Almost falling off of her horse, Eva ran up to the gates of Whiterun, carrying the bloodied bag over her shoulder. The sticky blood caked upon her leather armor. The gate swung open, and she quickly noticed how on edge the town seemed. A gut sense sent her running towards Jorrvaskr, where the Silver Hand lay on the ground.
Her eyes couldn't believe it, her heart refused to believe it. Shaking, she screamed as she held Kodlak's head in her hands. His soul had left, leaving his hollow body behind.
"No…. No!" She gasped, her chest rising and falling quickly. Tears falling to the floor. Face red from anger, the blood rushing to her brain.
The doors to Jorrvaskr burst open as Vilkas came rushing in, before he screamed at the shaking frail nord.
"It's all your fault that Kodlak died!" He growled, unleashing all of his pent up anger for her.
"He sent me on a mission!" She screamed back, her voice growing hoarse.
"For what!?" He screamed back, his hands bundled into fists by his side. Wanting to grasp her by the shoulders and proclaim how much she hurt him.
"HE WANTED ME TO CURE HIM!" She screamed, the other Companions quickly going silent at her sudden outburst. Behavior unlike herself, almost as if she had lost a part of her heart.
Her anger quickly subsided and was replaced with remorse, before she left to grieve in solitude. Running to breezehome, unable to cope with death and the reopened feelings of love. She hid in solitude.
Author's Note:
Enjoy the new chapter!