My longest chapter yet, sorry for the wait folks. I'm considering getting a Beta reader, I've asked one person already, so these chapters may become way better. Here's a couple shout outs, Rougeification, because he's helped me write these chapters and kept it all together and to Ninja Addy who made me (indirectly) think of getting a Beta, I still love Rouge to bits but he's got loads stuff to do and hasn't time to tell me my punctuations shit and my grammars atrocious but at least my vocabulary is 'exotic'. So yeah, a Beta reader is going to help me loads. I'm going to ask you to vote on the poll on my profile because I want to know what you think.
Arrows hand brushed his face. She checked his pulse, feeling the beat of his heart.
"Why do you always get hurt?" She whispered to him. She put her hands on the sides of his face. "I'm sorry Tac..." A tear fell down her cheek.
His eyes flickered open. He managed to murmur "I'm not dead yet Arrow."
She gave a sigh of relief and smiled slightly. "I swear if you die any time soon I'll get a necromancer to raise your from the dead just so I can kill you myself."
He sat up but dark red blood poured from his shoulder. He winced as he tried to move it.
An arrow produced from it, it was his arrow. He must have fell onto his quiver quiet heavily when he passed out.
"What is it with you and arrows in your shoulder?" Arrow murmured, moving behind him to get a better look. She placed a hand on the wound, the arrow in the gap of her fingers. The blood began to coat her hand in a grim shade of red.
"Pull it out Arrow... it hurts." He said weakly.
"It's pretty deep... shouldn't I just leave it in?" She asked, gingerly pressing down on it.
"I'd really rather you wouldn't." She sighed and grasped the arrow and pulled it out quickly. Her hands then covered the bleeding wound and began to glow gold as she closed the wound. She then handed him the arrow, ignoring her rather red hands. "Now, where's the Wolfsbane?"
"You can't torture her as well." Arrow exclaimed.
He smirked. "Watch me."
"No you can't. Not here anyway – at least wait until we're at Riften." She said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Honestly Tac, I don't want to see what you did to Heret again. At least in Riften I can walk away."
"Fine, I won't if it makes you so uncomfortable." He said rolling his green eyes.
"This is your third brush with death Tac in the past couple of weeks, you trying to die on me or something?" Arrow asked with a slight smile.
"Well maybe if you'd take the arrow for once I'd be fine but no I'm not trying to die on you."
She laughed. "I don't know Tac, I don't think I could live with the irony of it all but I swear if you die any time soon I'll get a necromancer to raise your from the dead just so I can kill you myself."
"What happens if you die before me?" He asked with a weak smirk.
"Unlikely but you'd to do the same." She gave a smile. "You've been out for about an hour."
"What do you mean unlikely?" He asked.
"My reflexes are better than yours and I was trained to be faster, you're just stronger, resistant to magic and better with throwing knives, which kind of evens us out. Shame neither of us are resistant to a blade that would be fucking useful." She wandered off in her train of thought. "Then again I can cast a spell which makes my skin harder but it hinders my sword fighting ability." She stood up and walked over to Aela. "I could have landed that fall."
Aela growled. "I'm sorry; we're not all murdering bastards you know."
"Sorry love, I'd take offence if you weren't such a fucking hypocrite." Arrow patronised. "If you do anything I will slowly impale you with a blunt piece of silver."
"I thought you were all against the killing and torturing thing." Tacitus said, she glanced back at him and rolled her eyes.
"I'm quite fond of being alive; I can name a few people who would prefer me to be alive as well. Maybe not Geoff though, what was Geoff's reaction to my 'betrayal'?" She asked while helping Aela to her feet.
"How would I know?" He asked tugging his shirt on and wincing.
"I thought you knew everything." Arrow smirked. "He must have been heartbroken, I was his favourite sister (Not including the fact I'm his only sister) Come on Tac, you would have sat and taken the piss out of him."
He just shrugged and began to walk.
