Chapter 2:

Letha storms inside the farm and pack her belongings, she couldn't believe that her father of all things have slapped her! It's completely ridicilous. Times like this she just should of took his head off with her mace, but she wouldn't and that's the problem.
She leaves the house slamming it behind her and storming down the road without a word to her mother or father. She begins to contemplate even leaving the farm without saying a proper goodbye, but she believes its for the best.

She had heard rumors that somebody could shout and cause people or objects to fly away, and it starts to sound familiar. The person she may have grew up with and she wishes dearly that it is her sister. One place she' heading...Falkreath.
"Hahaha, and off his face it goes! hahaha!"

She groans and rubs her forehead, one thing she didn't realize that she's on the same path that Jester happened to be on earlier. Perhaps they are heading the same way? But then again, maybe he is heading else where?
"Ohhh, look mother! It's the pretty stranger from earlier!"

She lets out a inaudible curse under her breath and carries on, ignoring the man that happens to be sitting around a campfire as the night begins to set in quickly. She bites on her lip and tries to continue on but he happens to be beckoning her to come over.
Perhaps her father was right? That he might kill her. That is something that she will be careful about. Skyrim is a dangerous place, just like the other continents out there.

The night grew dark enough that it's dangerous to be continuing to travel out here. She turns back around and heads for the campsite that the man set up.
"Care to have me join you and your mother?" She asks slowly, unsure if the man will actually allow her to actually let her sit by the fire.
"Yes, pretty stranger can do that. What brings you out here? I'm curious, do tell" He says grinning. He stirs his stew as he takes a bite out of his sweet roll with the other hand.

Her eyes rose in awe, the glorious sweet roll happens to be being consumed right now. If only she had thought about bringing her own. Oh the drama she felt about it. One thing Cicero takes notice of everything around him, after all he does lead a dangerous life.
"I left my..parents. After watching me kill the man, they disowned me..." She murmurs as she rubs her wrists slowly. The memories of the men that tied up her wrists and legs, her sister saved her with nothing but a shout causing the other men to fly off several feet. Though Ai ran away after that because she took my facial expression wrong.

He raises a eyebrow, the man must've seen a thousand deaths. What is with people anymore? He understood that this women has killed plenty of people that it doesn't visually effect her, perhaps she's a member of the Dark Brotherhood?
"They disowned you? How awful. Is that your only family?"
She freezes, what if this man happens to kill her if they find out that she's a part of the dark brotherhood? Since Astrid decided to have it best that this women joined, and Barbette is the one that saved her in the first place. But at that time is that she had her Mace, maybe Molag Bal said something or she recognized it? Now that would be something to hear.

"...I rather not say. Are you heading to Falkreath?" She says as she watches Cicero takes out a few bowls and fills them. He passes her one and she murmurs a, "thank you" and he takes his own sip of stew after blowing on it several times.
"Cicero's heading that way, are you wanting a ride there?" he asks in a light tone.
She inclines her head, "Yeah...something like that" It's not the time for her to return to the Dark Brotherhood yet. She has other matter at hand, like find her sister.

He remains silence, perhaps lost in thought. She wonders what goes through his head, is he planning something so delirious that it would cause chaos or is he day dreaming about mountains full of sweet rolls?
She shuts her eyes after finishing her stew and lean against the wagon, bundling up in her fur cloak around her body. She doesn't desire to freeze to death.
She opens her eyes and finds that she is on the wagon, and he must have picked her up and placed her there. He's sitting next to her and steering the horses, his eyes made his way over to her.
"Good morning!" he says in a cheerful tone. He must've had a ton of sweet rolls this morning otherwise he wouldn't be this cheerful, right? Unless he's mad to the bones.

She groans and sits up straight, making her back pop and her muscles scream. "..morning" she murmurs as she rubs her eyes.
"How long was I out for?" She asks.
He counts on his fingers, "Nine hours and Cicero carried you to the wagon, I tried to wake you up many times, but you never woke up!" He 'tsk' her a few times but then exclaims, "You must of been really tired!"

She rubs her temples, slowly processing this information. She never understood this story, she always wake up when something touches her, what the hell made her so tired?

