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Ch. 6
Ever since I woke up after Jivete made me drink that powder, my head feels heavy. I am confused and can't remember things completely. I've forgotten some of the recent events and it's like a blank lagoon inside a memory, fragments of them that seem to have been rubbed away. I remember going to the castle in search of Jivete, Nikaia and Adstan, because there was an explosion. I also remember I fell off Sparrow's back, but things begin to get confused after I finally arrived at the castle. I think I met someone there… but I can't quite remember. It makes my head ache, the more I try to remember, the more it hurts. It's a bit like when I try to remember who I am, from where I come from, but not as intense.
Also, when Jivete received the letter from that thin little messenger, she decided we had a pending trip to Whiterun, wherever that is. We already are on our way there, my calf still bothers me, but I'm already used to the pain and it no longer prevents me from walking anymore. I guess I understand now why Adstan, even though there's quite the large wound on his right palm, can still get a hold of his sword and bravely use it against the bandits we've encountered along our journey. Passed this point, Adstan, Astrid and I are already very skilled when it comes to melee attacks. We've had enough encounters with Nikaia and Jivete to finally be able to say we're not useless people anymore. At least, I can say that about myself. Not very long ago I had to be the one Vyell, Adstan, Nikaia and Jivete had to take care of, the one who had to be protected from danger. But now, Astrid and I are finally warriors. We can defend ourselves and that makes me feel… free. I don't have to depend on my groupmates anymore. If something happens, from now on, I don't need a hero behind my back to protect me. I can finally be my own hero. But there are still some things I need to learn in order to become a good sorceress. Vyell still has got a lot of things to teach me, my magic isn't as strong yet and there are plenty of spells I have yet to learn from him. Destruction magic and lesser magic are all I've had the chance to learn with Vyell so far. I haven't really wanted to learn magic from Jivete, unlike Astrid… I feel her magic is a bit… dark. But that's why Astrid is way better with conjuration spells than me, I can barely conjure a fire atronach while she can conjure swords, wolves and even… bring back to life some enemies for a certain period of time so they can aid us in battles where the enemy is larger in number than us six.
Whiterun is near. Or so Jivete said this morning. We've been traveling for 3 days already; my hair is dirty and messy, and we have run into too many bandits. Too many to my liking… I can tell Astrid is as tired as I am, I was about to ask her how she feels when suddenly, a lightning strikes a man a few meters away from us and flies all the way to Adstan. The unknown man lands over Adstan who falls on his back letting loose of his sword, which sweeps to my feet. In that moment someone pushes me, and I fall next to it. The sound of a horse's steps leaving my side is what makes me realise a horse just ran over me. Awesome. At last I didn't fall over Adstan's sword!
-"Get off of me, asshole!"- I hear Adstan scream. Next, I hear Astrid scream and right after, she starts to cry –"Oh my… He's dead!"- She screams. Jivete takes Astrid by the wrist and pulls her towards Vyell who hugs her and turns the other way around. A man was arriving to where we were standing.
This man was wearing a purple tunic, a black cape over it, a staff on his hand and his face was covered by the cape's hoodie. –"Jivete, I can see you're still recruiting."- He says. Jivete draws both her daggers and looks at him, defying him. He laughs. –"You know you can't win, Jivete. Even if that nasty dwarf helps you, you have no chance against me."- He says, but I can see Jivete's mouth put out a weak smile. Her eyes are cold –"Oh, don't worry, Wlfric. I have three new friends that will not hesitate to aid me if you decide to keep this going."- She mischievously replies. What's happening here? That's when my eyes meet his. My head starts to hurt, he looks somehow familiar. Do I know him?
-"Fayre"- He starts, but then his eyes shrink at my confused face and he lets a sigh go –"What did you do to her?!"- He screams at Jivete who gives him a serious look, eyes wide open. I can see him getting closer to Jivete when Nikaia suddenly jumps in front of her dark elf friend and shakes her hammer threadedly at the strange man. My body starts to shiver, I can see this is not just another bandit attack, but something far more serious than that… I take a step back but, in that moment, I bump into something. I look behind me to notice Adstan had moved all the way to stand right behind me. Was his intention to protect me in case the man tried anything with me?
–"Why does this guy knows you, Fayre?"- Adstan asks in a whisper. I try to remember, but it's all blank. I don't remember this man… if I ever met him… -"I- I don't know who he is… I don't remember meeting him before today, Adstan."- I reply, unsure of my words. In that moment Wlfric looks at me right in the eye with a cold stare –"So you don't know me? What about when I saved you from that dragon back in Helgen? Or when I found you wandering around the carnage at the castle?"- He harshly asks. In that moment I feel Adstan's hand on my shoulder, he walks in front of me, interrupting the man who Jivete had previously called "Wlfric" from staring at me. At the same time, I feel someone pulling me from the back of my dress: it was Astrid, who had a concerned look on her face, I hug her.
