A short little chapter. Most of these chapters will probably be short. Either way, Shea only belongs to me, and I own whoever else her biological family is. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading/supporting!
Get to the border. Get to the border. Get to the border.
That was the only thought running through Shealyne's head. That was the only thing that mattered. Get passed the border, and they were free.
One step at a time. One step at a time. One step at a time.
They were so close. She and Mathieu were so close to freedom-to safety-out of reach from the cold decrepit hands of the Night Mother. Yet the trek had been grueling and slow, for rain had muddied the ground and made their clothing cling, pronouncing the woman's growing stomach.
The rain had caused Mathieu to hang his head low, though that was not the only reason. An Imperial Checkpoint was up ahead. The pair did not want to gain the attention of their hunters, and going off the road was not only dangerous, but suspicious.
The male had pretended not to notice the Legion Soldiers, unknowingly plotting and planning. How many were there? Two? Three? How much were the odds in his favor? Not by much. Not by much.
It was then the pair had been halted, journey held on pause as the Imperials searched through their belongings for any ill won goods. The pair had remained quiet, passive, on edge and wooden.
Mathieu had calculated the odds, ran scenarios through his head if the men would notice them-notice their ill standings in society. The soldiers were strong, and powerful, but clumsy and slow to faster adversaries. If they would unsheath their glimmering blades to attack, he would need to be faster. The Silencer's blade hand had clenched and unclenched, jaw slightly grinding as he planned his course of action. An Imperial sword takes longer to draw out than a dagger. He would have the advantage in speed. Just unsheath the dagger and plunge the short iron into the exposed chin of the closest man-a weak point in the armor where soft flesh was exposed.
One down. One to go.
Shealyne had attempted to smile upon the men, though had been careful of her fangs. They had smiled back upon seeing the early stages of her motherhood, and had wished her well. These were dangerous times to give life to a child.
Don't ask questions. Don't ask questions. Don't ask questions.
The second man would be most difficult for Mathieu. His brother in arms would be dead upon the ground, blood erupting from his impaled chin like an enraged waterfall. Hot blood moving under a dead heart. With luck, the man would be in shock at the death of his friend, and would falter just enough to allow the Breton a second attack, allow him enough time to remove the blade and strike. Though he doubted it. He would rather blind the second by flicking fresh blood upon the man's eyes, blinding him. Then would come the killing blow, and rain would run rampant with blood.
Beautiful.
Mathieu was snapped out of his thoughts by a soldier motioning towards his arm, the Breton looking down to see his arm torn open, a bandage stained with blood. They had inquired what had caused that wound, and if he required assistance.
A small smile graced his lips, cold and merciless masked with warmth and amiability.
Bellamont claimed the assailant was a wild dog.
Do not let the eyes betray. Do not let the eyes betray. Do not let the eyes betray.
The men had looked upon the Breton, whose smile was laced in a dare, daring them to attack first. He had already won. They would start the fight, and he would end it.
Shealyne had cleared her throat, uneasy, the noise penetrating the silence despite the falling rain. The Imperial Soldiers had then returned their belongings, and wished them safe passage.
The pair had then passed the checkpoint, and passed the Cyrodiilic Border into Hammerfell.
They were safe-at least from the Night Mother's Unholy grasp. Or so they had come to believe. Now, only one thought had run endlessly through Shealyne's mind.
Get to Sentinel. Get to Sentinel. Get to Sentinel.
Sentinel could not seem farther enough away. And what was worse, she was not sure if they were making the right choice to return to High Rock. Her homecoming was not something her family would rejoice in, gravid or no. And she would have to face her greatest enemy of all: her Mother.
