I AM SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY!!! I know I haven't updated in ages. I've just been quite distracted. Sadly, there will be no more parts of the story written from Vinziah's point-of-view. Because there is no point in writing from both Jolin and Vinziah, since they are travelling together. Instead, I change it to Vanhil's POV.

I hope you enjoy this chapter…

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I woke up slowly, my body drenched in sweat. Opening my eyes and looking around, I saw that my whole bed was covered with sunlight from the window. I felt as if I were being cooked over a roaring fire.

Throwing off my sheets, I sat up and stretched my sore muscles. How my arms and legs longed to rest more. But my brain was buzzing about in my head, as bright as a coda flower. I slowly stood up, moaning.

WAM! My stomach gave a great lurch, and I immediately bent over and threw up.

I looked away quickly, then opened a bedside draw and picked out a piece of cloth. After I had wiped my mouth, I used the cloth to mop up the rest of the sick. I scrunched up the cloth in my hand and, opening the window, I threw it far out of the village. A betty netch nearby wandered over to check out the stinking cloth. I gritted my teeth, then left to wake up Vinziah.

'Now dears.' The owner said to us. 'What would you like for breakfast?'

I grinned at her.

'We must not. We already owe you; we mustn't have to pay you more before even finding the first lot of money.'

'Mustn't we?' Vinziah groaned. 'I don't really know how we're going to get the money. We've nothing to sell.'

'What about that armour I saw you with last night?'

'What?' I cried out, panicking. 'Not my armour!'

'Be logical, Jolin.' Vinziah started. 'We must pay this fine lady. And that might be the only-' he paused. 'Wait a minute. Why not use the armour?'

I stayed silent, waiting for Vinziah to explain himself.

'Last night, along the road, I remembered seeing a cave entrance. We could raid the place, and then sell the belongings.'

'That's a good idea.' The owner remarked. 'You'd be helping out the town aswell, by ridding the place of outlaws.'

I looked Vinziah in the eye and smiled.

'Sounds good.' I said.

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The door slammed shut behind the two criminals. None of the soldiers pursued them. General Vanhil stood in the cave for a while, staring at the door. He shook his head, and looked down to Maddy's cold, lifeless body.

'Just another outlaw.' He muttered to himself. The soldiers started to speak to each other, and gather things from the cave to take back to Ebonheart. Vanhil walked towards the horses, grabbing their reins and accompanying them out the cave.

That next morning Vanhil woke up, an aching pain in his stomach. His mouth was watering and his tastebuds screaming for something he didn't know of.

Clutching hold of his stomach, he rushed on his clothes and left his room, heading down the spiral stairs to the main hall.

'What's wrong sir?' a soldier stepped towards the pained General.

'Nothing, nothing.' Vanhil murmured. 'Send out word of Vinziah and Jolin's escape. I want them back here by tomorrow evening, alive. In fact, get me an assassin. One that's loyal to the Empire.'

'I thought you wanted them alive!'

'I do, I won't have the assassin kill them, only arrest them. You have my orders, now leave me.'

'Of course sir.' The guard stammered. He rushed off, leaving Vanhil to take care of his pain himself. A wonderful smell came from the kitchen nearby. Breakfast was cooking.

Vanhil let his nose steer him towards the door on the far side of the room. He drifted off through the kitchen door and into the brightly lit room on the other side.

'Sir, you needn't have to get impatient, breakfast is almost served.' One of the cooks said, stuffing shreds of marshmerrow into the meat.

'Yes, I quite know it's just this smells delicious!' Vanhil answered. 'I can't really believe we get this for breakfa-' he paused, and looked over towards the corkbulb roots. How he desired them, it was as if they were all he ever needed.

'Do you mind if I?' he started, pointing to the corkbulb roots.

'No, go ahead.'

He picked up the corkbulb roots, and, pocketing a few, he left the kitchen through the backdoor outside. The wooden table outside was all set nicely outside, as that was where Vanhil and the other important people would dine for breakfast.

Walking over to the edge of the fort, he stuffed the corkbulb roots into his mouth, expecting the sweet flavour he had tasted so many times before.