"Oh..thank you Cicero. That's so kind of you" She tells him with a smile.
He smilse back widely. "You're welcome! Mother wouldn't like me to be mean to one of my sisters!" he exclaims.
He froze quickly, how did he knew that? Is he the Listener? Oh, he grins wildly, he thinks he is...oh wait...what if he isn't? What if its some pretty maiden or a old lady?

She freezes, 'what...sister?' Is there something she's missing? "What...what are you saying?" she chokes out, she reaches for her mace on the floor.
He turns his head to her. "You know what I'm saying! You know about them," he says in a quieter tone. She narrows her eyes over at him, how would he know that she is a member of the brotherhood? Is he playing a game right now? If so she's not afraid of picking up her mace, but then again...she doesn't want have anybody from whatever faction he is from after her.

"Oohhh, the mortal read your diary. How funny! Dear Diary, I met a man last night...ohh how amusing. Is it sexual? Did you dominate anybody in my name?" She hears the vile dark voice echo in her head. Molag Bal bugging her once more.
"...And you are..who exactly?" she forms her words slowly, trying to not scream at him in rage.
"Cicero! The keeper of our mother! The Dark Mother" he whispers as he takes notice of three strangers sitting on the side of the road panhandling, begging for money.

"They're going to attack us" She mumbles, gaining attention from Cicero.
"They are? Cicero thinks they're harmless" He says.
She rolls her eyes and pulls out three knives and throws them at them, two of them hit them in the middle of the forehead and the other hit the man's chest. He screams in agony and draws a long bow from his ground length cloak.
"I told you so" Cicero says before she could even try to make that sarcastic mark.
She realizes that he was being sarcastic as well. One thing she didn't expect was a sarcastic Jester. A pretty good looking one at that. She wonders what he would be like in a fight?
"Die!" the man with the long bow shouts.

Cicero reaches behind him and throws something at the man and hitting him in the head, by sheer luck the man fell to the ground. Considering how far the man is from behind us. This man who she's travelling with, she's thankful that she's not one of his enemies anytime soon.
She turns her head and watch the man crumble to the ground dead with blood rushing down his skull. She involuntarily licks her lips and bite the inside of her cheek.

Dear Cicero did take notice of her, he always notices things. He thinks that she must enjoy killing as much as him, how the blood pump when he kills somebody and how it cures the lust.
"Daaaamn, you got him in the head! That was crazy!" she exclaims in shock. Her blood pounding in her head and her chest, her body is consumed by the lust of kill.

"Cicero's hand slipped he didn't think he would get him!" he says, a grin apparently split wide across his face. His eyes gleaming with hidden passion of the kill and bloodspil he caused.
She faces the road once again and folds her arms after placing the mace on her lap. The blade shines without the rust, one thing she loved is this mace and the souls she sucks from people and she can summon them with her soul gems she holds.. She has tendencies to fill them with worthy enemies and sell the ones that are weak and hold no power to their name.

"Where did you get the Mace of Molag Bals?" Cicero says glancing down at it wearily.
Letha shrugs, she could bear to tell this handsome man but then again, she could tell him not. As her language skills tend to be in a odd fashion.
"I found it one day in an abandoned house" She mumbles, her eyes once not leaving the terrific mace that changed her in a way from being a nobody to becoming found by Babette and Astrid to ending up being one of the dangerous assassins in Skyrim.
"That house?" He says in a dark tone.

She wouldn't made a guess yet that this Jester had another personality. One that made her actually debate how strong he is and what a deadly threat he would become if she had made herself his enemy, but of course she had this thought earlier.
Without a response from her, Cicero hummed in thought eventually creating the silence between them. Letha shuts her eyes and crosses her arms, she would have to get off soon.

"How far is Falkreath from here?" she asks, not once opening her eyes to analyze the surroundings.
He glances over to her, noticing that her eyes are shut. If she was one of the members of the brotherhood? Why wouldn't she realize her surroundings? Is she a newcomer? His eyes lit up at the thought, he could teach her the old ways!
"Not far, if you get off here you would make it there in a day" he tells her.

