The shaking of the very soil you stand upon is evident. Waves of change are coursing to exfoliate the land of impurities. Screeching can be heard in all corners of the land. This is a land which has heard many of the very same losing of the souls in such shouts, and has many more to listen to. Sweet and melodic? No, harsh and scarring. No endearing wives are here to soothe the aching of their men. Just the rattling of bones as the cart tows them closer to their final resting place.
Am I to be ignored? To be left in the rot and soils of the cities of these people? I am, I am. Am I to be acknowledged for my achievements of great and grand tale? To be kissed and hugged and rejoiced for at a banquet meant to herald my triumphant return? I am not, I am not. They ignore the fact that I am the Dragonborn of prophecy, the one sent to save their souls and land. And yet, I am alone.
I still can't believe it. A man I thought to be rather close to me has left. Just like that. Why? Another woman. A little jingling of the coin purse and an absence of the gleaming ring on his hand led that girl straight to him. I had no chance. So I sit idly by, taking all the doled out hits rather passively. Much too passively indeed.
Sneaking really isn't my style. But that bastard is going to pay for what he did. I was left in peaceful ignorance while he went on with his little whore. The whole goddamn town knew. A meager little farming community and you'd have thought one of them would be pious enough to point out such rash infidelity. A terrible rage roared through my robes and organs; I am ready to tear him apart.
The click of the door. He's here. Is she with him? More than likely. Dammit! The little slut, the little whore, bigot, wench, sadistic-!
Wait. No. This is perfect. Both of them, together. I untied Hellfire and Malice from my belt. Daedric war axes will never let you down when you intend to kill… close ones. Especially when they're enchanted axes, and will cave your enemy's skulls within seconds. Jandir will more than pay for his affair. As will she.
The sound of footfall coming up the steps. My weapons are at the ready, and prepared to cut through the very marrow of the couple. Is it Jandir by himself? I think so. I'm going to find out. He's almost at the crest of the stairs. I can see the tip of his head. I step forth suddenly, swinging the axe down on his head before he can even reach the next step.
Blood. Divines, I'd only ever seen so much blood from slaying a troll.
Pleased with the slaying of my enemy, I stood over the bleeding corpse for what seemed like hours. I was awoken from my trance when the crack of the front door sounded. I couldn't help it. I whimpered loudly and froze to where I was standing. I'm going to be caught. Everybody will know it was me. Who else had reason to kill him?
The bearing of a torch lit the room, and Jandir's face was below me, frozen in the middle of stepping up the stairs. Staring. He was just staring at himself sprawled over the stairs, bludgeoned and dead. I took the liberty of looking down at Jandir's body too. No, that wasn't Jandir…
Jandir merely looked at me now, not knowing what to do. His mouth hung open, dried out and unclear what words it should form first, if any at all. So much time passing. I was going to go insane if he didn't say something soon. I needed his approval. I needed him.
"Jandir. Come with me. We can leave. Together. Nobody else. I'll help you build a cabin in the woods. We're both warriors. We can hunt. We're meant for each other, Jandir. Meant for each other."
His voice was steady and scarily calm. Eyes never leaving the body. Hands not shaking the torch. Legs not quivering, standing strong.
"She came here to tell you that we're no longer together. She came here to apologize. To give money and service of servitude and pledge never ending faith to you. To give up her life to be forgiven. To leave and never come back. I came back to make sure you had taken the news well. To hug you and tell you that I was wrong, so wrong. To kiss you and tell you how much I loved you. And that together we could get through this. But you killed her, and none of that can happen now."
He doesn't want to be with me. I'm alone. I'm not going to give him the pleasure of joining her in the afterlife. He's going to suffer through this without me, and still, he will suffer with me. I will haunt his every memory until his dying day. I'll make sure of it.
