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Chapter Two

I'll never get used to this weather, Evilila thought to herself as she pulled her shawl tightly around her. Her mother had gone to retrieve more goods to sell and had told Evilila to mind the stand for her. "After all, you are 12 now. You have to learn to manage the family business," her mother had said with a faded smile that no longer seemed to belong to her. It had been so long since she had seen father; he said he would write every day, but his promises were always so easily forgotten. Evilila sighed and put her elbows on the stand, her head held between her fists. Why couldn't I have gone with dad? She had always wanted to see the College of WInterhold; after all, Evilila aspired to become a mage one day like her father. Her mother greatly disapproved, however, saying that it is dangerous to study magic in a place like Skyrim. Sleep tugged at the young Dark Elf's eyes, causing her to slump down a little more. Her eyes flutter closed, as she was pulled into a dream of going on long adventures; casting spells and defeating evil sorcerers.

"Hey, wake up!" Evilila opened her eyes reluctantly, and looked at the small Nord boy staring at her in amusement. "Yes?" she sighed. It was such a lovely dream, even though it was short lived. "My mom sent me to buy some bread," the boy said proudly, holding out a few septims. Evilila groaned and once again rested her head in her hands. "Dontcha know you're supposed to ask how much it is and then pay?" The boy furrowed his brow, contemplating what she had just said before pulling his hand away; his cheeks quickly turning red. "Well, uh, how much is it then?" he asked, his confidence gone."Two septims per loaf," Evilila smiled. He wasn't too bad. For a Nord anyway.

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The dragon stood ridged on the tower before her, watching her and studying her with what she thought to be great interest. Evilila studied him, amazed by how beautiful and powerful this creature is. He truly was the thing of legends. The guards around her raced towards the dragon, unsheathing their weapons and firing arrows at them. The dragon broke the eye contact between Evilila and him, and stared in fury at the Imperials yelling and shooting at him. Puffing himself up, the dragon roared what sounded like a word in a strange language sending everyone flying back. Evilila fell off the chopping block and onto the hard, blood-stained stone, hitting her head with a dull thud that caused her to see darkness for a few seconds. Everything around her seemed to be in an eerie shade of red when she opened her eyes, and sound seemed to be muffled and distant. Evilila pushed herself off the ground, stumbling and shaking furiously. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, sending adrenaline through her veins at an alarming rate. Her eyes locked on a tower in front of her that was still intact and she immediately started to race towards it. Letting out a cry of pain, Evilila dropped to the ground and gripped her leg. She looked down only to see a wound leaking red all the way down her calf and into her shoe, a great contrast between her ashy grey skin and the bright red blood pouring from it.

Suddenly, two arms picked her up and carried her to the tower like she weighed no more than a sack of flour (which she might have, seeing as she was so mal-nourished and dehydrated). She was set on the cold floor of the tower gently, allowing her to finally see her savior. It was one of the guards, no, the guard that had looked for her name on the list. "Are you alright? I saw you fall and I…" his face paled as his eyes saw the blood seeping through her fingers as she attempted to put pressure on the wound, but to no avail. Without hesitation, the Imperial got up and ripped the tattered banner off the wall and proceeded to wrap it tightly around Evilila's leg making her hiss in pain. "Come on now, get up. We have to get out of here!" He pulled her up off the ground and started pulling her to the door. With every step that she took, it felt like fire was shooting up her leg. Blinking tears out of her eyes and biting down on her lip, she followed the man into the inferno waiting for them outside.

The next few hours were all a blur to Evilila; a tangled mess of fire and smoke and screams of agony that may or may not have belonged to her. Somewhere along the way, she had collapsed; probably due to loss of blood and all the pain she was in. When she finally came to, she felt grass tickling her nose and heard the roaring sound of a river nearby. Evilila opened her black eyes and scanned the sunbathed scenery displayed in front of her. She had to admit, Skyrim was beautiful in its own way. "You're up,"
The elf looked up and saw the guard standing behind her, carrying what seemed to be some clothes and food. Her stomach growled painfully in response, urging her to take the much needed food. The Imperial sat down next to where she was laying and handed her a piece of bread and cheese. "I'm sorry; it was all I could… Huh, you sure were hungry," he said as he watched her ravenously consume the food given to her; barely giving herself time to chew. "I'll go get us some water from the river," he put down some bandages next to her. "You should try changing those rags from that cut. Don't want it to become infected, do we?" he gave her a small smile before pushing himself off the ground and starting to walk towards the sound of rushing water. He stopped and looked back at her, opening and shutting his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words. "I'm Hadvar," he finally said. "Oh, uh, I'm Evilila," she said, embarrassed, after realizing he was waiting for her to say her name. "Evilila… What a pretty name," Hadvar said before continuing to walk to the river.

Evilila stared after him for a while before returning her attention to the bandages Hadvar had left for her. This will be fun, she thought ruefully as she looked down at the tattered fabric wrapped around her thigh. Gingerly, she unwrapped the fabric; exposing it to the cold Nord air. She gasped inwardly as the pain once again shot up and down her leg, making her hands clench into fists. Shakily, Evilila reached over for the fresh bandages and started to wrap them around the cut. After much aggravation with calming herself down so she could finish tying the bandages, Evilila collapsed into the grass and breathed in the fresh air; simply happy to be alive. Footsteps caused her to sit back up and smile as she saw Hadvar approaching her with a canteen. "Here," he said, thrusting the canteen towards her. "Drink as much as you need." Evilila drank as much water as she could, her stomach still trying to get used to having this much contents inside of it. Pouring a little into her hand, Evilila washed her face giving her a sense of refreshment and cleanliness. "Thank you," she said as she handed the canteen back to Hadvar. "For everything." The elf rose to her feet and smiled gratefully at Hadvar. "You're… You're not leaving are you?" he said, his voice full of worry and disappointment. "My uncle lives in Riverwood, and it's just down the road. If you want, you could meet me there. You could get some supplies and rest," he brushed some of his brown hair out of his eyes and waited for her reply, secretly hoping she'd say yes.

"I'm grateful, really I am. But I think I should be on my way; I've caused you enough trouble," she said as she began to walk down the path away from Helgen. "It was my pleasure…" he said as he watched her walk away. I wish you would stay with me Hadvar thought to himself. He was quite stricken by the Dark Elf, but she obviously didn't feel the same way he did. "Goodbye, Hadvar. Maybe our paths will cross again someday," she said. "I await that day, my lady," he said, smiling shyly at her. Evilila blushed a little at his words, and nodded her head. "As do I."