Chapter 7
Frightful Awakenings
4E 194 Skyrim, 22nd of Frostfall
Arcatius jumped up from his bed roll. Danya was being pinned up to a tree with a dagger at her neck. A large Orc stood in front of her laughing at and enjoying her pain.
"ARCATIUS!" She shrieked.
"Oh look who finally got up to help you." The Orc said calmly. His skin was a dark olive green and yellow war paint ran down his face from the corners of his eyes.
Arcatius had always hated Orcs because of their apperance. They terrified him, but no Orc could terrify him as much as this one did. A giant scar ran across one of his bright blue eyes blinding it. His fur armor exposed his large muscles and what little armor he wore was stained red.
Arcatius went to draw his daggers but was stopped by strong arms -pulling his own arms behind him.
"Danya!" Arcatius shouted. He tried to break lose but the man holding him was much stronger than him.
The Orc sheathed his dagger and picked up Danya and threw her over his shoulder bringing her over to Arcatius.
"You want to tell me how you got this?" He held out the orcish bow that Arcatius had found the night before.
Arcatius said nothing, he just glared at the Orc who was now just inches from his face. The Orc's heavy breathing pounded on Arcatius's face.
The giant man laughed. "No one messes with me, especially an elf." He snarled at the boy.
Anger grew inside of Arcatius. There was nothing he hated more than being called an elf. Everyone that had called him an elf before had either tasted death or gotten a shakening intimidation. But this time Arcatius could do nothing but watch his fear laugh in his face.
The Orc stepped back from Arcatius and threw Danya to the ground. She let out a quiet scream as she hit the rock the Orc had thrown her at.
Danya lied on the ground watching the Orc walk away to search their bags. Her head pounded with pain and she could feel her heart beat in her veins. She struggled to get up but her leg was hurt too bad to put weight on it yet.
Arcatius tried shaking him self free but nothing seemed to be working. The man's hands gripped his arms tighter cutting off circulation.
"I'll just take all of your little treasures then my brother and I will take your lives." The Orc laughed as he went through Arcatius's bag.
Fear struck the Altmer as he realized he was being restrained by an Orc. He broke out into a sweat struggling to free himself.
Danya had picked up her Daedric dagger and was crawling over to the Orc. Arcatius kept the beast's brother distracted by trying to shake himself free.
Danya stood up behind the Orc twice her size and reached around him. Before he could realize what was going on, Danya had ripped his abdomen open. The Orc let out a deep long wail and fell to the ground. His body lied in a pool of blood shinning in the sunlight.
The Orc's brother had watched the whole thing. Anger filled his bones as he squoze Arcatius's arms, almost breaking them. The Orc released one of his arms and pulled out his dagger. Before letting go of Arcatius, the Orc drove his dagger into Arcatius's lower right abdomen.
Arcatius screamed falling to the ground. He moaned in pain as he placed his hands over the stab wound. Blood oozed between his fingers and covered the ground beneath him.
"ARCATIUS!" Danya shrieked watching the boy fall to the ground. She got up ignoring her pain and ran over to the Orc that stabbed Arcatius who was now kneeling over his dead brother's body.
Danya took her dagger with one hand impaling the cheek of the Orc. He grunted in pain but did nothing to stop the Dunmer.
"To Oblivion with both of you." She said under her breath.
"Malacath guide us." He mumbled before Danya slit his throat.
She ran over to her dying friend and placed her hands over his. "This is going to hurt. Please, bare the pain." Her eyebrows scrunched up together and her lips frowned. She poured a bottle of Ultimate Healing into Arcatius's deep wound.
Arcatius let out a loud cry and dug his fingers into the ground. His legs curled up close to his body making it near impossible for Danya to reach his wound.
"Arcatius, bare with me here. Be as still as possible." The Dunmer spoke in a calm comforting voice trying to hold back her fear of losing him.
Arcatius let his legs relax and prepared himself for more pain. Gold ribbons wrapped around Danya's hands as she charged a healing spell into her palms. She casted it on Arcatius's wound bringing him little relief. Arcatius felt more and more pain as the tissue at the bottom of the wound grew together. His teeth gritted together and his eyes squoze shut. Moans of agony escaped from his mouth.
Soon he became limp and everything went numb. His vision blurred and started fading into black. His breathing and heart rate slowed down and everything became fuzzy.
"Y'ffre save me." The words barely came from his mouth as he mumbled them softly.
His shaky hands meet those of Danya's. Tears ran down her aged face as she grabbed his hand.
"It's okay... Arcatius it's fine. You're safe. You're going to be fine." She whispered as she rubbed his cheeks.
Blood ran down the corners of his mouth. His hand dropped from hers and his chest stopped moving.
He was gone.
"No, no. No. Noo!" Danya bursted into tears.
She sobbed over his body before looking up at the town they had talked briefly about the night before.
In disbelief of his death, Danya picked up Arcatius's limp body and ran to the town. Despite her wounds from being thrown at the rock, she ran with great speed.
As she neared the town it became clear where she was. Riften.
Danya was sprinting as she saw the gates to the town. Her breathing was heavy and sweat poured down her face but she was determined.
She charged past the guards at the gate kicking the large wooden doors open.
Danya ran to the middle of the stone path and feel to her knees still holding Arvatius's limp body.
"Help! Someone please!" She cried out as loud as she could causing a bit of a disturbance. "I need a healer!" She cried louder drawing more attention to herself and the lifeless body she held.
She let out deep cried. People stared at the scene she was making, but no one helped her. Tears rolled down her face washing off dirt and blood.
"HELP!... Please..." She whispered.
