Cearbhail:
Hi, people. Things are finally going to start showing some progress. I shall tell thee the future. "Darkness rises when blindness falls." It's a pun. Cecilie lives in a dark world because she can't see...and the moment when she can see, her world will only become darker. Comedy for now, and the comedy should pretty much remain as with most of my stories... exclusion with Shoutmen... oh and speaking of which. I have an announcement for Friday.
Oh...and enjoy =^.^=
[Cecilie, age 6] 4e212, 21st Sun's Dusk
Dear journal,
Wow, five weeks sure do pass by fast, doesn't it? What to say? Well, how about what I've forgotten to write. It's been five weeks since I started my Blades training with Ruby and Maleek. The two of them were still too young to undergo the full training, or to take the oath that binds them to the service of the Blades, and I only did this because Asger told me to. Speaking of which, I'd assume he's dead if it were not for the daily letters from Brelyna telling us of their quests. I still don't know why he left me here with Maleek and Ruby to go traveling with that mage. Not that I hate her (the whole hour I spent with her was more than enough for me to say she's ok).
Oh, but I wish I could show Asger just how stronger I've become. I am a master swordsman, and even though my first fight with a dragon was very disappointing and showing me just how weak I really was, I think I am able to fight three dragons and not only hold my ground but win. I learned how to break my limiters that allow me to become lightning fast and Mjoll strong. Give me the moon and I'll blow it up with my middle finger. Give me a hair and I'll cut it length-wise. Yeah, I'm Badass Lydia now. Let's see someone mess this up for me.
Oh, and since Ruby and Maleek are still too young to full develop their talents, Ruby was only able to become faster, although she is faster than me. And Maleek has become stronger, and once again, stronger than me. He's also got a pretty good handle on weapons too. Although he's still too clumsy to be of actual assistance. (Sigh) I sure hope Asger returns soon. I'm starting to miss that oaf. At least whenever he comes back, I can leave this stupid temple. Hmm…would I rather live in this temple with Esbern and Delphine or go adventuring with that bardic idiot? Wow…that's a hard one.
Lydia Battle-Born.
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The past four or five days have gone by in a haze. Random dreams and visions of my mommy at night are pretty much the only thing that brings me solace to this eternal dark world I've brought myself into. My father still ignores my presence, and I'm still not hanging around the castle. The Crimson Blades won't let me leave the safety of Adularia Hall for any reason. And they won't leave me alone either. If I need to go to the bathroom, I have to call either Babette or Veselle to come and escort me to the toilet. They close the door behind them, but it's hard to tell if they're still in the bathroom or not. Eating my food is always disastrous. I tried to feed myself once and I ended up poking myself in the nose with a banana. And then again in my eye…my ear…my neck. So many places I had to hit my face until I found out where my mouth was in retrospect to whatever was in my hand. I still have problems with spoons. Something about keeping them flat is beyond me. And don't get me starting on slurping a bowl, or drinking from a glass.
So, after having a peaceful dream of watching my mommy training as a Blade, I noticed I was awake when the bright vivid image faded away and replaced with eternal dark. My nice soft blanket and bed told me I was at least in my room. I won't lie about this. I seem to have become a sleep-walker. I don't really know how on Nirn I get out of bed and stroll around the Hall blind as heck, but I seem to do it. I woke up outside making a snowman. I could tell because I was slightly cold and I was holding a giant ball of snow. Don't forget, I'm a Nord, even if I'm six years-old. I could go freeze my body in a block of ice and I still wouldn't die of hypothermia or get Frostbite. Seriously, I don't get Frostbite. The spell or the book. The spell is supposed to be a Frost spell, but…why does it burn? And the book. Who would go out with a werewolf over a vampire? At least the vampire would be faithful…I think. I don't know, I'm six!
