I'm burned out and wasted

I'm tired of pacing

I'm busy erasing voices of the dead

Artema paced the floor, and the cool steel of her dagger raised goose bumps down her thigh as it slipped from her holster and fell to the ground. She looked at the flecks of crimson that stubbornly had refused to un-wedge from the dagger's decorative design. Waves of white heat rolled through her body as she heard the emperor's voice, explaining he had been expecting her. She couldn't forget. So she stood and listened.

Everything changes

And everyone's faceless

I wanna replace, this darkness in my head

If only she had listened to Farkas. Artema could hear the Nightmother in her head, a never ending reminder of what she had become.

In a strange strange place, I'm lying on the edge of a star

In these violent days, I only wanna be where you are

Even fools they say… can find a way out of the dark

Of the dark

Help me out of the dark

Artema finally fell to the stone floor, defeated, and sobbing. All she wanted was to be in Farka's arms, but he was a long way from forgiving her. Not that she blamed him, she would never forgive herself. The priest had told her that anyone can escape the dark. What do you do when you are the dark?

Have I been a sinner?

A lover, a killer?

Cause the world I've discovered

It feels nothing like my heart

I wanna escape it

Or try to embrace it

I keep re-arranging everything I know

She'd sinned, loved, and killed. But joining the dark brotherhood was by far the worst decision she'd ever made. She couldn't run away, the Nightmother was in her head. But Artema wouldn't embrace her. Her world was a constant fight between good and bad, she was on the edge, and a strong wind would blow her far over either way.

In a strange strange place, I'm lying on the edge of a star

In these violent days, I only wanna be where you are

Even fools they say… can find a way out of the dark

Of the dark

Help me out of the dark

Out… of the dark

Help me out of the dark

She lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. A thousand faces blocked out her surroundings. She'd told the other brotherhood members she couldn't remember who she'd murdered. That wasn't true. She was haunted by their voices, the pure terror in their eyes, their fleeting cries of mercy. It clouded her mind, tainted her heart. There was no escape.


(A/N) Thanks for reading! The song is "Out of the Dark" by Matt Hires. Please review and follow me if your interested in another Skyrim story that I will start uploading soon! A big thanks to Evey Claire!

Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim, or the song Out of the Dark.