Sky Rose
Chapter 1
I don't own the mods I mention nor do I own Skyrim. That belongs to Bethesda. I am just a fan of their work. I switched gears with this story and went for third person, so you'll see errors that associate with going back and forth between first and third.
WARNING: I drop the F Bomb from in every chapter from now on, its just the character.
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Helgen, 17, Last Seed
She couldn't remember her life before her adopted father Brynolf, nor could she care to remember what it was like. She started off at the bottom and she didn't care, she wanted to work for the attention of her adopted father on all her little stolen goods. While it may have seem to be harsh and unsafe for her, she thrived at it. She soon became an asset to the guild and promptly spoiled as well. Random jewels and rings were given to her and while it was appealing, she wanted to work for those jewels and rings herself.
Her adopted father gave her the name Alya Rosa because her eyes, mismatched kaleidoscope of blue and green, reminded him of the sky and a rose. He taught what she needed to know; how to size up a mark and how to make the best deals. He helped her with lock picking and stealing, often stealing the items from under her nose before she knew it. Stealth was taught the same way but she had to work for some of her meals. In all, her adopted father did his best to teach her his profession and it came at good timing.
Mercer Frey had taken her to Snow Sanctuary and 'killed' her. If it hadn't been for Karliah, she would've died because of her recklessness for adventure and giddiness of being outside Riften for the first time in months. Alya calmed her adopted father down and explained to him what happened, the best she could. In the end, she had to end a life. She, Karliah, and Brynolf confronted Mercer and while Karliah and Brynolf battled each other, she battled Mercer. It was close, she had never taken a life but she knew in the end that Mercer was power hungry and only wanted power. She was now an agent of Nocturnal, and boss of the thieves' guild. She didn't flaunt her power that she had gained, she simply took it in stride.
Now, ten years after Mercer's death and the thieves' guild flourishing, her birthday was celebrated. She had gained weapons, jewels, and an enchanted ring but she loved the gift from Vex, a dare. She was dared to steal something from Cyrodiil and come back, undetected. The farthest she could go was the Imperial city before she had to come back. The deadline was a month away but she wanted to get going right away.
So she had set out for the Imperial province when a snag hit her plans. Namely a battle between the Stormcloaks and the Empire. She didn't even get a chance to explain why she had stumbled onto their battle when they knocked her out and redressed her in rags. She was glad she only had her thieves' guild armor on and not her nightingale armor as she would've had to explain why her armor was missing to her father and Karliah but now she had to explain why her armor was missing to Tonilia.
'Why the fuck do I get in these situations? My father constantly complaining I get into trouble may be right this time, but…'
She thought as she came too before discreetly looking around. Her hands were bound in front of her with rope, judging from them, they were done poorly as a dagger could easily cut them. There were other occupants in the cart besides her but she ignored them to stare at her hands, thinking of ways to get back at these asses. She was going to continue starring at her hands before she caught the gaged rich man looking at her in mild interest.
Her hair was cut short and hazardously uneven. Before this, her hair was done in a lush braid to her mid back and she loved her hair that way. It would take years for it to grow to length she could handle. The color of her hair was like her adopted father, like fire. She didn't know her real parents nor did she care to know them. They can go rot in oblivion for all she cared.
"The fuck you looking at, asshole?"
She said before the blond Nord snapped at her.
"Watch your tongue! You're talking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high King!"
The blond Nord blinked in surprise when laughter spilled from her mouth. She never cared for people in power nor did she give a fuck. She was a commoner in their eyes and wouldn't care for her. Her blunt words often got her into trouble with some of the locals of Riften but her father bought them silence while she got a punishment for using such words to them.
"Really? True High King? If he's the true high king, then I'm the empress of Tamriel!"
She said with sarcasm dripping from her words and laughing at the blond Nord's statement. Said 'high king' was glaring at her for her words but the driver told them to shut up. Alya was always told to keep her temper under control by her father but there were times that her temper couldn't be controlled.
"Well fuck you! I'll shut up when I feel like it!"
She said back to the driver and said driver kept his mouth shut. She only snort before the blond Nord began talking to the 'thief' in the cart. She was also a thief but that man was a sorry excuse of one. Couldn't even steal a horse before being caught, sad.
"We're not with them right?"
"I rather think you're a big fuck up since you couldn't steal a god damn horse while people were fighting."
She said without looking at him. The blond Nord laughed while the rich gaged man gave a muffled laugh as the 'thief' resembled a fish out of water. She gave a cheeky smile to him as he growled at her before hearing the blond Nord mention Sovngarde. That sobered the thief up quick and she began to think of Riften. She never really thought of dying so soon in life. Too many pockets were lined with septims and jewels while houses begged to be broken into to be lifted of their belongings. The cart stopped and the blond Nord nudged her foot.
"Let's go, shouldn't keep the gods waiting."