And for some reason, as I woke up this morning, I really, really had to pee. So, instead of calling for Veselle or someone, I pulled the covers of my bed away and tried to jump out of bed. I missed the edge of the bed by a couple feet really and fell right out of bed. There was this…I'm going to call it a feeling…and I suddenly turned, sticking my hands out to catch me. When I hit the floor, I had caught myself with just enough time to keep myself from breaking my nose on the stone floor. I still really had to go pee so I stood up and ran for the door. I had no idea if what I was doing was accurate. I could just as easily as slam my face in a wall, but my need to pee was greater than my ability to think.
I charged for where I thought the doorway was. I paused at the last second, shifting my shoulder away as I swung my leg through the doorway. I thought for certain that if I hadn't, I would have run halfway into my door. I stumbled for a second when I tried to correct my skip and I felt myself fall backwards right into the edge of the doorway…right where I thought it was. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the doorway behind me. I paused for a second as I turned to run my hand across the Ayleid door frame. How did I know it was right there? I couldn't explain it, so I stopped when my bladder reminded me of why I was running. The calm breeze of the hallway embraced me and I had to think about where the bathroom was. I got mad and frustrated at trying to figure it out so I screamed out, "I really need to pee!"
I didn't hear anything for the few agonizing seconds I stood in my doorway, my tiny pathetic bladder screaming to me to relieve it of the building pressure. Oh screw it. I took off down the hallway, running my hand across the wall, telling me how many doorways I was running past. As I rounded the third one, my feet stopped running and my body turned towards the room. I don't know how I knew it; I think it was the smell of defecation that drew me in. I ran into the bathroom, grabbing the door handle, slamming it shut behind me. Next thing I knew I was running up to the toilet and throwing myself on top of it. I sighed a relief as I evacuated my bowels. Oh yeah, I really had to poop too. I had too much of Ruby's famous curry last night.
After an hour of painful torture, I had another problem that is a major milestone for me: wiping my butt clean. How am I supposed to tell when the toilet paper has no more streaks on it? Normally, I just sniff it. This time though…it was just a feeling. I was done. I still sniffed the paper to know for sure. It smelled mostly clean. I just realized how disgusting my life has become. I have to smell my butt paper to see if I need to grab a new one to wipe my butt with.
Once I was done, I managed to drag myself back to my room. I walked right through my doorway, actually bracing against it for a second while I stood there in my doorway. I was tempted to climb back into my room and sleep again, so that I could dream of mommy or something. But since I'd already emptied my body of the previous day's food, I was suddenly ready to fill it back up. Yeah…I was hungry. And since I've already had a major victory in finding the bathroom by myself, imagine how awesome it would be if I could make my own sandwich. Or even cereal. I just hope I didn't pour dog food like I did two days ago.
I turned around and started walking for the kitchen. Still had no idea where the heck I was but since I managed to find the bathroom with relative ease, I'm guessing finding a kitchen was more or less just as easy. Since Seth made most of the food, the kitchen smelled just like the bathroom. Ha.
I stumbled around in the hallway, reaching out with my hand to the wall when my balance shifted. I tried my best to just walk around by myself without the need of the wall, and for the most part, I had a pretty good time of it. There was this one instance where as I was walking through the doorway, my Cecilie sense was tingling. I ducked my head, bringing my hand up to feel where I was. I was surprised to find out that I almost walked right into a low board of wood just sitting out in the middle of nowhere, being supported by a bunch of cinderblocks. Why it was out here was beyond me. Who would put wood out in the middle of a hallway?
"Hey, Brelyna, want to see me break a board of wood in half with my martial arts?" I heard Veselle call from down the hall. Oh…well that answers that question.
"No thanks, I have legs to shave." I heard Brelyna reply from a closed door. "Veselle, do you smell that? Someone flooded our sewage system."
"Must have been Thomas." Veselle replied dryly.
I stood by the board of wood, waiting for Veselle to find me standing here waiting for her. And that's when a light bulb formed over my head. Why was I waiting here for her? I was supposed to be my own person. I'd already taken my own crap without repercussions, why not go all the way and make my own food? So, I stealthily ran through the hall, trying to keep myself out of everyone's sight. I was so excited to get my own food for once, even though I had no idea where I was going.
