized that she no longer had her backpack, or torch, or Kokura. She was a child, alone in the dark. This was a nightmare. Sliding down the wall slowly, the depth of her predicament finally sinking in, she buried her face in her arms and began to sob, tears rolling down her face as her body shook with the fear that she felt.
"I just want to go home..." She whimpered, through sobs. "I just want my Mum."
A rattling noise sounded, the sound of a stone being shifted. She stood quickly, tensing to run. "Kokura?" She called. "Is that you?" The rattling intensified, whatever it was coming closer. Feya's hart began to rise, her breath becoming panicky once more. "Please don't hurt me, I'm just a kid, please, please..."
Just a meter away a strange blue glow permeated the darkness, edging ever closer.
She turned, and gazed straight into the face of a skeleton, standing twice the height of a normal man, and covered in vicious-looking armour.
She froze, too scared to scream, too scared to move.
She watched the jaws of the creature move. It was trying to say something.
"Fus..." It rasped. "RO DAH!"
Before she knew it, Feya was flying backward, propelled by an invisible force. She hit the wall with a thud, her clothes catching on something sharp and dwemer in the wall, and she heard a strange ka-chunk as a mechanism moved behind her. Suddenly she was falling, her mouth open in a silent scream as the darkness closed in around her.
With a jarring halt, she hit the floor,
unconscious.