She glanced up at the now black sky and then to the magic ball lighting up their surroundings.
"Creatures prowl in the dark." Aela said, her eyes flickering around the darkness.
"I'm honestly more worried about what's flying in the darkness."
"Like what?" Tacitus asked.
"Dragons, one minute silence then the next they're on you like a... you get the picture."
They began to walk in silence. Aela kept her head down, probably figuring out some epic escape plan that wouldn't work. Arrow kept her eyes to the sky, not really fancying a family get together, involving her, several dragons and fighting. Tacitus watched the surroundings, making sure nothing was about to jump them from the darkness that clung to the corners.
"You ever wondered why Hircine created werewolves?" Arrow asked Aela.
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"No."
"So you never wanted to know your masters reasons and intentions of creating you? Talos knows I did." Arrow pressed.
"You talk too much Imperial." Tacitus almost chocked on a laugh.
"You don't know the half of it." He said to Aela.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind next time you're in need of help." Arrow crossed her arms and looked up at the dim shine of the moon.
He looked back at her and smirked. "You're soft, you help those in need."
"Milk drinker." Arrow grumbled.
"Whore." Tacitus responded.
"Elf lover."
"Slag."
"Jerk."
"Barbaric Stormcloak."
"Imperial Bastard."
"Traitor."
Arrow just rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, he deserved it."
"Why exactly would the Emperor deserve to be spited by a murder?" Aela asked.
Arrow didn't answer her mind went back to one of the many times the emperor had spited her, hurt someone for her mistakes.
She never stood to attention for the emperor. Her arms always were crossed and she leant to a side slightly. Today was no different.
"You failed your mission." Titus said his red velvet cloak trailed behind him as he walked into the room; it brushed the floor creating a quite noise.
They remained silent; Arrows eyes flickered over to Tacitus to see him stood there, eyes front.
"I am very disappointed."
She almost growled; what he had sent them to do, it disgusted her, she hadn't done it and was now facing the consequences. "I wasn't going to kill a child. Did he threaten your empire that much you sent your best assassins to dispose of him?"
Titus glared at her; she stared into his eyes, her gaze all but dead. "He was a threat that is all you need to know."
"He was a child, what could a child do?" She asked.
"What could you do at that age?" Titus asked. "You are seventeen and yet if you turned rouge you'd be the biggest threat we had."
"In all due respect I was his age eight years ago, at that age I was still learning how to use a sword and how to master my magic; he could not have been a threat even if he tried." She argued.
"Arrow..." Tacitus said, warning her.
"I didn't kill him because I didn't view him worthy of death. Maybe if I knew the little twat would call the guards I might have put an arrow between his eyes but I made my decision and stuck with it." Arrow stated.
"You're both accountable for this." Titus growled.
"He had nothing to do with it; he only accepted my choice and let me leave the child alive." Arrow defended. "I accept all punishment that heads my way but I'm not standing for my friend to be punished over my mistake."
"He should have convinced you otherwise or done it himself. Let me make myself clear, neither of you have the right to override my authority and he let you therefore he is accountable of the failure." He wasn't explaining it to her; he was rubbing salt in the wound.
"How is this my fault?" Tacitus asked.
Titus ignored him and continued to glare at Arrow who returned it with an icy gaze.
"I haven't failed you, ever." Tacitus tried.
"No, you follow his orders like an obedient puppy with no mind of his own." Arrow mumbled under her breath.
"Dungeons, now, Arrow, you will remain here."
"For the love of everything sacred," Arrow cursed. "I'm sorry Tacitus."
Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if the emperor had just scolded him but no, Tacitus wasn't of a rich noble family. He got the worst punishment, a beating.
"He's a Milk Drinker waving his father's sword." Arrow snarled softly.
"What are you then?" Aela asked. "If your 'master' was a milk drinker, what does that make you?"
"Oh I don't know... an accomplished assassin?" She said in a dark tone. Her gaze was drawn upwards to see the two moons in the sky.
