Begining Notes: This is my first story and I hope it will be really unique, please enjoy. Thanks to my beta KissxTemptationx



Rains Hand 14, 434th era, year of the dragon, Morndas.

Amazing, simply AMAZING! Who knew that a body could roil in that fashion?I would never have guessed an Argonian could scream that loud, but again, bandits really do deserve no mercy especially when dealing with me. I have arrived at the Faregyll Inn today and I will be moving on to the Imperial city in as little as a day. I can only hope arriving sooner; I don't like the looks I got when I arrived here. That Breton boy unnerves me, but he doesn't know who he's dealing with. You DO NOT mess with a House Nirvane witch. Anyway, I should hope to write tomorrow.

My elegant, elven script graced the pages as I flipped through my diary, just finishing the last of my entry for today. I really didn't like this inn but it was much better then that other one. Who would ever want to sleep at a place called the Inn of Ill Omen? Unless you feel like dying, I would never. But this inn couldn't be much better. I mean that boy at the front, Alix I believe I heard the Innkeeper address him, had an odd persona about him. Like he secretly wanted to do something horrible to me.

Too damn bad, I'm Nirvane. I'd be happy to turn him into a chicken and then properly roast him alive. House Nirvane of Morrowind; not a very big house by any standards but it was big enough even though Telvanni eclipses us. Nirvane came into power several years back, maybe a decade when Indoril finally fell into ruins. Nirvane took their place and I was the heiress considering daddy started the house. It is unnatural for New Houses to take such a big standing but an opportunity presented itself and we took it.

The funny thing is Nirvane are a lot like Telvanni, just without the horrid mushroom homes and tacky dressing styles.

And Nirvane are much better mages.

There was a sharp rap at my door and I scowled in that general direction. I hate it when people interrupt my train of thought.

"Madam Nirvane... your meal." The voice belonged to a young lad no doubt. I was right when I swung the door open with a telekinesis spell.

"On the nightstand, your tip is there as well." I stood up slowly and smoothed my skirt out. The dark blue wrap and black skirt looked fabulous compared next to my olive blue skin tone.

"Yes, madam." The boy seemed slightly awkward as he walked and his eyes brimmed with tears. He walked past me and I caught a small cut on his shoulder where his cheap tunic didn't cover. I covertly cast a variation or Detect Life to see through objects. Red lashes and cuts swarmed up and down his back. I knew I didn't like that lousy innkeeper. I know I'll regret this later because he'd probably tell someone, but I can't stand to see children hurt.

"Would you like me to heal those for you?" I asked point blank; if he tries to hide them and sign it off as false I'm gonna hold him down and fix him. You can't lie to a Nirvane... at least effectively.

"I need to go." He started to rush towards the door but I grabbed him around the waist and sent a healing spell into his back. He hissed in discomfort as the wounds closed.

"I know it hurts, would you like to tell me who did this?" He's either gonna say no or spill everything and then I get to play hero and hurt the bastard that did this.

"No one. May I go, Muthsera?" Pleasantries don't work when someone hurts a child. I know pain, hell I'm a professor at the Arcane University about the effects of pain and magic when mixed.

"Not until you tell me." I answered blandly.

"I can't, I'm sorry, please just let me go." His voice was strained and I felt tears drip onto my shoulder, Oh joy, he's crying. On my Akaviri Silk wrap. Ugh!!

"Was it the innkeeper?" All he has to say is yes so technically he isn't saying who actually did it. Just one word.

"Kinda." That's all I needed to hear from the poor thing. I stood up and took his hand in mine and gently led him into the front room. The Khajiit woman glared at the boy and then at me. You better avert those eyes before I burn them out.

"Lucien, come here." She shouted, her cat like voice echoing in the small room. Oh, she's magical. If she's mage enough to beat me then why isn't she the Archmage. The boy, Lucien apparently started to walk forwards, his head held low.

"Stay here." Yes it's supposedly cheating if I use a charm spell to make him come to me but I still win. "I understand you beat him. I found lash marks and welts down the boy's back. Either release him from your service or I burn this place to the ground." I threatened. The Breton boy walked out from the shadows, a silvered longsword pointed at me. Oh please, do try me.

"Leave my inn or I'll have him run you through." She shouted again, magic infusing her shout to make it seem louder then it is in an attempt to scare me. Doesn't work. It takes a lot more then a grumpy cat-bitch to scare me.

"Try it." I laughed.

She snarled and the sword was a gleam of silver light as it swung at me. I whirled around, my skirt flaring violently and caught the sword blade in a Shield-spelled hand.

I hit the side of the blade with a disintegrate spell, the blade falling into rusty colored ashes. I slapped the Breton sharply across the face and pushed a shock spell into the impact, he screamed as he reeled back and flipped over a table. I turned my glaring attention back to the Khajiit, who looked like a cornered animal.

I love it when they shake in fear.

"Release him now." I demanded; my fist burst into flames when I held it up dangerously close to the wall. One move and I could light the place up.

"Fine, take the cretin." She spat, I nodded to the boy to leave through the door. He nodded to me and ran outside quickly. I glared at the woman and cast a powerful paralyze spell on her and started up to my room, gathering up my diary and my bag and went outside.

Half expecting to see the boy had run off, he stood next to my horse with the reins in his hand. I wonder if the child knows how to ride.

"I'm surprised you haven't started towards the Imperial City." I laughed slightly as I slung myself up on the side of Shadowmere and side-saddled.

"You saved me, I owe you." Lucien I think his name was answered in a delicate tone. I looked down at him and deep into his eye. They were a soft brown, like expensive chocolate.

"I suppose I did...well then why don't you come with me to the Imperial city?" I offered with a smirk.

His face lit up, "Sure." He seemed excited enough. "Umm may I have muthsera's name?" He asked before climbing up quickly.

"You can call me Loriena, you wouldn't be able to pronounce the whole thing." I laughed slightly, my name was the most ridiculous name ever and I have yet to meet anyone who can say in correctly except my mother. Sad isn't it?

"Loriena, thats pretty." He smiled up at me. I returned the smile and started off at the quick trot towards the Imperial City.

Well tonight certainly didn't go as planned.


Chapter finish. Thanks for reading.