A/N: Ah, what better way to get a powerful warrior to appear weird... than to make them lost constantly. I took it from a Japanese comic book, actually, though the comic itself is not well-known at all. In fact, I don't know how it managed to get four volumes out. It isn't bad, rather it is very funny, but it doesn't stand out at all so... yeah, how?


Skyrim Adventures

Chapter 9

Pointing the wrong way

Dragging herself into town, she wiped her brow and looked for any signs of a blacksmith. It wasn't long before her ears picked up the faint sounds of metal being hammered away. She looked down at her worn out weapon and wondered why didn't she think about getting a better blade sooner? If she knew that she would run into some trolls along the way, she might have packed more weapons to bring along. But then again, just how many weapons can she bring? Never mind about that, what she needed now was a blacksmith to fix her sword.

It was broken in two when she tried to strike a wolf down but she missed, ending up hitting a large stone. Just how unlucky could she get? In the heat of battle, she would really lose sense of her surroundings. Then again, she never had a sense of her surroundings in the first place. She finally reached the blacksmith but noticed it was rather crowded. Was it really popular to get this many customers? She dragged herself closer.

"Pardon me? Is the blacksmith available?"

She asked, making the people at the shop turn. The people, however, were something she did not expect. The following is the list of reactions from the various people present

"Ah."

"Ah."

"Ah."

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

"This is really good metal."

"YOU!"

She dropped all of her belongings and drew out her second sword.

"You guys! You will pay for what you have done!"

The people all looked to one another with slight confusion before the large Nord man at the entrance turned back to her.

"Look, you got lost yourself, Akbiran. Besides, it's not like we asked you to join us in the first place."

He said, making her even more infuriated.

"But you did not have to abandon me!"

"We did not 'abandon' you. You took a left turn when we clearly took a right."

The small sized girl with the large grimoire said, putting down her quill.

"I don't even understand how you can get those two mixed up in the first place. You were right behind us the entire time and the next moment you disappeared."

"You could have searched for me!"

"We did."

The dark elf of the group spoke up, taking a bite out from an apple.

"We searched the entire road for at least three hours but you simply disappeared. Even our little tracker of a ranger here could not find a trace of you."

The dark elf pointed to a peculiar elf who was sitting at the back of the hut, shaping arrows with her little knife.

"It's like you suddenly disappeared into thin air, or maybe you were teleported?"

"Nobody can teleport without the help of large runes or incredibly powerful magick."

The little girl pointed out.

"Then how can she disappear on us like that? Daedric?"

"No... just... your natural born ability to get lost, Akbiran, that's all."

The little girl said with such a straight face that it wasn't laughable. She knew herself well. She was not the best when it came to directions. She did not know the difference between a map and a shopping list for the grocer. If anything, it was a miracle she could even make it to town but she was adamant about her quest. And that quest was to defeat this group of people who had gathered in this hut at the moment. Maybe not the blacksmith. She doesn't know him anyway.

"That's besides the point! I will defeat all of you!"

She restated her mission, making all of the people in the hut sigh.

"In that condition? You better rest for the night first."

The large Nord man said.

"I don't need your pity! And besides, how can I know you won't disappear in the morning? !"

"I think the only thing you need to worry is if you can find your way to the inn in the first place."

The small girl muttered sarcastically.

"But anyway, we won't be leaving here until Orgranar finishes our weapons and armour. It may take till the next day to complete them all."

"Or it may take just a second."

The Orc blacksmith said as he took a piece of metal and placed it into the water, cooling it down and taking out a single ebony blade.

"... It really took one second."

The dark elf muttered.

"Anyway, you came all this way for something, am I right?"

The blacksmith turned to her. She blanked out for a second before she remembered what she wanted.

"A-ah yes! I came to request that you repair my sword weapons!"

She said, pulling out a whole bag of broken metal swords and armour. The moment the group saw the state of her weapons, they all stared at her with eyes of pity.

"... Akbiran... how did you manage to break all of your weapons?"

The Nord asked.

"I-it couldn't be helped! They just broke, alright? !"

"Weapons don't 'just' break, Akbiran. In fact, I've never heard of weapons breaking before. Well, not in this World anyway."

The small girl pointed out.

"What do you mean 'not in this World'?"

"Don't try to think too much about it. Your brain would probably melt itself trying to comprehend its meaning."

She told the dark elf when he asked.

"But there are some broken weapons. Wasn't there a dagger or some sorts that was broken into different pieces?"

The large Nord pointed out.

"Those were broken on purpose, not accidentally, and had some meaning to it... like I said, it's pointless to try to think too much into it."

The little girl sighed, shaking her head.

"Anyway, back to you, Akbiran, the whole point of you following us is so that you can challenge us whenever you like... but before even thinking you can follow us, do you even have the ability to stand up to us?"

The girl asked the most important question. By now, she could sense the eyes of every one of the group members. They were strong, very strong. Each of them standing at the pinnacle of their skills, the height of their respective lives, the masters of their crafts. They were leaders in their own rights, amassing respect, command and power to control powerful factions in Skyrim. Their gazes suddenly felt too heavy to bear. She swallowed hard. She had trained hard to fight people like them. She may have lost constantly in the past, but she had decided to follow them, learn how they fought and train herself to stand on equal ground to them. Certainly she had gotten lost every single time and was separated from them, but in getting lost she would fight against near impossible odds to better herself and by some luck, she would always meet them once more in some town or city somewhere. She knew it was her destiny to fight these people, and so she will fight.

"... I will... sooner or later."

Was her reply. The little girl kept her gaze before sighing.

"Well, that 'sooner or later' better be 'sooner'."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"... Nothing."

The girl waved it off, getting up to her feet and keeping her grimoire.

"Better get some rest, Akbiran. When tomorrow comes, we will be leaving this town for Winterhold."


Upon the break of dawn, the group assembled outside of the inn, though it became apparent that someone was missing. Again.

"Again?"

The dark elf raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I've checked her room already. It seems she had left quite some time ago."

The large Nord replied.

"This is beyond the level of 'getting lost'. Are you sure she isn't simply 'teleporting' somewhere?"

"I'm sure."

The little girl sighed.

"So what was the point of getting her to follow us in the first place?"

"She is like a weapons expert, having trained and seen many types of weapons in Tamriel She did save your hide twice before, if you remember."

The dark elf had nothing to say in response to that.

"... It seems she left this."

The foreign elf took out a small bag. The small girl took the bag and looked inside, her eyes widening the moment she saw its contents.

"This is... Hmm, that girl has other uses as well. These will definitely help us when we're up against the World Eater."


She stepped out of the small cave in the mountains and looked around. The large valley down below was quite some distance and the giants and their mammoth herd looked small from this distance. The distant town of Whiterun stood out at one corner. Perhaps she should head there to gather supplies. But the more important question to her at this moment was-

"... How in Oblivion's name did I get here?"