A/N: So I am so close to finishing writing this challenge. I am currently writing the ninety-ninth topic and will soon move onto the last one. :) Then it is time to start writing the full story, though I don't plan to start posting it until I am at least half way through posting this story and it won't be updated quite as often. I am thinking of updating that one once a week, optimistically speaking. That is the plan, but I won't guarantee it. I am placing a poll on my profile to find out if you guys want me to write the full story of this first or the prequel first or if you'd like them to be released side-by-side.

Nina: (35) XD Haha! I suppose so! (36) It took me a moment why you were referring to Transformers. XD Thanks for expressing interest.

Guest: It is a bittersweet scene when you know what is coming for them. :( There's a reason I don't like the Dark Brotherhood anymore. I did for a little while, but it was short-lived.

About this scene... This takes place early on in the story, back in Helgen, actually. You encounter a few spiders at one point while making your way through the cave after being separated from the others. Ralof makes a comment about the spider's eyes, which leads to a conversation about eyes.

# 037 - Eyes

"I hate spiders," Ralof said as he moved on through the tunnels we were using to escape Helgen. We had been separated from Ulfric and the other Stormcloaks we had come across some time ago. I hoped they were able to find another way out. "Too many eyes."

I looked at the spider with a tilted head for a moment before moving to catch up with him. "If the eyes are your problem with them, you should see the spiders of my world," I said. "These guys only have five."

"Your spiders had more eyes?!" Ralof asked, shuddering.

"They were smaller though," I said. "I mean, there were some pretty big ones, but nowhere near that size." I pointed back at the spiders we had left dead. "These are more terrifying, if you ask me."

Ralof chuckled somewhat nervously. "I just find their eyes to be the creepiest," he said. "They say eyes are the windows into the soul and theirs are just hungry for blood."

"That's a saying here too?" I asked, blinking. I glanced up at him.

"Yeah," he grinned down at me. "So, tell me, what do mine tell you?"

"You're very dedicated to your cause," I said, staring at his eyes. "You also seem sad. Conflicted about something? Worried, maybe. You have a gentle soul, I think."

"I'm touched," he said. "Yours seem rather old, if you want to know. A mixture of sadness and hope. You've been through some pretty shit stuff. You've seen death before...perhaps even are guilty of causing it, or feel guilty at the very least."

I blinked in surprise and turned away.

"But I think, all you want to do, is to make people happy and keep them safe," Ralof said, stopping even as I continued to walk.

I paused and looked back at him. "Well," I said. "You're not wrong."

I continued moving forward. It seemed that the saying must've had some credence to it. I was just guessing with mine, I had no idea if I was accurate or not, but he got me pretty spot on. I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"Is that why the Imperials caught you? Did you kill someone?" Ralof asked as he caught up with me.

"No," I said quietly, not looking at him. "I just stumbled into their camp shortly before they ambushed you. They thought I was a spy sent to stop them. And they wouldn't believe me that I was lost, must've thought anyone with a map couldn't possibly be lost. But I had no idea where I was on the map as I hadn't found any landmarks and had no idea north from south. It's basically just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"I'm sorry that happened," Ralof said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Eh, it's over now," I said. "And clearly Jesus and the rest of them up there don't say it's my time yet, cause I'm still here. Funny that I kinda owe my life to a dragon….they were mere legends in my world."

Ralof laughed. "Yeah, same here," he agreed. "Though, who is Jesus?"

"Son of the Most High God," I said. "He's kinda in charge of all the other guys up there."

"Huh, never heard of him," Ralof said.

"Well, if we get out of here, maybe I will tell you more," I offered. "And you could tell me of this Talos you speak of."

"Sounds like a plan, lass," Ralof said, clasping me on the shoulder.