The first, Masser, shone with all its might letting the lesser of this world bask within its glow. The second, Secunda, hid behind a cloud, hiding from all the darkness but in all its brightness it seemed to ignite the clouds.
They continued to walk. Silence echoed throughout the forest, until Arrow broke it.
"So, you go to the hunting grounds?" Aela nodded. "Don't you want to go to Sovernguard?"
"It is my decision to make; I don't need an Imperial questioning it." Aela growled at her.
Arrow shrugged and let her eyes wander elsewhere.
"Arrow." Tacitus said she turned to find him next to her. "It is growing late; I think we should set up camp."
She shrugged again. "It's your choice, this is your, for lack of a better term, adventure, after all."
It wasn't long before they found a sheltered yet small clearing. Arrow sat crossed legged and watched the clouds move sluggishly across the sky.
Aela sat opposite her, glaring daggers into Arrow.
Tacitus remained standing, his eyes flickering between the two women.
"I'll take first watch." Arrow said, staring off into the distance.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I'm not a child Tacitus, I can cope."
"I still think we should inject some Wolfsbane into her system." He said.
"I'm going to feed you to a dragon." Arrow murmured he didn't seem to hear her.
He walked away from her. She kept staring out at the distance, unsure what she'd see but still staring.
For what seemed like ages after Aela spoke. "Have you ever lost someone you loved?"
"My father and my mother, dad hasn't been dead a year, mothers been dead for almost 5." She gave a fake laugh. "Titus didn't let my father's cool before he declared my family Traitors, all except my twin..."
They stood in the dark family tomb; the grey cold stone seemed to close around them. They stared at a coffin, a stone tomb. Inside it held the corpse of her mother.
A sob escaped Axel; he shook his head, letting his dark brown hair cover his big green eyes before running out and away from the misery.
Arrow crossed her arms, her fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt. She looked down at the cold hard ground unwilling to let sorrow take hold of her. Her knuckles were white with the effort, they began to pain her but she continued to hold.
Geoff kept a straight face, he didn't move but kept a steady gaze on the final resting place of his mother. Yet his eyes told a different story, they were full of pain and sorrow, unwept tears shone in his slightly closed eyes. He raised a hand and ran it through his short black hair but his hand was shaking in the sadness he bottled inside.
Their father, the man who cherished his wife and children, stood, paralysed on the spot. His face was drained of colour, his eyes almost void of feeling. Shock was upon him, shock of losing something he cherished the most. He was distraught, on the verge of tears but held them back, trying to stay strong for his children.
It was Arrow who was the first to talk. She let a trembling hand touch the face of the cool stone carving of her mother. She stared at the face before she actually opened her mouth, letting out a deep breath she began to speak, softly and quietly. "Your life a beautiful memory, your absence a silent grief,"
"You fell asleep without goodbye but memories of you will never die." Geoff whispered.
Her father began to speak in his deep but sorrow ridden voice. "Happy memories silently kept, No need for words..."
"We'll never forget." They finished together.
The sound of soft slippers hitting stone filled the cold room. None of them turned to greet their Emperor but stood in sorrow staring at the grave.
"You have my deepest regrets and sorrows, I am greatly sorry for your loss." Arrow almost cringed, he said that to everybody. "I am granting you all relief from you duties for the period of a week." He turned to leave but Arrow spoke.
"I'll be back to my duties tomorrow, I only need a day." She tightened her grip on her arms.
The Emperor nodded before walking out, his robe dragging on the ground.
"Are you sure Arrow?" Her father asked, staring at his daughter attentively.
She sighed and looked up to see her father's brown eye peering at her from the gloom in the tomb. "I'll go find Axel." She said quickly before quickly leaving.
Everyone murmured their apologies as she walked. They didn't understand what she was going through, how could they?
