Hello everyone! This chapter is named after the daedric prince of wishes: Clavicus Vile.

Clavicus Vile was chosen by voter jeandark-whose reviews I have not seen for awhile...

Shoutouts:

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Chapter 10: Clavicus Vile

Nasilda looked at the sky, deciding that the sun was too low for Vilkas to be awake and at her heels she slipped outside and closed the door behind her.

Whiterun was peaceful in the early hours of the morning, the sun still drowsy giving the entire town a warm orange glow and the sky was the color of a freshly cooked sweet roll.

The Guards were barely standing straight; the strange warmth of the day was making their eyes heavy and their armor caused them to break into a light sweat as their sleepy eyes guarded Whiterun.

They barely saw Nasilda slip out.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure where she'd go, she only wanted to spend a day alone, without being tortured under Vilkas's annoying presence or to be weighed down with guilt by his twin's.

She wore her light leather armor but she wasn't planning to battle, however, even though she was a member of the Companions for a long time, she felt unwelcome in their halls, she felt like she didn't belong there. Familiar faces tried to sting her mind back into a jog towards memory lane but all she could ever recall was flashes.

She wondered how she ended up in Helgen, and she thought that perhaps, her wish was not to relieve herself from Vilkas's presence for the day, but perhaps to remember a small detail about how she got to Helgen, or even somebody who might help her remember her past completely.

She knew that the Greybeards would probably have an answer, they had an answer to everything, but for now there was a certain item to be fetched from a dungeon before she could return to their temple and go about asking questions.

Her brow furrowed as she headed over to the stables, diving deep into her pockets she pulled out an amount of gold and handed it to the stable-hand who pointed her to a silver mare.

Saddled quickly, she mounted her steed and began to walk along the roads.

As she neared Windhelm, she noted that the wind began to freeze with the land; snow decorated the ground like glazing on a cake as her horse shivered; only a few hours into her journey, she knew that Windhelm was not far but in the icy weather, a meter felt like miles.

She left her steed in capable hands as she entered the white city and when she opened the heavy stone gates she was overwhelmed with the eerie feeling of depression.

An old woman sat on the ground, her eyes lit up when Nasilda neared her, her withered, frost-bitten hands held out hopefully as if in prayer.

"Here" Nasilda sighed, tossing a few shiny pieces into the beggar's hands, "You'll need this more than I will."

"Talos thanks you!" The woman replied with a chesty cough as she held the gold for a moment, as if it was precious.

There were a group of men by an inn as Nasilda furthered through the cold city, she heard chuckles of laughter and the sound of a woman in tears.

A pair of dark elves kneeling in the center of a circle of Nords, the gray skinned man held a woman close to him as she cried, but her tears were inaudible among the sounds of sneering laughter.

"Gonna cry now? Why don't you just cry on home?" One man chuckled as he threw a bottle of mead over the crowd watched it shatter at the feet of the mer couple.

The woman jumped in fright, holding her lover closer in fear, he stroked her cheek, her tears falling through her fingers, and "It's alright… Uresa… they'll leave us alone soon…"

She sobbed into his shoulder as he spoke "Fendal…"

"Shut up!" A man snapped, giving the dunmer a kick in the spine.

"Blue Devils!"

"Get out of our home!"

"Go back to where you came from!"

Nasilda felt pity wash through her entire being as she saw the couple, "HEY!" She called out; her small voice hardly caught any attention so she called out again.

"What do you want?" A Nord spat in her direction, "filthy half-bred bitch!"

Nasilda tightened her fists, "What gave you the impression that it's alright to talk to me like that?"

"Oh… perhaps it has something to do with the fact that you are not my mother!"

He spat at her toes and she drew her sword, "Try that again."

"Why are you standing up for the filthy elves?" Another man cried out, "They don't belong here!"

"Skyrim belongs to the Nords!"

And Nasilda was then angry; she threw a punch at the closest man and smiled when he fell to the snow with a mouth full of red saliva. The elves bolted when the action started, kicking snow under their heels.

The men turned to her and lunged, the mob knocked her to the ground and she cried out when their fists found her weaker points.

"Don't you know it's rude to hit a woman?" A thickly accented voice sneered.

The fighting stopped immediately as men got to their feet. "Sorry, my Jarl, it won't happen again."

"Go find something else to preoccupy yourselves," The man said with his arms twisted into an angry knot against his chest.

The Nords left in a hurry as the Jarl of W Windhelm held his arm out to help Nasilda off the ground.

"You look familiar… have we met?" He smiled, his eyes burned into hers.

He looked so familiar… when she tried to think all she could remember was flames and a burning fear in her belly.

"What is your name?" She asked once she shook the useless thoughts from her mind.

He chuckled, "My name is Ulfric Stormcloak, perhaps you've heard of me."

And then when she looked at his face again, she saw the cloth he once wore around his mouth, allowing him silence. She saw the ropes that dug into his wrists that the Imperials gifted him.

"You… were at Helgen…" She choked in surprise.

And his eyes changed then, softening in shock and understanding, "You…" He then placed his hand on her shoulder. "We must talk now."

And as she walked she couldn't help but feel certain inklings in the back of her mind, as if a lock had clicked into place, the beginning of a wish being granted.

I hope you liked this chapter, if you're stuck waiting for an update, feel free to check out my other stories 'The song I sing' and 'Don't pretend'

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