"But, you might get attacked by ravage sweet rolls, but dear Cicero would eat them!" he cackles madly.
She chuckles, 'why would this Jester be so insane yet sane? Did he have a run in with Sheogarath?.' She certainly did once when she accidentally made a mistake and saved somebody from madness but received the Wabbastaff. She couldn't really blame the insane Deadra, she actually had a cheese dinner with him once. The cheese was a marvelous addition to the cheese brew and well everything cheese was mad in her mindset. Since then, she tried to avoid cheese as much as she can otherwise she would probably be sent back to the insane Deadra and have another discussion or fight.
"I hate cheese" She says nonchalantly.

"Why Cheese?" He asks, turning to her.
She snickers before responding. "Well, let's say a certain insane Deadra has made me eat so much cheese that I don't like it anymore...well ehhh I'm going to say that I have so many stories that I might tell one day..." she folds her arms and opens her traveling bag.
She curses mentally, 'fuck, I'm out of herbs' she lets out a sigh.
"Okay, I'm changing directions. To the...eerrr well. Let me off here" She tells him, he slowly down and she jumps off of the wagon and runs towards the Dark Brotherhood's hideout.

She whispers a spell and her speed quickens. She pushes her feet as fast as she can before ending up at the door of the home. The door asks her a question and she murmurs it, it opens up and she heads inside.

"Home sweet freaking home" She groans out and ends up being tackled by Babette.
"Oomph" she lands on the floor and stares up at the immortal child. "How's it going? I'm out of herbs and the last contract was filled...buuuuut I did happen to run into out little Keeper a few miles away? So, he'll be here in two hours" she tells her whilst hugging Barbette back.
She gets off of her sister and they stand up and analyze each other. The women is much taller then the child and their pale skins do make them look a little ill, well Babette more than Letha.
"Well, I'm going to get settled in"She whispers.

Being gone for two months isn't fun and especially visiting her surrogate parents wasn't the best idea either. The contracts she fulfilled made a three month quest while she was gone for a little over the third mark.
Letha sets her bed up and gets everything ready for herself by the time it's night, but that is a few hours from now. She heads down to the cavern water and sat infront of it nad played with the water with her fingertips making the water look as if it's tracing itself.
"How was the missions?" She heard Astrid say.

She chuckles before glancing over her shoulder to the woman. "It went good, they're dead and I have rewards. Did you hear anything about my sister?"
Astrid shook her head 'no', causing the Dunmer to let out a heavy sigh and hang her head in defeat. "By Sithis I'll find her one day and when I do I will have her join us...well I hope that is...but my family, I don't know what became of my other siblings..."
Astrid took a seat by the dismayed women, hoping to pry more in to her business and perhaps learn more things about this woman.
"Where did you grow up?" Astrid cocks her head awaiting for Letha's response.

Letha lets out a heavy sigh and leans forward allowing her bare feet drop into the ground. She shuts her eyes. "I grew up in my homeland. I lived in a good family, but I guess all good families come to an end when they were slaughtered, eh? Since then I lived for myself and to find my sister and take out revenge. The man who is responsible for their blood, I will find him one day and end his sorry ass where Sithis and Night Mother will skip rope with their entrails or something like that" She says menacingly, hey eyes tinge darkly the iris gets smaller by the seconds that pass until Astrid broke her out of her thoughts.
"Sounds terrible, but for now you will be here and go on my contracts, forget about finding your sister yet. We have much work to do" Astrid said getting up and acting like the mistress of the sanctuary that they call home.

"Ooooh, we're home mother..oh I thought we would have an entourage waiting for us.. guess not after all" A voice says in the background, ending the sentence with a heavy sigh.
Letha's ears perked up, wait..he's here already? . She stands up and turn to see Cicero and The Coffin of The Night Mother's already placed up. She makes eye contact with him, the split second felt like a eternity. 'What the hell..how did he get here so fast?' She is pulled from her incredulous thought.
He smirks at her apparent shock, his thoughts are, however, different from what she may think. 'Ooh, the pretty sister is a member! My gosh I'm correct again' .
"Sister! It's good to see you again!" He says in a cheerful manner, like how he was several hours ago.
She waves lazily and crosses her arms in mock boredom. "Why yes I am here, an why yes it's good to see you again," She says honestly before spitting out a sarcastic remark. "But I'm so glad that I'm not on a wagon again, you were driving me nuts"

The others let out barks of laughter, causing her to shrug. She takes notice of Cicero's pout, his eyes swarm with some hidden emotion. "It was sarcasm, Cicero. I was being sarcastic! Don't pout, it's getting...bothersome" She whispers the last part heavily on empathizes.
"Oh, poor Cicero thought that you hated me! I didn't do nothing but try to make you comfortable!" he pleads out childishly.

