A Nord Fallen
Chapter Eleven
Sweet Blood
Comjul woke early the next morning and looked at his map with a groggy sigh.
He'd hit Beitild first. Then Ennodius, and finally Narfi.
He stretched languidly for a moment, before he pulled on his Thieves Guild armor over his Brotherhood armor. He walked towards the door, and it opened itself. He flinched back for a moment. "Odd." He muttered as he exited the sanctuary.
He then set out and headed for Riverwood. For a small town, it was filled with people. Why was this place so busy? He worked his way through the crowd. A large man strode towards him, so he side stepped out of the way. Something hit him. Hard. The impact moved his hood half from his face. He spun around, ready for anything.
Angry words died in his throat. The woman staring up at him in irritation was stunning. Her long, bright copper colored hair was pulled back, but a few strands had escaped to frame her face. Pale blue eyes, the color of the sky, were fixed on him in surprise. Was she an Aedra? She was unlike any woman he had ever seen.
A large man moved behind her, looking at him with narrowed eyes. It was time to go. He wanted to ask her who she was, but he couldn't risk being noticed more than he already had been.
He straightened his hood and tried to vanish into the crowd, on his way to Dawnstar.
The trip to Dawnstar was uneventful. He was only bothered by a few wolves and frostbite spiders.
The mine boss was, of course, working. He wandered the town, almost bored, until she finally started moving. He followed her. She entered a house and he kept walking so as not to alert the guards. Once out of sight, he took off the Thieves Guild armor and stashed it behind a bush.
He waited an hour or so before he turned and went back through the town. He snuck around her house, but only found one way in. He frowned and let out an irritated huff. He picked the lock without much trouble. She was in bed. He stood over her, wondering how to kill her. A simple sword to the neck? Or should he make it more complex? Did it matter? Dead was dead.
A thought came to him when he spotted a pile of leather strips sitting on her dresser. He tied leather strips together and tied it to her legs then to the bed and the same with her wrists as she snored away. He then he took a log from the fire and put it under then bed. He left silently, knowing everyone would think that her demise was an accident.
Once out of the house, he ran for the bush where he had stashed his Thieves Guild armor. He pulled it on quickly and looped around the mountain, to head for a main road.
As he went, he stumbled upon a shrine. It had a beautiful statue of a woman. He almost laughed when his tired mind projected the features of the girl from Riverwood onto the statue. "Dibella" was engraved on the strange thing in front of it. It was beautiful. He forced himself away. He had things to do.
"Now for Ennodius." He thought.
Once at the road, he glanced at his map and headed southeast. He decided to continue through the night, knowing he would be less likely to be noticed in the dark.
He pushed further east, trying to keep his mind from wandering.
Ennodius was by the river as Comjul came about. No one was around and Comjul smiled at his good fortune. He kicked the mans knee, sending him to his knees. Comjul put his own knee on the mans back and pushed his head into the water. The man struggled and flailed, but not for long. After he went limp, Comjul pushed him into the water, watching the river swallow its prize.
"Now for Narfi in Ivarstead."
The journey to Ivarstead was dull, and Comjul struggled to stay awake. The sun was just starting to set, so he settled into some bushes to hide until nightfall.
When night came, he rose from the bushes as quietly as he was able and headed into the destroyed house that he saw Narfi slip into.
He snuck over to where the begger lay, but to Comjuls surprise, Narfi was awake.
"Why hide you in bushes?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.
"Because Sithis calls." Comjul replied quietly.
"What? No no!" Narfi began, but Comjul had already drawn his sword and plunged it into Narfis chest. The begger went limp almost instantly.
Comjul turned southwest to go over the mountain. "Time to go home." Comjul thought with a sad smile.
The only interesting part of his journey to Helgen included sneaking after a pair of Vigilants of Stendarr. His stealth technique was getting better. They had no clue he was there. He did this all the way to Helgen but once there...
What had happened?! It had been destroyed! Now it was almost completely rebuilt. Who or what did this? He entered, gawking at it all. Whoever had done this must have been wealthy. A silver tongue would be required to get the spoiled moron of a Jarl in Falkreath to sell the land.
Comjul entered the gate and wandered what had once been his hometown. He passed the inn and stared at it. They had made it look almost the same. Except the wood didn't look as old. Everything looked almost the same, it was a little eerie.
He eventually found what had once been his parents home. He walked onto the porch and stood, closed his eyes enjoying the sun. He had done this more times than he could count.
He held his hands out and drew a deep breath. But, in this moment of peace, his exhaustion and grief hit hard. He suddenly smelled burning flesh and heard screams of terror as a dragon attacked once more. His eyes flew open.
"Comjul inside!" A female voice called.
No! Not this time! "Mum get out of the street!" Comjul yelled. He saw his mother standing there, clear as day. He blinked rapidly and her image morphed into a startled dog. Where had she gone?!
The dog lay down, its ears flat against its head. He blinked and his mother was before him, being consumed by flames. He burst into tears. A familiar male voice broke him from his grief. "Comjul over here!"
His father stood in the exact spot that the dragon had swooped down and grabbed him. He shook his head and a confused looking man took his fathers place, but only for a moment.
"Da! Drop! Before-" Comjul bellowed. But it was too late. In his mind his father was gone. He closed his eyes, tears running down his face.
When he opened them again, he was in Windhelm. The Imperials were everywhere! Dead Stormcloaks littered the ground, but vanished as he moved forward. He looked around, breathing heavily. He watched two Imperials and a man in black armor walk into the Palace of the Kings. No! Ulfric!
This time Ulfric wouldn't be alone.
Comjul drew his sword and with a savage, animalistic like yell charged at what was really the gates of Helgen.
No one stopped him.
Comjul ran as fast ask he could until he spotted the man in black armor, and spun him. "I'm going to watch you die!" He spit.
However, when the man in black turned, Comjul staggered back, almost dropping his sword. "S-...sa-...sapphire?!" He said, stumbling back. He whipped around when he heard a sword being pulled from its sheathe. Thrynn?! How? He wasn't able to ponder long before Thrynn attacked. He spun and lopped off his head again, the top of a sapling falling at his feet.
His head whipped left. Mercer. Comjul attacked, swinging hard. A branch fell and the sword buried itself into mercers stomach.
Mercer began to laugh mockingly at him. Comjul fought to get his sword out of Mercers mocking visage, but he couldn't. He watched as the Bretons blood ran to the ground, but it seemed to vanish immediately. What trickery was this?!
Comjul fought and fought for his sword. But in the end, his body collapsed from exhaustion. He knew no more. Only darkness.