A dark thought festered within her mind, the thought that her mother died a premature death. The thought screamed to blame someone, the name was so clear yet so unbelievable. She fought to shut it out, fighting a losing battle before the name erupted in her mind... Titus.
Her mother had been a... stubborn person. An advisor of the council, ex legate, many times had she stood against the Emperor in his decisions and she wouldn't back down, she never had, she wasn't weak like the other advisors.
She found herself stood before the door to the training hall. She opened it, letting the creak groan out before she walked through.
Tacitus stood punching a sandbag, he didn't turn to acknowledge her but he knew she was there.
She sat against the wall, staring up at the wooden beams that run across the ceilings. It was almost a welcome change to the cold stone of the tomb.
It was silent for a while.
"My mother died." She said into the silence, the rhythm of Tacitus punches slowed down.
"When?" He asked, not turning to look at her.
"This morning, she was fine then she was... dead." It had barely been three hours; she was still trying to come to term with the term of this news. "She died... in front of me. I couldn't... save her. My magic was useless." She let out a defeated sigh. "They say it was a natural death, but what death is so quick and silent?"
He didn't respond.
"They wouldn't let me see the body, saying it wasn't something that fifteen year old should see but by Stendarr I've see worse. I think it was poison... but I have no proof and I'm not going to defile my mother's resting place." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I just don't know what to do anymore, Gods my mother's dead."
Again, he didn't respond.
"You're not going to say sorry, are you?" She asked, hugging her knees.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I don't care."
Arrow looked up, shocked.
"So what, you think you know about a hard life because your mummy died? You don't know how lucky you are..."
"How can you even say that?"
"What did you expect for her funeral? Fireworks and Parades? No. You know why there wasn't any of that? Because it wasn't important. You know, better than anyone else, that people die every day. You think the world is going to end because one more person dies? We all die at some point, hers was just due early. Just get over it."
"Just like your parents were due early?" She asked sarcastically. "You wouldn't know." She stood up and glared at him.
"Death is Death, there's nothing you can do about it. Just get over it." Her fist connected with his jaw. He winced as she crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Fuck you." And then walked out.
"You did this for vengeance? There is no honour in that." Aela said.
"There's no honour in being a werewolf." Arrow snarled. "I had my whole family ripped away from me because of the Emperor and the Thalmor. I think I've hit the point when honour is the last thing on my mind."
"What about him?" She looked over to Tacitus. "If you're a Traitor why hasn't he killed you?"
Arrow shrugged. "Titus made us become equal in strength. Look at it this way, what would happen if you made one stronger? Fair enough if the weaker one went rouge, kill him or her straight off but what if the stronger one became rouge? You're screwed. Being equal in strength means in a fight it could go any way or even end with neither of us being able to kill the other, so I suppose he doesn't want to take that risk."
"You seem confident that he won't."
"There is a difference between seeming and actually being." Would he kill you? I don't know...
Aela gave what looked like an awkward smile. "What do you plan to do after this?" She sat back against the tall oak tree, her hands bound tightly in front of her. Red marks marred her skin as the rope rubbed against it.
"When they've done what they need you for? Release you and run like hell." Arrow said with an indifferent shrug.
"Why run if you're so confident that he won't try and kill you?" She asked with a smug smile on her pale face.
"You'd be an idiot to believe he's the only one behind this, I'll take my chances against Tacitus but against Michael... no." Arrow shook her head.
"But aren't you an accomplished assassin?" Aela antagonised.
"Maybe we should give you Wolfsbane..." Aela glared at Arrow. "So, how did you become a werewolf?"
Aela snorted and sat back. "Why would you want to know? Aren't you some werewolf hating, silver hand wannabe?"
"I dislike Vampires much more than Werewolves. I hate Vampires so much, I love werewolves, in comparison werewolves are just over sized puppies but by Talos, Vampires are blood sucking leeches that only benefit of the downfall of mortals." Arrow said with a shrug. "Maybe after the Civil war, I'll join... oh what are they called... The Dawnguard."