He said before they all filed out. In front of them was a man with a list. She blinked when names were being called from them and Lokir, the horse thief, was called. He denied being a rebel and then ran for it before getting shot at. She rolled her eyes at his idiocy; the man didn't think, he just acted. She was soon called forward.
"Who are you?"
"Alya Rosa, Native of Riften."
"At least your ashes will be sent to Highrock."
"I'm not a Breton. I'm a Nord."
The man began to speak to the woman next to him. They conversed on whether or not she goes to the chopping block. So far the man had valid reasons why she couldn't go to the block but the woman had the final say. The final word was being sent to the block. That sent Alya's temper scorching.
"What The Fuck, woman?! Why the fuck do I have to be executed with these people when I have no crime committed against me?!"
Her voice was thunderous in her anger and caught everyone's attention. The woman captain just scoffed at her before dragging her to a spot next Ralof and another man. She growled at the woman before simmering down a bit. It irked her to no end to be put to death without evidence of a crime and she had committed no crime, yet. Oh, she was going to get Vex back for this.
"Next the Breton!"
"How about fuck no?"
She muttered as she walked to the chopping block to look the headsman in the eye. She looked bored at him before something caught her eyes as well as everyone else's. A real fucking dragon landed on the tower and words flew from its mouth. The sky turned blood red before meteors began to fall. Then the dragon let fly some kind of force that killed the headsman. Alya blacked out for a moment before Ralof's voice work her up. He didn't even need to say where she needed to go. Once inside the tower, she sat on a step to catch her breath while the men conversed about legends. She then pulled to her feet by Ulfric before she ran after Ralof.
Through a burned out part of a roof of an inn to only be guided to a decision that would very well impact her life. She didn't need to guess of who to follow. She followed Ralof into the keep. He checked a fallen comrade before muttering something to him.
"Better get you out of these binds."
He said before he held a dagger in his hands but she snatched it from him and undid her own ropes. She looked at him with mismatched eyes blazing with fury but before she could open her mouth, sounds of feet running caught her attention and she crouched next to the door with the iron dagger ready. The door opened to reveal the imperial woman captain and Alya took great pleasure killing her before handing Ralof the key.
"Let's just get the fuck out of here."
She said.
"Your words…"
"Don't start with my words being crass. I could give less than a skeever's ass than to listen to someone lecture me on my choice of words."
She said to Ralof, who shut his mouth, and opened the door. No imperial would stand in her way as she danced around them with the iron dagger. It was better if she had her nightingale blade but the dagger was better than nothing. Dodging in and out of her enemies' defenses while they tried to hit her was amusing but the thrill of it was only exciting for so long.
"Are none brave enough to dance with the Sky Rose?"
She said while her companion and his buddy talked. They heard the name and shrugged their shoulders, lack of better opponents must have gotten to her head. Jarl Ulfric would possibly know why this woman called herself Sky Rose. It was before they discovered she had disappeared, leaving them to fend for themselves.
Alya silently giggled at their faces as they looked around for her. She loved Shadow Warrior ability but she came out of the fog to mess with the lever and Ralof came running after her. She rolled her eyes but traveled with him none the less. An encounter with frostbite spiders and a bear left an impression on her with Ralof. He was a good person to watch her back if she needed it.
"You should join the Stormcloaks."
"I'll think on it."
She said as they both walked down the path that lead to his hometown. She calmly sighed as the wind brushed the back of her neck and she wished her hair was long again so she could feel her hair flutter in the wind. Ralof seem to look at her in interest but it was more of a curious interest than any other interest. They upon the Standing stones and she walked over to the thief stone before touching it.
"Thief?"
"Yes. I've been one since I was little."
"You're…"
She laughed at his facial expression and nodded. He just blinked before shook his and continued on his way, with an amused Alya following him. It didn't take long before they reached Riverwood and before they got there, he pointed out Bleak Falls Barrow to her.
"You know, you seem changed."
"Changed wouldn't be a good word. I'm who I am, can't change it."
She said as he led the way to his sister. It was after the conversation with his sister that Alya yawned. She was tired and wanted a nice bed to sleep in before heading straight to Riften but she promised Gerdur that she would tell the Jarl of Whiterun that Riverwood was in danger. She also wanted to yell at Vex for the dare. She wasn't going to do the dare if she couldn't cross the border.
"Alya, how did you come to be in Ralof's company?"
Gerdur said while Alya sighed.
"Heck if I know. Darn imperials caught me trying to cross the border and assumed I was Stormcloak before throwing me in with the rest for execution."
She said keeping her language un-offensive since there were innocent ears inside the house. She yawned again before Gerdur showed her where she would sleep and Alya promptly slept the night away without saying goodnight to anyone.
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I drop the f bomb quite a few times in this series but its how Alya is and acts. I need a Beta~...Remember, read all chapters to understand what is going on.
