Hello! I am quite surprised that this has gotten much more attention than I thought It would. I'm glad you all like it! I feel like I've made the characters in Skyrim ooc so I apologize. Did I do a disclaimer in the first chapter? If not, here it is:
I do not own Skyrim. This is only a made up story and I do own Kalara and Errande. Thank you and enjoy!
In the midday of Turdas, two young men fought with wooden, makeshift swords. One was normal: a Nord. The other: an Altmer/Khajiit hybrid. The half-breed knocked the Nord over and pointed the wooden sword to his chest. "I win… Again." A smirk graced his lips before he helped up his friend.
"Damn, Kalara. Why are you so good?" the Nord laughed as Kalara flicked his long, black braid from his shoulder. The older boy just shrugged and glanced towards the man brushing the horses. Geimund was like the father he had when his own was busy with Thalmor business. Kalara glanced back at his friend, Horm, who nodded and gestured him off. With a smile, the older boy nodded and hurried over to the man. Their relationship was an odd one. Geimund was like a father to Kalara, but what Geimund thought was something much different. Fridrika was his wife, but he grew tired of a woman's sex.
"Hey Geimund, need any help?" The man brushing the palomino looked up while smiling at the owner of the slightly gruff voice. Being half Khajiit made his voice a little rough sounding with the smooth accent of an Altmer; such an odd pairing indeed. Every night he would imagine the noises that he could make with that voice, but it has never been proven to him. Soon… He would prove those noises soon.
"You can wash the one of there. She has gotten dirty from rolling 'round." The Nord jerked his head toward the mare munching on some hay happily. It was true; she was very dirty. The half-breed just released a sigh and moved to grab a bucket of water along with a piece of cloth. By then the mare had figured out what was going to happen and flicked back her ears with a warning nicker. She did not enjoy baths at all, or Kalara. What she did enjoy was nipping and stamping at the poor boy. Oh what Kalara did for septims.
It was a struggle to wash the mare, but he had managed to do it though he was now dirty. Geimund chuckled at the dirty boy and wrapped his arm around his shoulder to lead him from the defeated mare. "Now you need the bath, boy. I can help wash you up in the water near the mill. I'm sure Hjorunn won't mind if we're in the water," he said with an odd grin on his face as he lead the frustrated hybrid from the stables. He confused on why Geimund wanted to help him bathe since he was clearly capable to clean himself. It had been nice years since he was ten which was the last time the Nord bathed with him.
"I, uh, guess…" he mumbled while his tail twitched out of worry. He shouldn't care about bathing with the man he considered his second father, but there was a feeling in his gut that told him something bad was about to happen. The two began down the dirt path to the mill before Geimund talked to Hjorunn. The sawmill owner seemed to have eyed the half-breed in disgust before waving the two off to the water. When they reached the water's edge, the Nord was already removing his clothing while Kalara knelt down to poke at the water. He still couldn't shake the bad feeling from his gut as he began to remove the tunic he wore. The chuckle behind him made him pause and turn his head to the side.
"Why shy, Kalara? We have taken many baths together before so why is this any different," the man said in an odd tone while eyeing the soft skin of the boy's back. He slowly moved in as Kalara was loosening his pants, wrapping his arms around his small waist. A small gasp escaped Kalara's lips along with his body tensing up from the strange touch. He had always been hugged from behind by Geimund before, but this hug was different. This hug was more intimate and lustful which scared the hybrid. The Nord's hands slowly moved to replace the others on his pants.
"Allow me to help you, sweet Kalara," Geimund purred into the trembling Kalara's ear. What was he doing to him? Married men were not supposed to touch other men in such ways. Geimund was turning into Errande who betrayed his own wife. Those rough hands slowly slid down the half-breed's pants before removing his undergarments to expose his nude body. This made Kalara shift away from his arms and leap into the water to be hidden away from his eyes. No, this could not happen. Geimund and Fridrika had sworn in to Mara to be wed so why would Geimund want to betray the Goddess? The thoughts raced through his mind as he sat in the water, eyes never leaving the Nord. He looked a little frustrated when Kalara leaped from his arms, but he shook his head with a smile returning to his friendly face. Now he began to step into the water to be closer to the strange boy.
"Are we getting flustered? I will take very good care of you, Kalara."
He hated the way he said his name. That tone he used with that strange look in his eyes. It reminded him of the way his father spoke to the Bosmer woman. Was he to be Geimund's whore now? "I don't understand. Why are you acting so strange, Geimund?" The words that left Kalara's mouth were nervous and seemed to quiver a little. The only response he received was the Nord pulling him against his hard chest coursed with dark hairs before leaning in to press his lips to his elven ear. The way his warm breath caressed his ear made him shiver in disgust; he did not like any of it at all.