"If you must know I became a werewolf by choice in the companions, you become a werewolf when you get introduced into the circle, there is a choice but I haven't heard, or been told, or anyone turning down this gift." Aela said with a smug grin.
"It's as much as a gift as being Dragonborn." Arrow said in a low voice. "Apart from I'm the one who hates it, not pretty much everyone else."
"What's so wrong with being part of a legend?" Aela asked, also in a low voice.
"You're expected to be able to do everything, people ask you to do stuff they should be able to do themselves." Arrow sighed.
Aela tilted her head slightly, confused. "If you are Dragonborn, shouldn't the empire want you? You are the rightful heir to the throne."
"I'd go crazy and end up killing somebody." Arrow said. "I suppose what I really want is to be able to be my own person, not somebody who has to save the world or the weapon of an army."
"It's not as good as you think." Aela said before falling silent.
It remained that way until the night fell and dawn broke.
They walked through the forest until they came to the end. Markarth was in sight.
"We'll walk from here to Riften." Tacitus said and continued walking.
"Why Riften?" Aela asked.
"Why Markarth? It's held by the Empire, I'm not exactly welcome here." Arrow said. "I swear if I get arrested I'm saying you're a Stormcloak too."
"I'm sorry; I thought you were the faster one of us, shouldn't you be able to outrun the guards?" Tacitus replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"I swear I'm going to use him as dragon bait." Arrow murmured to herself. "I'm going to sit there and watch him get mauled to death."
"The route's more direct from Markarth, unless you want to get lost." He said to her.
"I'd honestly rather take my chances in the wilds." She grumbled. "Whatever you want Tacitus, I'll just be behind you not trying to kill every Imperial I see."
Aela remained silent, praying to Hircine.
They walked in silence, Arrow glancing around nervously, hoping to the Gods that no one recognised her. They finally were out of the sight of Markarth but still near the Forsworn, as if they walked from one death trap straight into another.
"The forsworn lurk within the shadows, waiting to ambush the unwary to prove their strength." Aela whispered in a deathly cold voice.
"They're Hagraven worshipping Bretons, how scary can they actually be?" Arrow asked, earning a cold hard glare from Tacitus. "Most Bretons aren't you dear." She said rolling her eyes.
Aela sighed. "Very, they are extremely good fighters who are extremely adept with magic and also have a burning hate for Nords."
Arrow shrugged. "Can't be any worse than a Dragon, can it?"
"I don't know I've never fought a dragon. Someone else is supposed to be doing that." Aela said dryly.
"I think killing a dragon would be easier for you because you're the 'almighty' Dragonborn who hasn't yet even visited the Greybeards." Tacitus said.
Shit, does he know everything about me? She asked herself. He's fucking might as well stalk me, he probably knows more about me than I do. I wouldn't put it past him to know what colour my small clothes are... wait... what colour are my small clothes? Fuck and I can't even check... I wonder what colour he's wearing... Fuck, can't think that, shan't think that...
Arrow yawned and glanced up to almost midday sky. The clouds hung in the sky like big white sheep moving across slowly. The sun was in plain view, blazing out its light with all its glory and sent down a comforting heat that touched the skin gently. The breeze was calm and cool, kissing the cheeks of the group and making the leaves that had fallen to the ground dance.
Aela's eyes flickered over the landscape, thoughts running through her mind and showing clearly on her face. Fear clung to her like a scared child to its mother. She feared death like all humans, all elves apart from those who had it taken from them, who were made to see death as a salvation.
Tacitus kept his eyes forwards and his thoughts on track. He didn't let anyone of anything get in his way for a mission, be it a lowly guard or a woman he's known for years. Feeling was ultimately week, to love could only lead to loss, to hate could only lead to clouded judgement and sight. To feel nothing or to bury your feelings far within your being made you the perfect killer. To even feel an ounce of pity or regret could ruin you, it could break you within a second.
