Night Visitor
The moons had risen high in the darkened sky that following night. The stars were out, twinkling brightly, cheerily. At this particular time of night, almost everyone was asleep. Sentries were keeping a watchful eye on the quiet woods, spears held relaxed. Everyone that was meant to be sleeping was peaceful and serene. Peerha himself was dreaming of his wife, and of his brother. Happy, together. But something woke him from his good dream.
He opened his eyes, hand shooting for the dagger under his pillow. A strong, but small hand caught his wrist, keeping him from moving. His assailant's outline was hovering over his body, but no weapons were visible. Peerha relaxed, but stayed alert. he figure stepped backwards, and into the moonlight.
The pale light revealed the figure. A Redguard woman, with long hair drawn into a fashionable and practical tail. She was tall and lean, her body muscular. She was a very acrobatic warrior, Peerha knew. Though he knew this not by sight, but my memory. He knew who this was. The woman put her finger to her lips, then waggled her fingers a little, a motion for him to follow. She walked away as Peerha quickly, but silently dressed.
Quickly and quietly, the two stalked out of the village and into the woods, where no one else was. The woman turned around and looked at Peerha, and he to her. They both smiled.
"Peerha it's good to see you again."
"You too Tsirii, you too."
The two friends hugged each other, glad to be in each other's company.
"It has been a while." Tsirii noted.
"Ten years is too long." Peerha agreed.
"What have you been doing in this time?"
"I was looking into retirement actually. I didn't want to do the warrior thing anymore. I was starting a family. Becoming a businessman in my freelancing company, and a collector in artifacts. You?"
"The opposite. I have seen many more battles since our quest." Tsirii said, pride filling her voice. "You say you are retired, but you lead an army? Explain."
"Sad story. We're fighting the Black Hand. That mad cult that believes Elves are the only race that deserves to live. The rest have to die, according to them. Well, they raided Vivec, and they killed my wife. I've been fighting ever since, and that was a year ago.'
'And why are you asking me questions. That should be my job at this moment. What are you doing here?'
"It is a long tale. But it is something that involves you, and it is much bigger than this." Tsirii said.
"Well, what is it?"
"I cannot tell you just yet. You are leading your troops in war. When it is finished, I want you to use this ring." Tsirii handed the object to Peerha. "Read these instructions to do so. All will be explained then."
Peerha took the ring and looked at it. It was a plain ring, made of silver. A small, round stone was set in it. Peerha touched it, to fell it's texture. He was surprised to feel that it was freezing, like ice.
"Wait a minute. Is this the-"
"The blue ice, yes. I broke it into these small pieces here, and turned them into rings."
"Why?"
"All will be explained with time Peerha."
"I hate it when you say that."
"But it's the truth. Now, I must go. You must rest and continue preparing for battle. Stay safe, my friend."
With those words, Tsirii closed her eyes. The ring glowed a small, pure blue. The light spread across her hand and arm, and soon enveloped her whole body. And then, she was gone. Peerha wanted desperately to know what was going on. But he knew it was no good to think about it. It would only distract him. Maybe even get him killed. So Peerha resolved to put it out of his mind. He'd need every bit of sense about him when the last battle finally came.
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