Cycle Broken

A/N: Hello again, sorry for the exceptionally long update but many self-problems got in the way. I have also been PM-ed CONSTANTLY about how my style of writing is centred and to convert it. And so to please the masses, I have changed it.

Thank you loyal subscribers as well for also PM-ing me to get off my backside and I say thank you.

Anyways, let's continue.

Where was I? oh yes…

I disclaim everything from henceforth to belong to the corresponding producer Bethesda.

Chapter…6?

Life went on as normal. Shara had to be escorted for a while to everywhere she went. The capture of Halgrind wavered the Whiterun soldiers. Corruption was everywhere. People couldn't… or more rightly will not see it for their own eyes… They just knew it was there.

Back at the small cottage of Breezehome, the redheaded Nord Shara and her Housecarl Lydia were tucking into dinner like usual. Shara had whipped up a quick homemade pie and some freshly baked bread and was sipping down some Alto Wine. No conversation. Just the sounds of munching and slurping. The tension was high at the sudden realisation that Halgrind had been… to put it heavenly, an asshole.

Now, Shara had the option, as was Skyrim's policy, that the victim should decide the fate of the culprit. If the victim were not there, however, the Jarl will decide. But as Shara thinks deeply into the matter, the less she heard of the real world. She also had the burden of her dreams on her which seemed… even more odd than the dream itself.

After finishing her dinner, Shara and Lydia proceeded out. Shara no longer clad In her Dwarven attire but more in the usual clothes she would have worn. A necklace still adorned the Nord unseen to this time. It had a pearl mirrored on either side with an amethyst similar, a Ruby, Sapphire and medium sized diamond in the centre. It glowed with an ominous light which seemed otherworldly to passers-by… if they noticed it.

She wore a nice tailored dress fitted to her by a close friend which fitted her perfectly. Colours of many types mixed and formed to make a spectacle never seen before. It fitted her well, it showed how others thought of her. Ever changing. Walking down the Whiterun 'Bazaar' as some called it, Shara got flanked by none other than the famous huntress herself. Aela.

"Have you come to a decision, Dragonborn?" she smoothly asked. Snapping out of her daze, Shara cocked her head. "Sorry? What did you say?" she replied. "I said, have you come to a decision?" Shara cocked her head even more "On what?" Aela looked at her in surprise. "You know… What to do with the corrupted traitor." Recoiling slightly Shara confirmed, slightly feeling out of place. "Oh… that… yes, I have" Aela then grabbed Shara's hand and told her to follow. Taking a slow walk up to the Jarls palace of Dragonsreach, She was greeted by a small crowd around the white tree which she hadn't discovered what it was called. Finally making it past the crowd, Shara walked up the flights of steps to the palace. Entering, the Jarl Balgruuf greeted her. "Welcome, Dragonborn, have you come to a decision?" he said with an accent many Nords carried. Giving a nod in reply, Balgruuf barked to her Housecarl to bring Halgrind in heavy shackles.

Hours passed in the cold, northern sun as Halgrind stepped down from Dragonsreach jail and brought before the Talos statue. The brown haired man looked worse for wear and a bit mad but never better. He received many boos and hisses and the occasional rotten fruit "Now, to decide the fate of the traitor Halgrind, The Dragonborn has decided to…" the Jarls Housecarl started. Shara stepped forward and stood next to the Jarl.

Shara noticed a headsman with the oversized axe flanked by a priest and a guard with a key. Possibly meaning no head, rehabilitation or life sentence in jail. Shara then proceeded to gaze at the crowd noticing Lydia, her Housecarl almost in tears. It must be hard for her to see her brother like this and yet to see his fate come down to one word. It was either death or pain for Halgrind. Death or pain… Death or pain. Shara weighed her choices before coming to a decision no one has heard at a conviction.

"I choose…" The tension grew as Shara heard the crowd go silent. "Exile" in a firm but forceful voice murmurs grew from the crowd and Shara looked at Lydia, her tears rolling down her face, her expression that of shock and disbelief. The Jarl looked at her and questioned her "What?" Shara repeated louder and clearer. "I Choose… Exile!" Lydia had a more potent smile that was a cross between happiness and deviousity ( is that a word?)

The headsman gave a little grunt as he turned along with the priest and guard. "You heard her then! Unshackle me and through me into the gutter… FOR I SHALL BE EXILED! I like that… sort of like a saying I heard from a traveller with a beard who carried a staff and kept on saying he arrives exactly when he means to" came the sentence from Halgrind The Housecarl got over her stunned face and proceeded to push the scum up and away and out the door of Whiterun.

Pushing him onto the firm earth, The Jarl barked "Halgrind, I sentence you to exile from Whiterun and her Hold, if you are found anywhere near or in Whiterun and the hold she resides, you shall be met with extreme violence!" Halgrind gave a small chuckle and muttered to himself " I like this… the drama… it escalates, how will he react now? Find out after the break"

Watching him get up and go was painful for Lydia who now stood by Shara's side. Lydia placed her head on Shara's shoulder and whispered to the Dragonborn "Thank you"

A/N: How'd you like that? I know I spoiled it last chapter but I was high on life and hyper on coke (COCA COLA… don't get any ideas) but still… peace out