Arrow continued to stare at the sky, wondering about fate and destiny. Like she had explained to a friend before, she believed that it was ultimately decided by a person but doubt had come to her. Tacitus wasn't here by accident, Titus had sent him to kill her and Ulfric, yet neither were dead, by rights they should be, Tacitus was the perfect killer, he could bury his emotions better than anyone but she was there alive and breathing, maybe it wasn't for them to decide only for them to effect. Then again, fate was never hers to decide.
They continued to walk, all their minds upon different matters, some more important than others but all as confusing as the next. Arrow found her thoughts drifting to her past and what life truly meant to her while Tacitus tried to ignore the fight within that showed clearly in his eyes. Aela only found herself in the thoughts of fear of death, death might be an adventure but truly, it was your last.
The sun had risen to its peak, ignored by the three travellers and had began its decent again.
"How long do you go without food?" Aela asked, clearly very hungry and agitated by it.
"We are trained to go up to a week without feeling its effects and then two weeks before thoughts begin to override our thoughts and finally like all humans, perish at three weeks. We are just trained to ignore it." Arrow explained glumly, her mind still on other things. "I have an apple in my bag that you can have, I'll sort out something for you when we stop for the night."
After realising that other people needed to eat, Arrow tugged Aela along to catch up with Tacitus.
After what seemed like hours walking but only three they finally decided to stop since the sun had already began to sink into the horizon.
"There is a cave, it is small and sheltered, and it should protect us from any unwanted foes." Tacitus said.
"You're the boss." Arrow said with an indifferent shrug.
After a short period of time had gone by, Arrow sat near the entrance, watching for something, but not yet sure what it was.
"We need to eat and you're clearly worried, I'll go check out the area and hunt something." He shushed Arrow before she could protest. "I'm not up to wrestling her if she tries to escape."
She nodded, watching him go. An hour had passed and Arrow found herself pacing outside the cave, he came back, slipped into the cave then walked out rolling his shoulder and wincing.
"She's asleep." He stated, throwing an accusing glance at Arrow who shrugged.
"She fell asleep so I put a simple paralysis spell on her." She leant against the wall. "What's up with your shoulder? It shouldn't be bothering you too much."
"It hurts a little bit, I'll be fine." He said, trying to convince her.
"You've probably only stressed it out, let me have a look." She said making a motion for him to take his shirt off.
"I'll be fine." He repeated.
"I'm sorry I didn't realise you are adept at restoration." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just do it."
He sighed in defeat, knowing he couldn't dissuade Arrow, and then tugged off his shirt. He'd taken the bandages off revealing a well toned torso.
Arrow looked up, averting her eyes. She began to check the back of his shoulder. "Did you have any poison on your arrows?" She asked, touching the barley healed wound causing him to flinch.
"Wolfsbane, it shouldn't affect me though, should it?"
Arrow clicked her tongue. "It slows healing, doesn't it?" He nodded. "I think it's slowed your healing, I don't think it's quite as effective on us but it stills seems pretty bad."
"Can you do anything?" He asked.
"I don't know, I can't heal it obviously didn't work but it did close for a while hmm... Can't extract the poison because it's been too long, we might have to wait for your body to do it." Arrow said with a shrug. "Unless you want me to melt your skin shut, it'll be painful as fuck; it'll mar your skin and may not even work."
"You're not touching me with a flame Arrow." He growled softy.
"Fine, Fine, turn around, let me check the front." He turned to face her. "It's slightly better healed but the clotting is wrong and could get infected, I need to remove it, by that I need to split the wound open, okay?"
"You're the expert." He said in defeat.
"So you admit it now." She grumbled. Then carefully but quickly pulled open the wound, she then summoned a small flame to her hand and slowly let the clot burned, being cautious not to burn his skin.
He watched her intently, watching the way her hand more gracefully with the flame to the way her lips were pressed together in deep concentration.
