Another Day another Septim

-Draco

I wondered through the streets of Markarth, taking in all the breathtaking Dwemer beauty. We had moved hear when my twin, Vela, and I were only three years old. Our father, Dralof, could no longer stand living in riverwood, especially after our mother died after Vela was born. He had only just managed to save enough money to move here, but he did so in a heartbeat. I only just remember when we got a carriage over here. It was too dangerous to go by foot; rumors of migrating Giants and Mammoths spread around all of Skyrim quickly. The journey took a long two days, be we got there with no casualties. We were lucky, according to the guards of Markarth. The Forsworn had been troubling The Reach latley. It's been troubling times for everyone.

But that was a further seven years ago.

As I wondered through the maze-like streets of Markarth, I intook the atmosphere around me. I let the gentle breeze of Sun's Height brush through me medium length brown hair. Today was the day of Merchants' Festival, the 10th of Suns Height. Stools were littered all over the Dwarven streets; The sweet smell of food filled the air, people were cheery and chatty.

I stopped in front of the Tavern, were my twin, Vela, helped the bartenders there to earn a few extra Septims to help out with our father's earn. Personally, I helped out with the smithy, taking to the art of creating weapons, swords in particular. With my farther now working as a guard in Markarth's Understone Keep, we earned enough to live comfortably.

I entered the Tavern, named the 'Silver-Blood Inn'. The air was heavy with the smell of ale. The atmosphere was cheery as ever, people were dancing, bards were playing there ballad's, and there was most probably a brawl or two going on somewhere. I walked over to Frabbi, the owner of this Inn.

"Hello Frabbi. Is Vela here?" I asked her politley, remembering my manners, as my mother would have wanted.

"Why hello, Draco. I sent Vela on a break. She's worked hard today." She informed me, smiling as she did so.

"Thank-you." I bid her goodbye, and set out to find Vela. When we are on our breaks, we usually meet by the Guard's tower, were there is a breathtaking view of Markarth and some of the lands beyond.

As I arrived there, I spotted Vela sat on the top floor of the tower. Her long brown hair was flowing in the wind. She was eating some bread.

"Boo!" I shouted as I crept uo on her, startiling her as she fell backwards.

"You idiot!" She shouted as she got back up. "What if I had fallen forwards?"

"You would be dead." I stated.

"Exactly. That's not very nice, is it?" She asked me angrily, as she clipped me behind my ear.

"Ow!"

"You deserve that, moron."

My ears twitched at this. My twin and I were obviously half-bread. We both had elven ears, which attracted a lot of attention from the rest of the Nords. Vela inherited the stature of an elf, but the face structure of a Nord. I was the opposite, with a well-built muscular Nordic body, with a very elvish looking face. My eyes weren't to slanted though, so my sister and I did bare some resemblance.

"You're such an idiot." She stated, returning to her previous position on the wall and continuing her meal.

"No I'm not."I tried to argue back.

"Yes, you are. Remeber what father said?"

Of course I remember. She always used it in arguments.

"Arkay didn't give you a brain, he gave you a twin sister." We both said in unison. We shared a chuckle, and I sat down next to her. We may argue all the time, but we were twin's after all, we still loved each other.

A few minutes later, we both returned to our jobs. The smithy of Markarth, Ghorza gra-Bagol, a short tempered Orc, was in the middle of crafting a fresh pair of armour, supposedly for a guard who get into a bit of a mishap with one of the travelling merchants. It didn't end well for either of them, with the guard getting sent to a healer and the merchant getting locked up, with similar injuries.

"Help me make a new sword for the guard boy." Ghorza grunted.

I set off to work immediatley, gathering all the things necessary for the job at hand. A few minutes later, I finished with a near-perfect blade.

"You did good work today, boy. Take two extra septim and get home. You can never be too wary about the streets of this city at night." I thanked her as I set off, returning to out home, named Vlindrel hall.

As I made my way back, I noticed that there were still festivities going on in the Inn. I waited outside for Vela, who came out after a minute or so.

"Ugh, it's so dark!" She complained, before mischieviously looking around.

"Candlelight." She whispered, using a weak, but effective Alteration class spell, which immediately conjured a small ball of light that would hover above our heads on our journey home. I oftened envied her ability to use magics other than a simple Healing spell (Restoration class) or a Shock (Destruction class). I was often relieved when we had a play-fight; she was weak and needed to rely on healing herself.

We made our way home, aided by Vela's Candlelight. We made small-talk on the way back, telling stories of how our day went.

"Frabbi and Kleppr had another argument today. Those two are always arguing. I'm pretty sure that at one point Frabbi threw a dagger at Kleppr." I raised my eyebrows when I heard this. Those two were always going at each other. One time, when Vela, father and I were having I drink in there, Frabbi casted Fear on Kleppr, a Illusion class spell that did exactly as was named. It took a healer to cast Calm on Kleppr, another Illusion class spell that did that would reverse the effects of Fear, or send the person or animal into a tranquil state, depending on the situation.

"Were you hurt?"

"No, but I wager five septims that Kleppr needs another Calm spell cast upon him." She giggled at the end of the sentence, showing amusmant at the married couples arguments.

We arrived at our home just after that. I could hear something moving inside. Then a clatter. It was probably father dropping yet another chest. He was always moving them about, it's like he was cursed to do so.

I opened the door and yelled, "We're home.", before we were met by a strange sight.

A thief, dressed in all black, was staring back at us, with a massive bag of septims at hand.

After a brief period of about thirty seconds, the thief made a dash for us.

I was left defensless, as I had no sword. However, I wasn't afraid. As if on cue, a bolt of lightning flew past my head, and hit the oncoming thief in the chest. They fell to the floor, knocked out by my sister's Lightning bolt, a damaging Destruction class spell.

I walked over to the thief, as Vela went out to alert the guards. I grabbed the bag of septims out of his hand, and placed it back where they belonged. As I did this, my father and a fellow guard, named Aelfin, who was oddly a Bosmer, rushed in, only to be met by the thief, who was still on the ground.

"Well, atleast you two are safe." He said with relief, brushing a strand of his blonde hair out of his face, as Aelfin bound the thief.

"Will you be okay taken this dirty thief on your own?" My father asked Aelfin.

"Of course. He will be out cold for a few more minutes. Your daughter is a deadly magician-in-training, clearly." He winked at my sister, who blushed. My sister was best-friends with his daughter, so they know each other well.

Aelfin left, and Vela made her way to our bedroom, were she promptly began undressing, to get ready for bed.

"How was your day?" My father asked, who was taking off all of his guard's armour.

"It was okay. I made a near-perfect sword today. That earned me a few extra septims. But you'll want to hear about Vela's day, there were a few bawls and Frabbi threw another dagger at Kleppr today." My dad raised his eyebrow at this, a trait I inherited from him.

I entered our bedroom, and began undressing for bed aswell. Once I finished, I bid father and Vela good night, and fell asleep almost as soon as my head was on the pillow.