Hello there, friends. I am pretty excited about this story. It is my first fan fiction and I decided to share it with you all. It may contain spoilers for those who haven't advanced in the game as much as others. I decided to start off my fan fiction at a later point in this dovahkiin's tale, but will continue with explaining her start in the vicious and psychically demanding terrain, Skyrim. (I do not own or claim to own any of Bethesda's wonderful creations, I am only a humble admirer.)
Here is a short overlook of the main character.
Adiisa Dagmaer is a Breton with honey blonde hair and onyx eyes, she is 5"1. Most of her opponents underestimate her on her stature, but she silences their mockery with a quick slice of her dagger. She takes pleasure in ending lives. She has a sharp tongue and loves to make fun of others. She has few friends, no lover, and takes residence in the Dawnstar sanctuary.
Enough rambling, please enjoy my story and give your feedback of it.
Where The Wind Is Cold. (Prologue)
She brushed a strand of hair back from her eyes as she aimed a small iron dagger at the limp man hanging from the rusted shackles on the wall. With her target set, she flicked her wrist and sent the dagger across the room. A nice thud followed by the scream of her victim was heard throughout the sanctuary. Laughter rang out as she and the fool of hearts enjoyed their evening of torture and despair.
"Oh, what fun! Ooh, but I must go tend to mother. I hope she isn't angry with me. Cicero must go!" Cicero leapt up and rushed out of the doorway as if his hat were on fire.
"Don't forget to get her hard to reach places!" Adiisa yelled out, mocking him as she usually does.
"Cicero NEVER forgets, listener! You tease me so!" Cicero cried out across the sanctuary.
Adiisa snickered, she loved it when he became defensive. She was glad she let him live, he was her closest friend. Sometimes she wished for more, but the poor fool was so caught up with the night mother that he would not even accept such a plight as love. It didn't make her upset or lose her focus, she was fine as long as he was still Cicero. So many people change during these time, but he was unfailing.
"Cicero, if you don't hurry up with oiling mother. I'll tell her about the book!" Adiisa teased him as she left the torture chamber, the pleas from the remaining victims was heard as she began up the stairs .
"That IS NOT Cicero's book! Just more of your dirty tricks! Mother knows Cicero speaks the truth! He would never have that… Filth!" Adiisa rounded the stairs, Cicero's face was red like a ripe tomato.
"Oh calm down, Cicero. I would never tarnish your reputation with mother, even if you became curious and read a certain book." She winked and placed a kiss on his cheek, taking him for surprise.
His face distorted as he wiped his face furiously, trying to remove the invisible kiss. His face still glowed brightly as he pouted and continued his daily routine. She snickered once again before trotting to her room and gathering supplies for her latest contract. She sighed, it was another contract to kill a jilted lover. They seemed to be on the rise lately. Cicero walked into the room, his scowl had returned to his usual bright twisted smile. He did his usual dance and bowed down with his arm extended.
"Cicero would be most happy to accompany the listener. " He looked up and grinned. She smiled and shook her head. He knew that his smile melted her frost ridden heart.
"Oh, I suppose. Oh, Cicero my dear! Our target seems to be an Argonian maid, I know how much you enjoy them!" Adios chuckled as Cicero crossed his arms and huffed at her latest jab at him. Once again, Cicero and the listener were on the hunt.