She let the flame dissipate and then began to check the wound once again. "Well, it looks better and the healing has already started so you're fine." She looked up at him. "What?" She asked with a half smile.
She watched him with curious eyes as he gazed back. His eyes burned with so many feelings that fought within him but his face was so calm, not showing any emotions.
"Arrow," He whispered his face only inches from hers; his hand fell to her waist. A rush of heat surged from her chest, Arrow tried to fight it, desperately but it slowly spread throughout her slender frame. She could feel his eyes watching her, from the way she was biting her lower lip to the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed. He leaned forward, slowly, brushing the raven hair out of her face and in an instant his lips were on hers. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clutching the fabric as he teased her mouth open, moving into a deeper, passionate kiss.
They began to break apart but Arrow suddenly cut it off completely. She looked down, her black hair covering her coloured filled cheeks. "I... need to... check on... Aela," She stumbled out before turning and walking quickly away.
She didn't hear anything from him; she honestly didn't expect to, she'd rejected him... twice.
Arrow sat down heavily onto the cold stone ground. Her heart was threatening to split through her chest, she was confused, and Gods she hadn't expected him to kiss her! Not after she rejected him once.
It was one of those times she found herself unsure of what to do next. She didn't even know how she felt about him, shit, she wasn't sure if he had some feelings for her or was doing it for some sick reason. She tugged at a black lock of hair, trying to think of something else, anything else.
"I personally think that shooting them through the neck is more effective." Arrow said, shifting slightly in her wooden seat.
"The temples are better Arrow; the skull is much softer and gives an easier passage to the brain." Tacitus argued with a slight smile.
"Yeah but they can scream, through the neck only allows barely audible noises." She gave a half smile. "Don't want everyone to hear the scream."
"But it's harder to hit." He said.
"I thought you were an expert marksman." She smirked. "Shouldn't that be like shooting fish in a barrel?"
"I'd rather not take any chances." He said leaning back with one arm on the table.
Arrow shrugged. "Where's the fun in that?" She asked.
Tacitus rolled his eyes. "You know, that sort of attitude is what makes you fail missions."
"Hey, I always complete it, just not always the way Titus wants."
"I'm just waiting for the day you mess up and fail; by the eight I hope I'm there to see it." He sent a smirk to her. "That'll be a long day coming."
"I'm 17 Tacitus, I'm sure I have a while before my skills fail me." She said giving him a cool stare.
A young male walked in with a strong resemblance to Arrow. His black hair hung just past his chin in a curly mess and his green eyes were filled with questions.
"Axel, are you alright?" Arrow asked her youngest brother.
He shrugged, sighed and sat down heavily next to his sister. "Just my studies," He said, staring at the grains on the table.
Tacitus let his eyes flicker to Axel. "Least they're not injecting you with poison... Fucker, what was that for?" He said rubbing his leg glaring at Arrow.
"Don't worry about it kid, you'll do fine and you've got your whole life in front of you, you're only 15." She ruffled his hair earning a groan. "I still think through the neck is better."
"It won't kill them as fast..."
"Yeah but it's quieter..."
She woke up with a jolt. Aela was still asleep and the moon was still high in the sky. She sat up straight; her legs stretched in front of her and looked around with tired eyes. Rubbing her sore tired eyes, she glanced around, unable to see Tacitus.
Maybe he got eaten by a dragon... I wouldn't wish that on the Dragon She mused.
"Tac," She called softly. No answer. Standing, she glanced around again and then walked outside. She found him staring at the sky, oblivious to the world.
A/N Yeah, who reads these right? I do anyways so I hope you enjoyed and would love to hear feedback but hey, you don't have to it you don't want to. I love you secret readers, yeah, I've got way too much caffeine in my system and it's like two in the morning. It might be another week wait because me and rouge are busy, him more than me but hey, the next chapter isn't really going to be actioned packed so it might be out by tomorrow night or Wednesday.