AN: Sorry that this is a little late. Lack of sleep and caffeine have started to catch up on me. Hopefully this won't affect my creative and writing part of my brain. I want to make sure I get my best ideas into my story and not rush things. Why did I force myself to a posting schedule, then? Because I'm stupid pls dont hate. I'm also hoping that feeling like a zombie won't make me become sloppy. I'll try having chapter 7 out tomorrow, but I am still working on chapter 8; I have huge things planned for that so I hope you will find it to be worth the wait, should there be any.

Things begin to get a little dark in this chapter. I apologize if some of you find this a little too much to handle; I personally enjoy the dark themes of humor and storytelling. To those who have and will continue reading my lovely and crazy story, thank you very much.

Sorry for this chapter being a bit shorter than usual. I felt like the story would flow more smoothly if I ended it as it is now. Big things are happening soon!

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim is property of Bethesda Softworks. I own nothing but Roseleigha. Thank you for allowing my words to have the privilege of your time.

The Seer and Her Thief, Chapter 6

The pair of highly-overqualified thieves had made their way past Whiterun, smoothly in and out of Rorikstead, and skipped a stop at Dragon's Bridge before they arrived safely at Solitude. Roseleigha's legs and back were in extreme pain due to their decision to make their way straight to the capital, only briefly stopping in Rorikstead for supplies. Brynjolf was also in pain from the long ride, and his horse was no exception. The only one who seemed to make it without an ounce of fatigue was Shadowmere.

Roseleigha graciously fed both of the horses and pet them for a long time, quietly thanking Brynjolf's horse for enduring the long ride. The two made their way into Solitude before Roseleigha grabbed Brynjolf's arm to stop him.

"I have a house here. We can stay there for a day or two in order to recuperate," she said.

Brynjolf's was taken aback with her suggestion of resting for so long. "Are you sure, lass?" he asked. "It's just an old Nordic ruin. We should be in and out of there and back to the guild by dusk on Loredas."

She vigorously shook her head at that notion. "It's not that easy, Bryn. I've been into some of those ruins before. The dead buried there are very much alive."

She saw the stunned look on the auburn-haired thief's face before he sighed. "Have you dragged me into something way over my head?"

"This was Mercer's idea," she said harshly. "I didn't drag you into anything. If I had a choice, I'd be going in alone. And I feel that Mercer also knows what dangers lie in there."

He let out a breathy chuckle. "You really think Mercer sent us to our deathbeds, lass?"

"I wouldn't put it past him." She put her pack into Brynjolf's arms, disregarding that they were already tired and carrying his own pack. "Here's a key to my house. I need to make a few stops before I get there. Make yourself at home, eat and drink as much as you want. There's a guest room in the basement that will be yours. And stay out of my room." She locked her eyes with his, making sure he knew clear and well that she was serious.

"Aye, lass. I know how to respect a lady's quarters." He smirked, knowing that he told one of the biggest and most obvious lies of his life.

She returned his smirk and laughed. "I don't doubt for a second that's a lie," she tossed a key into his hands and went into the Winking Skeever.

She sat down at the bar and ordered a mug of ale, savoring the sweet flavor of her hometown drink. She purchased a few bottles of spiced wine from the stalls near the well before making her way to the Bard's College. She wasn't a member, but she was able to bribe the dean to allow her to have free access of the libraries. Roseleigha picked up as many books as she could that detailed Nordic ruins and anything involving Volskygge. She was hoping what the Grey Beards had told her about the place was untrue.

She took the books she picked and put them into a separate pack she always carried for extra things: the miscellanies and sellable items she finds along her adventures. She exited to college to see that it was night, disappointed. She hoped to be back to Brynjolf with the wine so they could loosen up and have some nice conversations after the long and tiresome journey.

She shook her head, attempting to rid the thoughts from her mind. Pull yourself together, Rosie. You're sounding like mum and da, and you know that can't happen.

Taking a deep breath, she quietly snuck into her own house so as not to awake Brynjolf and proceeded upstairs to her room. She assumed that Brynjolf was asleep in the guest room since he wasn't passed out on the main floor or upstairs.

She sat down, relaxed into her chair by the table outside her bedroom, and began reading the new books she picked from the library.


The sound of wings roaring above the town was like listening to a harsh thunder storm and waves crashing against the Solitude shores. Nirnraujh struggled to stand up and keep away from the fires in order to find his sisters.

"Rosie!" he screamed, desperate to find life among the fires. "Jaz?! LAVENDER!"

His cries for the other girls were swallowed in the sound of other residents screaming. This can't be happening, he thought. I'm not strong enough for this. I can't do this. Please just take me to mum and da! He coughed and wheezed, struggling to get enough air in to call for his beloved sisters. The burning sensation in his lungs and throat perfectly reflected to remains of his house that now sat upon the bodies of his dead parents.

White spots began to flash before his eyes as he collapsed to the ground. The dirt burned against his raw flesh. He began praying to Talos and any of the Divines that would listen to him. Please, just take me to Sovngarde. Allow my family to have relief in the Halls of Valor. Please…

A thunderous roar of a large beast in front of him, followed by a silhouette of one of his family members rushing toward him, falling down and being engulfed by a large ball and screams of agony was his last memory from the mortal plane.

Rosie… Dragonborn?