I kept sneaking until I felt myself nearly slam into something. I stopped at the last second, my senses telling me something was in front of me. I reached out with my hand, feeling a warm leg…two warm legs. Ok… I heard breathing, I felt warm legs. Oh…I was caught.
"Princess." I heard Veselle's very confused voice calling down at me. "Why are you up so late?"
"Late?" I asked. "Isn't it morning?"
"No…well sort of. It's three in the morning. Half of Skyrim is asleep right now. Like you should be."
"I'm hungry." I said defiantly, crossing my arms and pouting my face. "And I really had to pee."
"Had?" She echoed. "Past tense?"
I nodded. "Yes. Past tense."
"Oh gods…do I need to change you?" She sounded both worried and amused. That made me mad.
"I'm not a baby. I walked myself to the bathroom." I said smugly, looking up at her. At least, I thought I was looking up at her. It's really hard to tell.
She sighed. "Stay right here. I need to go check the rooms really quick." She ran down the hallway.
I turned to yell back at her. "Three rooms left of my room!" I screamed to her, and she I heard her stop running. I think she turned to face me, because I could feel her stare at me. I smiled as innocently as I could. "And I felt the toilet. And the toilet paper. And it smelled clean. The toilet paper, not the bathroom."
Veselle walked up to me, and I watched her as she reached down to pick me up. Don't ask me how I knew it, but there was this lighter shadow in the realm of dark that surrounded me. I could see a shape kind of like hers walk up to me, bend down, and wrap her arms around me. I was surprised when I felt her arms around me lift me up. I could see her head looking towards me, and I felt a smile growing on her face. "Let's just go see the bathroom for ourselves, shall we?"
We walked for a few minutes until she stopped. "Three rooms to the left of Cecilie's room. Ok…" She opened the door and said, "It's the bathroom. And…you forgot to flush."
I shrugged. "Oh well. That's at least one point in my favor." I smiled as I brought my arms up in victory. "I have successfully established a route to the bathroom…five days later."
"Yup, and not my bedroom this time. And not in my jar of honey either." Veselle replied happily. "I'm impressed, Princess. I didn't think you'd be so quick to figure something out."
"It was either that or pee my dress…and I will never let myself do that. And after what happened with that jar of honey, I will never eat honey ever again." I said to her.
"Yeah, it's not fun." She replied. "Ok, so do you want something to eat now?"
"Can I make it myself?" I asked her.
"How about we start with you feeding yourself without poking your eye out with fruit?"
I sighed. I had been able to find a toilet and take a crap. If I cannot successfully put a fork in my mouth on the first try, I was going to be very cross with myself. So, I continued to rest in Veselle's arms as she carried me through the hallway. And some things started forming. It was like there was this…I'm going to call it knowing. I knew what was in the hallway. I knew where the doorways were, I knew where some of the people were, and I knew what some of the people were doing with each other. I was going to have some questions for Veselle later about it. Ah heck with it. I'll ask her now.
"Hey, Veselle, why is Joric lying on top of Dorthe like that?" I looked up at her. Of course, I knew why. I've seen centuries of war, love, and just about everything in between. But hearing the instant discomfort in her voice was worth even mentioning.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Her suddenly high-pitched voice called out. "Wow, for a little blind girl, you sure do speculate on stuff you can't see." She said quickly while chuckling enough to call attention to what I wasn't really seeing. And she was right, I couldn't see anything. I guess I was just able to sense whatever it was they were doing. I had no idea what was going on, but it was starting to feel more…natural.
The late night dinner went by pretty quickly. My fork found its way to my mouth on the first try. I still couldn't really tell what was on my plate or how much, but I could tell where I needed to move my fork to. I managed to clean my plate pretty easily, but drinking was still difficult. I could pick up the glass on the first try, but I guess my new perception of the world does not include liquids. I tilted the glass to my face and found myself pouring milk up my nose.
