This is a random chapter, it will probably end up really short or something…I don't know I'm tired, it 11pm and I just almost used 'L's instead of two ones for eleven. So shut up. Oh, and those who want to know who came up with the Scar-Or-Story game in the first place it was MadameHyde now go pester her about writing! Go my minions HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*cough hack etc*
Maeoni ran towards their parents small cabin in the woods on his back was an old sword of his father's. Maelasi was behind him, her face red with anger; she was shouting such profanities at him a drunken nord would stop dead when hearing them. But that was normal for his sister, all bark and no bite, she wouldn't hurt a fly.
"Maeoni!" she shouted at him, she was panting heavily, and he laughed and pumped his legs faster. He reached the house when he heard a scream, he turned around and as he turned around there was a tugging sensation. It almost knocked him off his feet, and then he saw what she was seeing. He started to run.
"Maelasi, Maelasi I'm coming!" he shouted, running faster he lifted their father's sword off his back. Running past ash covered trees and bushes he finally reached his sister. She was surrounded by burnt spriggans, he did the one thing he swore to their father he would never do. He threw the sword; it cut threw the air landing deep in one of the creatures head. They creatures turned their attention to him, he, in turned, faced them down until the very end…
Nine years later, Vivec, 1pm, the docks.
Maelasi sighed, her feet dangling an inch above the water. "Stupid Nerevarine, stupid honour stupid everything." She muttered, tossing a rock into the water. The ripped distorted her reflection and she closed her eyes as a bit of ash landed on the water. Standing up angrily stupid Maeoni for dying stupid stupid! I wish that I had never gone into those stupid woods! How was I supposed to know that there were spriggans nearby? She walked off wrapping her arms around herself, glaring at anyone who dared go near her. She eventually sat down on the ground somewhere quiet.
"You know it probably isn't the best time of year to hang around outside." A Dunmer male had suddenly appeared beside her, his hair was white and yet he looked about fifty young for their kind. She glared at him,
"Why on Nirn would you care?" she asked angrily. The man sighed softly, and passed a letter over to her.
"Open it when you get home, young one." He walked off; she turned the letter over and the wax seal, and it's mark looked suspiciously like the Moon-and-Star.
Ten years later, Riften, 1am, the Ragged Flagon.
Maelasi rolled her eyes as Vex nudged the helm towards her, opening the piece of paper she read it out; "the first thing you have ever set on fire'… do you all really think I'm that bad of a Pyromaniac? I'm not that bad! Who the hell writes these things?" she asked sure she set fire to the Cisterna and Flagon a few million times but still…
"It's all a part of the game, lass." Brynjolf said well naturedly, I snorted and tried to think back.
"Well, the very first thing I set on fire was my own crib…while I was still inside it too, scared my parents half to death, I also nearly burned down the house but that wasn't so problematic." She said.
Present day, Riften, 12am, Honeyside.
I was walking through the market place of Riften when, I heard a commotion down near the ratway entrance. I ran down the wooden stairs, which by they could use with some replacing they are quite rotten. What I saw I guess would not be normal in the thieves' guild, for I saw two guild members fighting each other; one seemed to have a crazed look in his eye the other seemed to be more on the defensive side.
Needless to say I jumped into the fray; unsheathing my dagger jumping from my spot on the stairs I stabbed the crazed member through the eyes. He then proceeded to bleed to death, because the author is too lazy to write an epic fight scene.
She turned to the other guild member who was leaning against the wall next to the ratway's entrance. Wordlessly she put one of his arms over her shoulder, and half dragged half carried him to Honeyside.
She kicked open the door to Honeyside, and put the thief down on a chair. This was when he blacked out from blood loss. She sacrificed her last, clean, white shirt to make bandages for the thief. Quietly she mourned that last clean shirt, but got over it pretty quick. Somehow thickening a healing potion with a deer's eye, she placed the strips onto the thief's back. She sat down next to him and fell asleep
An hour later she woke up, to still find the thief there. She arched her back and stretched her arms, when she stood up she reconsidered her choice of resting place, for she hurt just about everywhere. She glanced at the thief before walking over to her lute, and began to play it.
"C'era una volta un uomo
Con gli occhi verso la luna
E si chiedeva:
"Verra presto l'amore?"
E che altro esiste
In un cuore gelato?
Tranne il pensiero
Di un assassinio molto silenzioso" she sang softly, plucking a few chords on the lute
"Once upon a time there was a man
With his eyes towards the moon
And he wonder to himself:
"Will love come soon?"
And does something else exist
in a frozen heart?
Except the thought of a
Very silent murder" she stopped playing the lute when a very old thought entered her mind, wasn't this the very song one of my ancestors apparently played for a god? Eh, who cares I need sweet rolls.
Okay I'm going to upload the chapter here, another body may appear soon. And it may even be our protagonist herself. Marcurio makes a massive mistake and I need sweet rolls so go get me some.
