Yep. Second chapter for today! Woooooooo!
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I may need to go outside soon.
S'Koi hissed at the pain burning in her chest. She could feel rough hands pressing on her side. She croaked in her effort to speak. "Wh-where'm 'e?" A chuckle and a khajiit replied. "You are safe, alleycat."
She hissed and opened her eyes, glaring at the stone ceiling. "Where am I, housecat?" The other khajiit, a male, growled at her insult.
"You are in a safe place. Your smelly-ape friend saved you." He hissed and stood, walked away and S'Koi could hear the shuffling of papers and a draw opening then closing. "Drink this."
A potion was held above her head so the cat reached up and accepted it. She slowly sat up, feeling the burning in her chest to be the only pain in her body. A fact she was thankful for. The healing potion was downed quickly, relieving S'Koi of the burning feeling.
"Thank you. Now, where am I? And don't say 'a safe place' again." She looked around, ears tilted back for the reply of the khajiit. The room wasn't small nor was it large. Had only a small bed, a table and two chairs in it. And two very large wooden doors.
"You are in my home." She growled and turned, seeing a cat with orange fur and what appeared to be a permanent scowl on his furred face. "I am underground."
He growled, leaning against some barrels. "Perhaps. How would you make such an observation?" S'Koi looked around again. At the ceiling, the walls and the candles that had trouble keeping the area lit. "There are no windows, the ceiling as a tree root breaking through the bricks and it is too dark to be above ground."
She turned, smirking at the scowling male. "I am correct." He growled and walked over to the small table. "Yes. But that makes you no more important than you would be anyway. You are still an alleycat."
S'Koi just grinned. "Better than being a housecat."
Lucien paced Vicente's room. S'Koi had been moved into Ocheeva's room when they had decided to heal her enough to wake her.
Elymi still hadn't awoken from whatever it is she was in.
The Imperial walked over to the elf and just looked at her. Soft features on her pale blue skin, perhaps a sign of her youth, as many other Dunmeri that Lucien had seen had much sharper features. Full pale purple lips and a button nose, Lucien would have called her cute. Had she not been an assassin with deadly accuracy with a bow.
And could breath fire.
"Vicente, you know something about her being able to breath fire, don't you?" Lucien looked at the elf's eyes. Black, completely black. The blood flowed in a way like she were crying while standing. It did not flow down to the stone she lay on.
"Yes, Speaker. I do know." The Speaker turned and growled at the Eliminator. "And why do you not tell your superior?" The vampire sighed and stood, walking over to stand on the opposite side of Elymi. "Because it is something that must be investigated further."
Lucien would've grabbed the Breton and thrown him but didn't because of three reasons: Vicente is a vampire. He is the Speaker and should act his rank. Elymi is between them. "Tell me, Vicente."
The vampire sighed and rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "I believe she is an ancient Nord fairytale."
Silence fell across the room.
Lucien cleared his throat, staring flatly at the other man. "What?"
Vicente suppressed a groan of frustration and gestured for the Imperial to follow him to the table where he sat down again. "The ancient Nords believed a being could be born with the Soul of a Dragon. And that when this 'Dragonborn' is discovered, the end of the world will begin, brought about by a dragon."
The vampire stopped speaking, allowing the information to sink in. Lucien rubbed his temple then waved his hand at the other male. "Do you have proof of this?" Vicente shook his head. "No. Unfortunately." Lucien stood and walked over to the stone, arms crossed over his chest, and watched the elf. "Then do not being this up again, with myself or any other, until you have proof."
A soft sigh behind him. "Yes, Speaker."
We do not have time to chase fairytales.
The Imperial continued to watch Elymi, taking care to see any twitch of her body.
Not while this peculiarity is occurring.
Like? Yes? No?
This is and isn't a filler. I had to put this development in to show the troubles the outside world is going through without Elymi.
And yes, thank you for the hug Anon. I am feeling better. ^_^
And by Sithis! I don't know if I'm supposed to be excited about 10k views or not but who cares! *w*
I need help. Going to change the title and summary but to what I don't know.
I've asked my friends and my boyfriend and we came up with nothing.
So I'm asking my readers! Pm me with suggestions so we can discuss things and I'll try to get it changed soon.
Yeah... "Her True Path" is starting to shit me as the story doesn't match the title.
And I'm not changing the story. :P
