Begining notes: Chapter 4, Please enjoy. Please thank my Beta KissxTemptationx for beating my work into it's good form.
Oh my head… where am I? OW!! Okay sitting up is not the best idea. I opened my eyes wearily and stared up at the...marble ceiling. Turning on my side I felt like screaming, but curiosity got the better of me making me wonder where I am. I only noticed I was on a table in a very small room.
"Oh my..." I screamed when I felt a burning pain sear through my veins. Looking down, I saw that I had a continuous healing spell moving over my body. I must be in a chapel.
Mylina might have brought me here when I passed out.
"How are you feeling?" I held up my hand, wreathed in a blaze. A hooded cloak leaned against the door.
"Name yourself now." I nearly roared.
"Don't tell me you don't remember.." I lowered my hand and felt tears prick at my eyes. Oh goodness, Nirvane don't cry. I'm feel I'll have to have my tear ducts surgically removed later.
"Lucien." My voice was weak but full of hopefulness. How I'd love to see him again.
"In the flesh." He came up and hugged me gently, trying to avoid the spell or the wound itself, which was quickly albeit painfully healing.
"How I've missed you! Do you know where we are?" I tried to stand but he insistently picked me up courteously and rearranged me on the bed. Only for me to try again with the same results.
I'll get up when you aren't looking. Nirvane are stubborn and crafty.
"Stop it." His voice has matured; all of him has matured. He's not the little kid that barely came up to my hip with the squeaky voice. This was a full grown man, with a man's voice and warrior's body. Good for him that he made something of himself.
"I'm sorry." I laughed, my voice slightly venomous. I've nearly been raped today. I don't need more stress.
"Where are we?" I asked again.
"The Temple of the One. I wish that spell would finish already, I don't like it here." He looked around the room thoughtfully. I pulled his hood back so I could get a good look at his face. He was...beautiful. Kind of lanky... like he hasn't eaten in a few days but still well filled out. He still has those chocolate eyes.
"You and me both." I answered him after a moment. I suddenly realized I was in very little clothing. I was dressed in a seemingly too short of a white robe. "Oh deary." I brought my legs up to my chest and again wanted to scream, but a show isn't free.
At least not for this mer.
"Anyway, I'm here on business. I have come to offer you an invitation." His voice was silky smooth and I saw right through it for what it was. I am Nirvane after all.
"Lucien, cut to the chase." I wondered idly what he would want, who was inviting me. It better be later than a week away; I've nothing to wear and I dread the mention of wearing something twice.
"The Dark Brotherhood wants you in the family my dear." Stop that seductive voice boy, it's starting to work you handsome devil.
"Why?" I had to control the small outburst from resulting in fire being thrown around. Why would they want me? I'm not that type of girl. I don't kill...do I?
"Yes, you do Loriena. You killed that Dunmer boy." Is he reading my thoughts somehow?
"How did you know where to find me?" Change the subject, time to use Nirvane tactics to wiggle my way out of this. It'll be easy; he is only human after all.
"The Night Mother has granted me a special gift. I see a limited version of the future and I saw you killing the boy. I came to find you as quickly as possible, please, take this knife and go to the Inn of Ill Omen. Yes the one close to where we first met, and kill a man named Rufio. Until then I'll see you again." He gently hugged me again. I was slightly surprised and hugged back, closing my eyes, testing his resolve but suddenly it felt as if hugging air and I opened my eyes.
A dagger lay next to me and a small drag of smoke remaining from his teleportation spell.
Oh, maybe he's not as mundane as I thought, but in the future, I don't like the sound of that. People who meddle with the future usually end up hurt or dead. I picked up the ebony blade, very sharp and pointed to the touch. The black blade glittered in the luminescence of the mage lights in the room. My eyes trailed down the finely crafted blade to the guard, in barely readable letters written in Dunmeri read the words:For Loriena, A Nobody's hero. I smiled to myself at the term.
Nobody's hero, Lucien dear you shouldn't sell yourself short. I looked down at my wound; all that remained was a scar. Rising carefully I dressed in my other clothes, tying the knife to my thigh as I left the chapel.
Sure, I'll become a cold blooded killer, nothing else to do till that party this weekend.
Chapter finish, thanks for reading.