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"Fuck you dragon!" with one last thrust her sword went through the bottom of the dragon's skull and out the top making an awful cracking sound. She pulled the sword from its jaw, within seconds the dragon's massive head toppled down on to her, pinning her leg to the ground
"Ah son of a-" laughter filled the air.
"Ha ha! Front row to a marvelous fight!" looking back no one was there, not even footsteps in the dirt.
"Oh oh oh looking for me?" she quickly turned to find a jester perched on top of the dragon skull just as it burst into a smoldering flame startling the man. The dragon's soul coursed through her veins, the immense power made her skin burn with exhilaration for more.
"Hmm maybe I should leave you here you seem fine on your own." She started to laugh as he stood before her, his curiosity spread across his face.
"You have no idea who I am do you?"
"Is Cicero supposed to?"
"I am the Dragonborn! Defender of Skyrim, defeater of Alduin the world eater and savior of the weak." His face contorted into laughter as he fell back against the dragon skull.
"If Dragonborn is so mighty why was he taken down by a dead dragon?" she reached for his foot, pulling him close enough to reach for his throat but that proved to be a mistake. His Ebony dagger pressed against her exposed neck. He clicked his tongue at pressing the dagger in harder. Feel the warm of blood drip down her neck
"Dragonborn better learn his place before Cicero." He looked down as she tried to adjust herself. In an instant he had his heel dug into her crushed leg. Screams echoed through the forest.
"Cicero likes the sound of that!" he applied more force with every jab he made at the pinned leg.
"Please for the love of Sithis… please stop." Her voice broke character, not being able to keep up anymore the pain was too much. Her head filled with ringing as the Jester slowly pulled her helmet off.
"Ah so the Dragonborn is not a "he" but a pretty she." His giggling lulled her into unconsciousness.
Wake up child, wake up for Mother
Her eyes fluttered open, a searing pain pulsing through her head.
"Ah the fair maiden is awake now. Good to see you're still alive." Her eyes tracked down the voice finding a small child coming in through a doorway. Eyes a beautiful bright yellow, her skin as white as porcelain.
"You are a very strange looking one. I have never seen a white elf before."
"Kaver vara jer?"
"You must be an outsider to Skyrim. Hold on I have to go get someone." My chin dropped down to my chest, the steady beat of my heart quickened as I could hear the same laughter that got me here.
"She's an odd looking creature." My eyes fell upon an older read guard. His fingers clasped around my chin drawing my eyes to lock with his.
"Fiba'i vethiit yava jer tena izra di ahziss."
"That's not very nice, she called me a dirty Redguard."
"Nazir what is she speaking?" the strange child drew closer, her eyes piercing through the Dragonborn.
"She's speaking Ta'agra. The language of Eslweyr, very complicated language to learn. So tell me Dragonborn how is it a mighty dragon took you down?" the strange child finally smiled flashing her fangs slightly before hiding them again.
"Why does it matter to you? I was minding my own business when this fool happened upon me."
"Oh ho if it wasn't for sweet Cicero you would probably be dead!" his cackle echoed through the room.
"Do you know who we are girl?" the redguard man stepped up now, his face never changing its serious position. A smirk streaked her face as she eyed him down.
"Of course I do… The all scary Dark Brotherhood. Followers of the Dread Lord Sithis and Night Mother." The Jester started to clap his hands and prancing around his companions.
"Oh, oh, ho! The pretty Dragonborn knows who we are! Wont mother be so happy!" The Dragonborn spat at him.
"Wafiit. The Night Mother is just some old dried up body that no one cares about anymore." She spat at the Jester, his face turning red with anger. A hand raked across her face by surprise.
"Don't you dare talk about the Night Mother that way. Cicero she's all yours." Both the Redguard and child left the room. The Jester danced around with a murderous grin spread across his face.
"Cicero is going to have fun with this one. Let us see… oh ! How about Skyforge steal? Nice and sharp for easy stabbing!" pain surged through her side as he slide the blade across her skin.
"Is the pretty Dragonborn going to take back what she said about our dear sweet mother?" the tip of the dagger now rested below her chin, lifting her head up just enough for him to see her brilliant purple eyes. His breath caught in his throat amazed by the stupendous color that went ever so greatly with her skin. Cicero ran the tip of the dagger down the length of her throat to the middle of her chest pressing lightly into her skin. She maintained eye contact with him as her blood trickled down the dagger. He finally broke the stare when blood started to drench his gloved hand.
"Cicero sees that you are quite rebellious. Cicero can be just as heartless." His hands swiftly moved about her, she realized that he was stripping the rest of her armor. Throwing every piece to the ground before her. She noticed him crouch down for her boots knowing this was a chance to harm him. She kicked out, connecting with his face he flew back hitting the ground with a horrible thud. A smirk grew across her face as she watched his blood start to drip from his face, but her own satisfaction dissipated from her face. His jester hat hid his eyes but not the ever growing wicked smile that seemed to stretch his whole face. Looking up she could see chaos and murder fill his eyes, he slowly pushed himself up. He reached for his face feeling the blood that ran from his forehead and nose.
"Lucky Dragonborn, no one ever hits Cicero!" he moved faster than her eyes could keep up with.
"Now Cicero will show you how heartless he can be." His breath was hot to her ear sending shivers through her body.
He placed his hand on her face gripping the edges of her face tightly. He forced his hand back slamming her head back against the cold stone wall, knocking her unconscious once again.