Chapter 18. Anktaharadnazekumibbibi
A/n: Got my notebook back! So sit back, enjoy, and check out "The War For Morrowind" after this.
"Get up, for the love of Azura! Wake up Nord!" Cried Larka.
Vvardenfell awoke to find two dead scamps lying by the campfire, and Skooma had gotten up and was smelling them warily.
"There's a Daedric ruin below us." Larka said, removing a blanket of grass exposing a wide tunnel leading deep underground.
"Have you gone in yet?" asked Vvardenfell, packing her things and chewing on a piece of Scamp skin that Larka had cooked.
"No." Answered Larka, beginning to descend.
"Wait!" Vvardenfell called. She threw a large bucket of water over the remaining embers of the fire, picked up Skooma, and followed Larka inside.
Inside it was dark and musty, large, spider-like creatures could be seen crawling along the narrow walls. After what seemed like hours they reached a large metal door carved into the mountainside. On it, in large daedric letters, was the word ANKTAHARADNAZEKUMIBIBBI.
"I wonder what kind of treasure lies within." Said Vvardenfell excidedly.
"Forget the treasure. I'm only here for the Daedra." Said Larka lifting her sword.
"Forget creepy dark place." Said Skooma "I want go to sun!"
"Skooma, ya know, I bet that there's lots of skooma in here!" Vvardenfell said, hoping that Skooma would forget his protest.
He did. He leaped out of Vvardenfell's arms and was now scratching the door furiously. Larka gently opened the door, and the companions looked for the first time upon the lost Daedric ruin of ANKTAHARADNAZEKUMIBBIBBI.
In the chamber of prayers that they now looked upon, Vvardenfell used Azura's bracelet so that they could see into the dark chamber. Water dripped from one corner into the pool that it had created, so that a constant dripping noise haunted them. A movement caught Larka's eye, and she lifted her sword, a smile growing on her lips.
Larka bolted into the darkness, shrieked and called for Vvardenfell.
"What is it Lar…" She trailed off. She saw Nels lying in a pool of blood, lifting his hand to protect himself from the pure white light.
"Skooma man!" Shouted Skooma, running up and nuzzling him gently.
Larka bent down and ran her fingers through the blood. She stood up and confronted Vvardenfell.
"Not all of this blood is Dunmer. Some is too thick to be of any race that I know." Vvardenfell's face grew pale, not from the thought of how Larka knew what every races blood felt like, but as Larka's voice echoes throughout the large cathedral styled ceilings of the seemingly massive ruin the they were in, she looked down at Nels' limp figure hardly believing her eyes.
"Nels!" she cried, kneeling down on one knee and embracing him, his blood staining her worn clothing, making her seem as if she was the one who commited the grizzily deed.
"What happened to you, S'wit?" Asked Larka, her hand moving slowly into her robe as she looked around warily.
"Vvardi, get out of here, there's a va…" He choked as his breath grew still, and Nels Llendo, bandit of the south, passed into oblivion.
"Nels!" Vvardenfell wailed. "It doesn't end here! NELS!" She began to weep bitterly.
"Skooma man!" Shrieked Skooma, sensing his spirit pass. Skooma began to wail as terribly as Vvardenfell.
"Quiet!" Hissed Larka, "If you don't shut-up you'll be attracting 'whatever it is.'"
Vvardenfell looked up. Her hair was in ragged mops, and her face stained with blood and tears. She breathed deeply, choking and sobbing every two seconds, and yet restraining an outpour of tears. She had to be brave, for herself, for Skooma. She got up, desperately trying to keep a straight face as she picked up Skooma, who looked up at her pitifully.
Larka led them on their descent into the inner shrine, and Vvardenfell looked for the last time upon the long burgundy hair, the bangs teasing his fair-skinned face, his mahogany eyes, but all too soon the light passed, and his body was left to sleep peacefully forevermore.
A/n: Didn't expect THAT did you! Well, there's another man for Vvardenfell out there somewhere, and I think I know someone who knows who he is… (HINT read my reviews for the answer.)