-"I don't care who you are or how you got here, Wlfric, but don't you dare threaten my friends, understood?"- Adstan says with a firm voice while holding the tilt of his sword. The man, who's now standing a few steps away from Adstan, smiles widely at his comment –"Don't worry, the only threat here are actually your friends, uh… how do I call you?"- He asks. –"Don't waste your time giving him your name, he doesn't have to know who you are."- Jivete intervenes. Astrid starts to cry again –"Fayre what's happening?!"- She asks, but I know as much as she does… I can't answer her question.
As I try to understand all this, I can see Vyell slowly approaching the strange man from behind. I can see Jivete giving him a cold stare and an almost imperceptible smile appears on her face as she does this. I suddenly become aware of what's about to happen and I stand up, run towards the man and scream –"Vyell, no!"-. I run as fast as I can, but something stops me from continuing my way to prevent Vyell from attacking the man.
Adstan had taken my hand and pulled me towards him, jailing me in a tight hug from which I can't set myself free. –"No! Adstan! Let me go!"- I scream at the top of my lungs. I try to see what's happening but Adstan's arms grow tighter and my face is buried into his chest. I struggle, move, jump and kick him with all my strength, but I'm at disadvantage. I then, hear the sound of a fight. I can hear the sound of magic being casted, screams, Astrid is crying, I can hear Jivete's screams of battle and Nikaia's too. I can't see anything of what's happening behind me. I can't set myself free from Adstan. So, I decide to fire a firebolt on his side, knowing it's still wounded. He screams, but finally let go of me. I turn around and see a battle of three against one, Vyell was too, attacking the man. –"No!"- I scream. I try to intervene, but Adstan takes me by an arm and doesn't let me approach them. –"What the hell are you doing Fayre?! That man is clearly dangerous, he threatened Jivete!"- He screams. I try to set myself free but his hand is holding my arm way too tight –"Adstan! You're hurting me!"- I struggle. Something tells me this man is not a threat, he's not evil. I know him! I can't let them hurt him!
In a second I cast another spell, this time an ice spike that lands on his foot. He lets go of me and I jump and stop in between the new man and Jivete –"What in Oblivion are you doing, Fayre?!"- She exclaims. I look at her, both hands extended to prevent another attack. –"Please, ma'am this man did nothing wrong! Why are we fighting?!"- I pitifully ask, her face darkens. –"You have no idea what this man has done, Fayre. Now move away or you'll pay the consequences!"- Jivete harshly replies. In that moment Nikaia raises her hammer and gets ready to begin the fight again. –"What did you do to her, Jivete? Why can't she remember me?"- I hear the man ask from behind me. Jivete then, stands upright and smiles –"Nothing of your concern."- She says. I turn to face the man and give him an interrogating look, he puts his staff on his back and puts his hand on my head. From it, a golden, sparkly and warm aura starts to emanate. My thoughts become clear and I'm finally able to remember who this man, who was standing in front of me, was: Wlfric. The sorcerer who protected me from a dragon, the man who had save a dying woman and now, the one that gave me my memories back. His eyes, dark and deep, set on mines, his hand, warm and big placed on my head, his mouth, curled into a little smile… who was this man? Everything about him… was… so familiar… But unfortunately, his power wasn't enough for me to recover all my memories. I was still Fayre, the same lost and confused girl who had no idea of who she was or how she got to this foreign land of dragons, magic and violence whatsoever.
Looking right into his deep brown eyes, I had the taste of a memory approaching my head, but in that moment, I could feel how Wlfric's hand was violently taken off my forehead. I turn to find Adstan holding Wlfric by his wrist and giving him an intense look of anger –"What did you do to her!?"- He demands. Wlfric, startled at first, let a sigh go and smiles at Adstan at the same time –"Control yourself, puppet. I gave her her memories back."- He replies. Adstan's eyes widens –"Is it true?"- He asks turning his sight to me –"Do you remember who you are?"-. I slightly open my mouth to answer but stop right after. No… I don't remember who I am, I just remember who he is… and how I met him… but I'm scared to say this as Adstan could try to kill him if he thinks I'm just trying to protect him by saying I do remember what happened the day after Vyell found him. I stare at Adstan's blue eyes, thinking… what should I tell him? –"She doesn't remember who she is, healing magic isn't miraculous. I just made her remember me."- Wlfric replies. Adstan's stare goes from me to Wlfric. I too, take a look at him, but he's defiantly looking at Jivete, who's standing behind me, hands on her hips watching us.
-"You do know you can't hide the undeniable truth forever, do you?!"- He severely asks Jivete. Her mouth curves into a troubled expression and her eyes turn colder than ever. Adstan turns to face her and Nikaia, who's now standing right next to her. –"What does she mean, Jivete?"- Adstan asks Jivete. Nikaia then, makes motion of beginning a fight, but Jivete stops her putting one arm in front of her –"He's right, there's nothing we should feel ashamed of. Adstan, Fayre, you've been saved by members of the Dark Brotherhood, worshipers of Sithis and of the night mother."- She states. I look at Adstan, his face is pale, his expression is of astonishment. I don't understand, the Dark Brotherhood? Night Mother? What's happening here? In that moment, I could feel a hand grab my shoulder. I turn to find Vyell handing me his book. For the first time, I can take a closer look at it. It's got a red cover with the impression in black tint of a right hand placed right in the middle of the cover.