"I want something new, boy. Bedding a woman can get quite…" The man's hands slowly slid over Kalara's hips in a sensual manner. "Boring," he purred against his multiple pierced ear like some Khajiits had on their cat-like ears. Kalara found the whole thing to be vile. It was wrong for a Nordic man, who had sworn his love for his wife to Mara, to lay with another. How dare he even think about cheating on his loving wife with a boy he considered to be a son! His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt hands working his braid loose. That caused the half-breed to jump away from the Nord and release a hiss of warning. He didn't mean to hiss, but he couldn't help it.
"Do not touch me. You are a married man!"
"Kalara, lower your voice," Geimund spat in a hushed tone while grabbing Kalara's arm. If someone from the mill heard them then they would both be in trouble with the Imperials. That would not be good for Kalara, for he wanted to be a part of the Imperials. He wanted to take down those rebels and that evil man who led them. Geimund suddenly latched his lips to the hybrid's untouched neck before Kalara screeched and shoved away the Nord. He stumbled out of the water and hopped as he pulled on his pants, not even bothering to pull on his tunic. He ran away while listening to the angry shouts of Geimund.
"You shall pay, half-breed! The Legion will know how much of a whore you are and the truth of your family!"
Once again, he ran from his troubles. That was all he knew to do. Would he run and cry to his father? No, but he had to get home. Geimund's words scared him. Would he really tell the Legion lies? Kalara shook his head after pulling on his tunic and opened the doors into Solitude as he ignored the vulgar shouts of the guards. He was getting good at ignoring people.
He had to act normal; he had to remain calm. Taking in a deep breath, Kalara lifted his head and walked through the capital to get back home. Not many bothered him for being a half-breed anymore, for they got no response like they used to when he was a child. What bothered him was when he was suddenly struck in the face with a tomato. He released a sigh and glared at the group of children giggling before they scattered to different places in the city. Though he was angry, a smile grew on Kalara's lips. Children were what made him happy. There were a few children that liked him which was quite surprising. Their parents usually told them bad stories about the hybrid, but few of them cared. They actually found the half-breed enjoyable. The girls braided his hair and the boys play fought with him. Smiling at his thoughts, Kalara opened his door to his home to find the Bosmer woman with a dagger against her neck and Imperial men surrounding her.
"Welcome home, half-breed." The door was slammed behind the boy before his arms were grabbed. Kalara stared at all the men he had looked up to in disbelief to what was happening. The poor Bosmer woman was sobbing and chanting an apology to the hybrid before a solider slit her throat. Her warm blood splattered over Kalara's face and clothing before he released a scream of fear. Another solider struck him across the face with a sharp 'Quiet!' before the man he looked up to the most yanked back his head by his long hair.
"Whoring yourself to the stable owner and his son? Filling the children's ears with lies? I have heard about you wanting to join us, but you would be the whore, half-breed. The Legion does not need vile creatures like you," General Tullis hissed out before spitting on the already dirty boy. A boy of his age should not cry, but he couldn't help himself. Kalara had looked up to the man, yet to hear such vulgar things come from his mouth was painful. How could he speak of such lies? Why did Geimund lie to him? Just because he wouldn't allow the Nord to fuck him, or put his cock in his mouth? It was disgusting; he felt disgusting. He was a disgrace to his family. Everyone in Solitude would know lies about the Thalmor Wizard's son, but what would become of his father? Kalara never wanted to ruin his father so he had to somehow negotiate with the evil man.
"Do not bring my father into this, sir! Spread the truth about only me and leave my father out of this. He had done nothing wrong!" Kalara cried while looking up at the General with pleading eyes. He was struck across the face once again, this time knocking him to the ground.
"Keep your eyes off of General Tullis!"
The man began to circle the trembling boy while tapping his chin. All Kalara could do was stare at the boots around him and tremble in the men's arms. He was growing impatient though the wait was only for minutes. He wanted an answer quick.
"Your father shall be left alone, but we shall have your head." The words made Kalara jerk up his head with a sharp gasp and tense his body out of fear. They want him dead? But why?! He hadn't done anything wrong. All they heard were lies from Geimund, but they believed him more than the half-breed.
"No! I refus-" Kalara screamed out in agony as an Imperial solider stomped down on his tail and yanked back his head by his wavy hair. The tears leaked from his blue eyes once again and ran down his bloodied cheeks. Harsh pants escaped his lips once he hunched over in pain.
"That was not something you can refuse, half-breed. It will happen. You will die."
The sudden blow over his head caused the boy to fall to the ground now limp from unconsciousness. He was to be taken to Helgen.
Was that ending rushed? I am sorry. I just didn't know what else to do without dragging it on. If you have not guessed from that ending, the third chapter is the start of the game when the Dovahkiin (In our case Kalara) wakes up on the cart with Ralof, the horse thief, and Ulfric. Hope you'll stay with me for this story.