I sighed as I placed my glass mug down, looking over to where I assumed where Veselle was. At least, that's where the lighter shadow that I've accustomed to belong to her stood. "Ok, I'm ready to go to bed." I said to her.
She stood there for a second before saying, "I want to see if you can find your own way to your bed."
I sighed as I pushed myself off my chair. My feet found the ground easily enough. Just yesterday, I stumbled when I tried the same maneuver, and I hit my head on the table. This time, I wobbled for a second before my weak legs allowed me to stand up. Not walking for myself this entire week made my legs weaker than I would have liked. That and I'm six. Even though my intelligence is probably better than the adults in this guild, I still had the physical problems of a tiny person with no developed muscles.
I stumbled out of the kitchen, Veselle traveling behind me. Her light shadow mirrored behind me, and even though I didn't turn to look at her, I could still see that shadow behind me, like I could see behind me or something. It was wild. I wish I knew what it meant, though. But there was this nagging feeling that this was only the beginning. I don't know why, but I suspected that my world was about to become a lot darker, even though my blindness would be lifted. That was a sudden thought. My vision returned to me but at the price that my world would become so much darker, darker than any blindness I could ever have.
I stumbled through the hallway before stopping and turning right. I had a feeling that I was back at my room. So, I stuck my hand out, pointing to the doorway. "This is my bedroom, right?"
"Why don't you go inside and find out?" She said with a hint of amusement.
I sighed audibly before walking into the room. I walked right up to my bed, grabbing on the edge and then pulled myself up on my bed. It felt soft and warm. Yup, definitely my bed. I turned to look up at Veselle. "Ok, I'm ready to be tucked in and told a story about your past."
Veselle only chuckled as she walked over, pulling my blanket over me, tucking in before she kissed me on the forehead. "I don't want to give you nightmares, Princess."
Nightmares. She was scared that whatever she would tell me would give me nightmares. If only she knew…if only anyone knew what I had seen, what I will see…and what will become of me when I wake up in just four hours. And yet…I already knew. I already knew that I didn't want to go to sleep.
Cearbhail:
You see, Cecilie has begun her journey of becoming one of my most hated characters ever designed. It's true: everyone hated her when I first presented her in the Chronicles of Lydia. My fault really. I should have started with this story since when I created her as a character, her initial role was nothing more than an odd occurrence with no real definable history. And then when everyone wanted her gone, and for Lydia to have sex with Asger, I decided that whole few chapters with Cecilie getting locked up for her head chopping and Lydia's angry sex (just because I wanted to do something random and I genuinely love messing with people). well, anyway, soon we might have a two year leap, but first I have to deal with her Sight development and Ruby too.
Oh...and because I said I had an announcement for Friday.
Coming Friday to a fan fiction site near you..
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[Bloodstain]
Fairy tales would have you believe that when a story ends, everyone lives in peace. The princess gets her prince and then the kingdom just rolls over to accept their new happy lives. Stories of war, oppression, enslavement just cease. Our story is just like their story. We fought to take our kingdom back. And we killed Fiirnar the Great. The Dominion pushed out of Solitude; pushed out of Skyrim. Their factories burnt to the ground, their inventions destroyed, their magicka taken away. You know what we did and you know how it ended. But that's the thing... stories don't end. They just begin a new chapter. And now...someone's tried to kill my wife, and pockets of resistance are forming across Skyrim. Discrimination against the elves is strong, dead bodies of Altmer in the streets, families killed and displayed in public masses, even open beatings of elves through Solitude.
My name is Bloodstain, and I'm a Shoutman. I live to protect those who need protected. And now, I have to do the one thing I never thought I'd have to do. I have to protect the citizens of Solitude against the Nordic invaders. I have to protect the elves that live here, elves that just want to get on with their lives. And I have to do it while keeping what remains of the Aldermeri Dominion away from my pregnant wife. And most importantly of all...I have to do it without the use of magicka, for I am silenced as is the rest of the world.