As the night turns finally, the others head to sleep or read all except for Letha and Babette, they are discussing something important and dire that could ease or create pain for the Dumner woman.
"So you got the mace from the abandoned building and then deciding to help him before considering anything I told you about me being one of the daughters of Cold Harbour?" Barbette scolds the young woman, despite being a child in physical form.
"Yeah...I was just caught up in the feeling of lust, blood lust...it was so ravenous that the man was screaming for me to help him! I just...couldn't help myself. It felt so great yet I was so scared like something was controlling me..I just...I love the feeling now" Letha whispers out. She holds her head in dismay and her eyes close shut.

Barbette groans as she glares at the mace on the table. She appears as if she's about to tear it apart or find a portal and send that back to Molag Bal in her regards.
"That-my father- he's not even my father, but he doesn't understand that you are one of us, one of Sithis's and Night Mother's, how dare he touch on of hers?" She sneers out.

Letha laughs humorlessly and slaps her open palm down on the wood table, ignoring the stinging sensation spread across her flesh. "I cannot reason with him about shutting up every once in a while, he always watching me! I told him I'll find another soul worthy of taking my place after I die! It's complete bullshit that I have my soul supposedly claimed in...in four different realms!"

Barbette shakes her head. "I tried to look into it for you, but so far nobody had many Deadra claims on you, other than a myth about Alludia, but that doesn't really count...she was..one of my sisters long ago, before she was destroyed by me" Babette taps her little fingers on the table in thought.
"Good news, I found a baker that will work for us...he's interested in becoming a member. I talked to Astrid about him, but she seems skeptical claiming that he will murder us all in our sleep," she says staring off into the distance of the cavern before returning her stare at Letha.
"I sense that he tells no lies though" she murmurs.

Letha peers down at the empty plate where the sweet rolls were once at. Who the hell stole her sweet rolls? She grimaces before exclaims, "Somebody stole my sweet rolls! Who dares to do that?!" She says casting a wickedly tasteful smile.
She will find this Sweet roll Thief. And they are in this cavern, this exact room too. She look under the table, nobody. She stands up and searches the room, nobody is under the lone bed. Nobody is awake except for Barbette and her.

"What the hell?" She tiptoes past the sleeping members, she stops at the room that holds Cicero and the Night Mother.
She opens the door slowly, trying to cause any loud noise. Inside was Cicero and he was chowing down on sweet rolls! Not any sweet rolls, but her own! She lets out an inaudible gasp and rushes through the door and tackle him to the ground, he lets out a loud groan and glare up at her as she steals the sweet roll.
"Don't you dare touch them! They're mine!" he says loudly.

She sneers down wildly, she shakes her finger dramatically. "Hell no, they're mine. I had them first but you took them!" She holds his wrists down with one arm and the other holds the sweet roll slowly taking them to her mouth.

His eyes rose in horror then anger, he flips her over with ease and snatches the sweet roll from her faster than she would react to. She lets out a little scream and tried to move and kick at him, his iron grip holds her down in ease. "No, no, no. It's my sweet roll, I found it just sittin' there on the plate. You didn't touch it, I thought you didn't want it. Poor Cicero is hungry!" He says with a pout.
Her eyebrow twitches uncontrollably, her eye joining with her. "But I was in discussing a topic with Babette and I was talking I didn't want to spray it everywhere! It was mineeeee" she whines.

She pretends to relax appearing to look as if she's submitting, he smirks but keeps his hold still. 'Fuck, how would he guess what I would do?' she shuts her eyes. She'll just give up, the sweet roll isn't going to be won over.