Darkness.
I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside.
The curtains of my window were fluttering with the wind.
A slightly cold breeze grazed my skin.
That dream again.
Why do I always have that dream?
Why do I dream of dragons?
Of a dragon that we have no knowledge of?
Is it even real?
Or am I going crazy, as they say?
The thoughts were whispering, tumbling in my head.
The first time I had this dream was, when I had been a mere trainee Initiate of the Order of Whispers.
Thinking back of that time, I laughed silently.
Sixteen springs had I seen, back then, I had no clue about how the world worked. No hunch about politics and scheming politicians.
I shook my head, it doesn't matter know to think about it.
First of all I should think about is, how to fill my stomach.
I sighed, my savings were thinning out. I had to get another job soon.
I grimaced, I had been fired last month from my job as a bartender, because some idiot
broke off a bar-fight and I accidentally hit the other guest a bit too hard, I guess.
Guess who that idiot has been, my childhood friend Faren, my apologies, Lord Faren.
Maybe it was time to pick up some job in the military again.
Maybe my sister could put a good word for me with Logan Thackeray, she knew him better than I.
At least I had some fighting experiences.
Speaking of my sister, last week I received a letter from her.
She wrote, that she would wish to speak me on a private matter.
The meeting was scheduled today in Lion's Arch at the small bay near the Monument of the Fallen.
Yep, definitely a cheery place to meet up.
Contemplating about the remaining food in my pantry, I decided to get some fresh fruits from the market.
As I was strolling down the alley, I saw someone posted these messages again.
It read: "While our heroes fight dragons in distant lands, our homes are under attack. When will the crown's protection return?"
I tore it and throw it angrily in a trashcan nearby.
Who even wrote this kind of bullshit?
My anger wavered as a black kitten was sneaking along my feet and trying to catch my shoelaces.
I stopped, because I didn't want to accidentally step on it.
The kitten was now playing with one string in its claws and teeth. It's white, fluffy tummy almost begged me to scratch it.
I crouched down and it curiously looked at me. I guess my tie was not kitten-proofed, it already had it undone.
The orange ribbon around it's neck told me it was someone's pet, so I thought it would be safe to try and pet it.
And I was right, it didn't even try to nibble on my gloves.
At least those should be kitten-proof, I snickered.
"Lunaria", nearby a child called out.
The kitten answered with a meow.
I heard small shoes running on the cobblestone pavement and a girl ran around the corner.
"There you are!"
"I hope my kitten wasn't pestering you, Sir."
"Not at all, we made friends and she even told me, that I had bound my right shoelace wrongly. Without her telling me, I could have tripped. So thank you, Lunaria!"
The child giggled and beamed at me.
"That's great!"
I picked the kitten up and put it in the girl's arms.
"Thank you Sir, have a good day!"
"Thank you and thank you again Lunaria. Nice to make your acquaintance."