Little Spit Fire

Prologue

Sweat was dripping down his wife's brow, her face scrunched up in pain. The nurse maid was at her thighs, urging her to continue.

"You're doing so well my lady," the nurse maid told her brightly, putting confidence in both their hearts. "One more big push."

"Dillon," she gasped, grabbing his hand and squeezing it while she wiped the sweat off of her forehead.

"I'm here my sweet Mira," he whispered to her as she threw her head back, pushing with all her strength. A loud cry filled the room, drowning out Miranna's pants and the wet nurse stood up straight, carrying a bloodied babe in her arms.

"Congratulations my lord, it's a beautiful baby girl." The nurse maid announced, wrapping the infant in a small white blanket. Dillon was staring at her in awe, the idea of his and Miranna's creation, a team effort, created such a tiny thing.

"Dillon?" Miranna called just as Dillon grabbed the baby off of the young woman, holding her in his arms.

"Yes my love?" Dillon asked, seeing his wife's weak state as she gave him a tired smile.

"Never again."

Dillon laughed as he watched his daughter trying to place the arrow onto the bow. Avyanna, it was a beautiful name for such a fiery young lass. Her scarlet long curls bouncing with each movement, her hazel eyes furrowed in concentration.

"Now how is it you can throw knives but not put an arrow on a bow?" Dillon asked her, standing right behind and kneeling down. Avyanna merely glanced over her shoulder before going back to her task.

"Because knives don't require a stupid bow." The six year old muttered, finally clipping it on and a beam lifted onto her face.

Dillon gently placed his hands over hers. "Aim down your right eye, find the target and fire." He murmured into her ear, helping her pull it back. Dillon pulled back and allowed his daughter to continue.

Avyanna held her breath and released the arrow, just missing the blue line but for her first attempt it was the best result.

"Papa did you see that?" she asked excitedly as he chuckled, grabbing another iron head arrow from the small pile next to her and holding it out.

"Yes I did, why don't we try again?" he offered as her small hands wrapped around the body, taking it from him. "My sweet little spit fire."

Avyanna was spending her time with High Queen Elisif while waiting news on her mother and new sibling. Elisif decided to read her stories, finding a kind of peace with the young child. She and Torygg hadn't been successful with conceiving a child of their own just yet, but Dillon and Miranna's daughter was quite enough for them.

"Elisif," Avyanna complained, making the queen look up from the book. "I'm too old for children's stories."

Elisif chuckled. "You're never too old for stories little fire."

Avyanna pouted, her button nose just becoming cuter at the face she pulled. Elisif sighed, closing the brown book and placing it on the table. "Then what do you propose we do to pass the time?"

"Archery?"

Elisif just shook her head. "Honestly, it that all your father teaches you?"

"I want to be strong enough to be your bodyguard." Avyanna protested and Elisif looked at her in wonder. This small girl—no, young lady, whom she had known since the day she was born, wanted to protect her. It melted her heart at the idea.

Just as Elisif opened her mouth, there came a small knock and the intruder poked his head in, it was just Dillon.

"Anna, come and meet your new brothers." He beamed and the thirteen year old grinned, getting up and running out of the room. Elisif cleared her throat, standing up with her elegant air around her.

"Twins?" she asked and he nodded. "May I see them?"

Dillon's mouth broke out into a wide grin, common with proud Nord fathers. "If that is your wish Your Majesty."

Elisif rolled her eyes at his formal tone and followed him towards the infirmary, finding an exhausted Miranna on the bed holding two small infants. Avyanna's eyes lit up immediately, running over to her mother's side and staring at the babies.

"Can I hold one?" she asked in a small voice, different from her usual loud, snarky one. Miranna smiled down, indicating for her to take one. Avyanna leaned over and grabbed the one in her mother's right arm.

"Anna, meet your brothers Roran and Rohan." Miranna introduced, watching her daughter holding Rohan in her arms. Rohan's eyes were opened as he stared, his hazel eyes into her matching ones.

"He's so small," Avyanna whispered in awe, finding it hard to believe that this small creature was in her mother's stomach for nine long months. "I'll protect you no matter what. I'm your big sister after all."

Avyanna stared hard at the coffin, holding Rohan in her arms as Miranna stood next to her, holding Roran. The twins weren't even two weeks old and yet they had lost their father.

Miranna watched her daughter worriedly, knowing how close she was to her father.

Avyanna's hair hid her face as she glared at the ground, her anger coursing through her veins, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes without her permission. "Every bandit is dead, every single one of them!" she swore to herself, vowing to avenge her father's death even if she lost her own.

Rohan began to cry in her arms and she looked down at him, the tears running down her face and hitting Rohan's cheek. He stopped crying, looking at his older sister as more tears came down. Talos, watch over us…

Torygg and Elisif stood back, watching the grieving sixteen year old, Elisif holding a three-year old Rohan on her hip. The toddler didn't understand what was going on, more content with trying to grab Elisif's earring. Not realising he's lost a brother and a mother…

"Divines watch over them," Torygg murmured under his breath.

Elisif looked at her husband, tears trickling down her face. "We have to do something for them."

"Aye, that we do," he agreed, stroking the stubble of his beard. "Dillon was a fine bodyguard, Miranna a beautiful florist. That girl has no parents and a three-year old brother to raise."

Elisif bit her bottom lip. "We owe them our lives Torygg." She reminded him, her voice thick with sincerity, love and devotion to the orphaned children.

"And we'll fulfil our agreement to Dillon," he replied just as Avyanna stood up and walked over to them, her eyes full of clouded anger. As she got closer, Rohan reached out for his older sister and she complied, taking the toddler into her arms.

"We are sorry for your loss my little fire," Elisif choked, holding back the tears. Torygg placed a warm hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him, ignoring Rohan's small hands in her red curls.

"You will continue living in the palace. There will be wet nurses and maids to help you out with your brother. You will never be alone." He promised her but to Avyanna, those words just made her even aware of her loss.

So here's the prologue. Now if any of you read Mirage159's Two Halves: Walk in the Shadows, you'll recognise Avyanna as one of the new Companions. It inspired me to write my own Skryim fanfic with my OC Avyanna. It will intertwine with Mirage159's storyline a bit but on Avyanna's point of view so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim or its characters. I only own Avyanna and Rohan...