Chapter 2: Following the Trail
Brynjolf awoke. He got out of bed and went to the nearby desk. On the desk was the paper and map from Mikayla's wardrobe. He picked up the paper and examined her writing. He chuckled then began to read.
"I was born Mikayla Lunaris and became the adopted daughter of the Emperor Uriel Septim VII and sister of Martin Septim. When I was three I badly injured a servant. The Imperial Wizard was the first to realize what was happening. An ancient prophecy was finally manifesting: 'When the moon is separated from the sun darkness will rise and a monster will be born within the moon. Only he who is stealth-born can destroy it.' I was the moon and Martin was the sun. I grew and as I did the Imperial Wizard taught me skills to keep the monster within at bay. When Father was killed the Imperial Wizard put me in a kind of stasis and sent me forward in time to when he would be alive. I awoke within the Thieves Guild. That's when you found me, Bryn. YOU are the one spoken of in the prophecy. You need to find me, Bryn. Please." Brynjolf put the paper down. He rose to his feet picking up the map. He looked at the place circled on the map.
"Solitude? Now, why would she go there?" He wondered then got on the move.
Solitude, Castle Dour.
Legate Rikke looked at General Tullius who was getting frustrated with the dark elf/wood elf woman before him. She stepped forward for the woman was getting upset.
"Seere, edhel edainme," she said but Mikayla -it was her before Tullius- did not lower her blade. "Seere, edhel edainme. Lova lle hyanda. N'uma agar shall lanta sinome." Mikayla lowered her sword. She turned to Rikke.
"Lle quena amin lammen, Edan? Nyara lle general amin seek ere' y' yamen' a' stay ten' i' mori coiasira. Amin kela e' i' amrun." Mikayla said. Rikke turned to General Tullius and translated Mikayla's words. Tullius nodded.
"I wish you had said so earlier. You are welcome to stay here if you wish. However I must ask you to give me your weapon for the night." Tullius said. Mikayla shook her head.
"Amin uma il- trust lle. Amin hyanda stays yassen amin. " Mikayla said before walking away.
Just outside Riften; 4:00 p.m.
Brynjolf wasn't paying attention and so he was attacked from behind. The brunette who attacked him laughed.
"Damn it, Molly!" Brynjolf snarled. Molly grinned. Brynjolf sighed. He knew the Dragonborn's request before it came.
"May I come with you, Bryn?" She asked in such a manner that Brynjolf knew something was wrong.
"Molly," He said. "What did you do?!" Molly sighed and murmured something causing Brynjolf to ask her to repeat it.
"I-I made Maven mad at me." Molly said.
"Come on, then." Brynjolf said. He couldn't let her face Maven's wrath.
Translations
Seere, edhel edainme: Peace, elf woman
Seere, edhel edainme. Lova lle hyanda. N'uma agar shall lanta sinome: Peace elf woman. Lower your blade. No blood shall fall here
Lle quena amin lammen, Edan? Nyara lle general amin seek ere' y' yamen' a' stay ten' i' mori coiasira. Amin kela e' i' amrun: you speak my language, Human? tell your general I seek only a place to stay for the dark time. I move on in the morning
Amin uma il- trust lle. Amin hyanda stays yassen amin: I do not trust you. My blade stays with me.
