Part 4.
The smell of corpses filled the air again. Des'Terrae was shaking profusely from the cold winter winds and from being tossed into the side of a boulder. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Aela put her ear to Des' body and listened for a few seconds.
"She's still breathing, but barely. I don't think she has the energy to move."
"Take her back to Jorrvaskr and let her rest. She would be of no use in this state." Aela grabbed her arm and roped it around her shoulder. She gripped her hip and started to return to Jorrvaskr.
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"Arry'nne! Arry'nne!" Des'Terrae called out. She returned to Cheydinhal after several years of living in Skyrim. Arry'nne set her baskets down and gave Des a hug.
"By the Nines, it's been so long! Des'Terrae, how are you?" She asked.
"Excellent! Whilst I was away, I met someone. He is as sweet as Jazbay Crostata and extremely smart. We were to be visiting a Temple of Mara, but I insisted that we waited until we returned home." Des said.
"Is he the muscular fellow over there?"Arry'nne notioned over to the young man.
"Yes. His name is… V-? Vil… Ven... Vilk…?" His name was just out of reach. She knows that she has seen him before, but she just can't remember his name...
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Des'Terrae bolted out of her bed and panted heavily. Her body ached, crying out in pain. Was it just a dream? She thought to herself. She ran her fingers along her throat and felt the jagged bite marks that riddled her neck and shoulders. She ran her hand under the robes that covered her and pushed them off. Bloody bandages covered her breasts, midsection, hips and legs. Des lied back down and groaned.
"You are one of the most stubborn elves I've met, whelp." Farkas said from the other side of the room. Des propped herself up as best as she could to hear him.
"You really did give us a scare, whelp. We thought you were gonna pass on since you were losing so much blood." Farkas added, "It's best that you stay in bed until you're well enough to walk." Des nodded and grabbed a fruit off of the plate on the end table. Farkas left the room and went upstairs. Des rolled onto her side again and continued to eat as much as she could stomach.
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"How is she, Farkas?" Vilkas asked.
"She's awake, but she has to stay in bed. Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious." He stated.
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Des sat up again, and tried to stand up. Her legs wobbled, but she regained her balance within no time. She discarded her ragged robes for a freshly cleaned dress. After changing, she mustered up her energy and tried to join the others upstairs. Easy now… Tease it, tease it… there we go. She thought as she slowly ascended the stairs. She was quite impressed with herself, and how much better she felt now that most of her wounds were healed. Jorrvaskr was bustling with energy and joy. Everyone was laughing, singing, dancing or eating. It was an energy that made her feel lively and rejuvenated. She felt as if she was home in Lillandril.
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Whew! Sorry it's so short, but I've been pretty busy. I dropped some foreshadowing on you guys, so you might want to try to figure that out. It's vital to the story later on.
Plus, I also made a reference to Achievement Hunter. Guess what that reference is.