He didn't get what he was prepared for. A bitter, rough taste met his mouth, and he immediately spat out the corkbulb roots. These were tainted. Probably some new recipe the cooks had found to make it "taste nicer".

Vanhil took out the rest of the corkbulb roots from his pocket and threw them over the side of the fort, down into the sea. He left, taking a new door inside that led down to the prison. It had been a quite a while since Vanhil had ventured down to the prison, and he wanted to see if it had changed or not. Exactly as he had expected, the prison hadn't been altered a bit. Same old walls, same old cells, even (mostly) same old people.

And there was something else that was still in another cell, locked up and trapped. Piles and piles of wrapped up moonsugar, all stored away. That was the delicious taste of the corkbulb roots. They had been smothered in moonsugar. Vanhil was addicted to moonsugar.

Vanhil stared at the moonsugar, no one could see him, he had the key.

But should he, after all, he was a great general, he couldn't get addicted to moonsugar! But also, it wasn't that he was about to get addicted, he already was. Stealing a cloth sack from around the corner, Vanhil snuck back to the cell and pressed the key in. He twisted it, the tumblers turned and the trap vanished. He creaked open the door. He rushed seven of the packs into the sack, then closed the door again, and locked it.

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Vinziah's hands were shaking. You could tell he was pretty scared, but he wouldn't turn around and head back. I was wearing my beloved bonemold armour, but Vinziah had nothing but his bow.

Our plan was simple. We would burst through the door, Vinziah would let loose a burst of fire, to get rid of the first amount of people when we met them. I would then charge in, and smite those who stand in my way. Vinziah would be getting rid of others while I was preoccupied. But even though I was the one running into battle, he was still scared. Not that I blamed him, I'm not saying I'm the mighty hero, who knows no fear. I felt really oozy in my stomach. Who knows how many foes there would be in the cave?

All of a sudden, we walked around the side of a cliff, and there it was. The weak wooden door stood randomly in the middle of the cliff.

I kicked out at it, and it swung open easily.

'Who goes there?' a voice called from around the corner. 'Tell us what you're here for and we won't-' the man never finished his sentence.

Vinziah leapt past me and turned to face the outlaws, firing a wall of fire at them. I rushed in after him. Two Dark Elves lay scrambled on the floor, both obviously dead. Drawing both of my katana, I stepped over the bodies and cautiously moved on. Another door separated this room from the next. Being as quiet as possible, I pushed open the door.

I jerked and tensed up as a great war cry came from the darkness in front of me. I heard heavy footsteps charging in my direction. I placed one foot forward, one back, readying myself for the fight. A blinding light came towards me, the outlaws' armour. A crackling sound surrounded the cave, leaving my ears ringing. The light came fast, faster than it should have. To late did I realise it wasn't the armour, but a bolt of lightning, heading straight at me. I dived to a side, the edge of the lightning hit my side and burned me. But I wasn't done yet. The outlaws came running out of the room, through the door at Vinziah. There were four of them. The front two were Dunmer, one a woman, the other a man. The woman was armed with only a dagger, the other an iron short sword. Behind them came a man covered in a full set of iron armour, carrying a heavy iron claymore. The last was a Khajiit, holding a handful of darts, and a quiver and bow slung over his back. I stuck out my leg, and tripped the Dunmer woman, while Vinziah sent a blast of frost at the man. He was blown off his feet and rebounded off the back wall, finally hitting the floor. I could see he was still breathing. Standing up quickly, I reached for one of my katana lying on the floor next to me. The man in the iron armour roared and lunged at me with the claymore. His voice sounded that of a Breton. I parried his attack, and holding my burned side with my left hand, tried with all my strength at the Breton's weakest point, his neck. The Breton snapped his head down quickly, and my katana hit the side of his helm. He was knocked down sideways.

Looking up, I saw the Khajiit repeatedly throwing darts at Vinziah. Vinziah dodged each one, jumping and-

SMACK!

The world turned upside down as the Dunmer woman flung herself on top of me, knocking me over. My vision blurred slightly as my head hit the ground. The Dunmer man stood up, shivering slightly. He raced over and helped the Breton up. My helm was roughly ripped off by the woman, and she hammered me in the head with her fists, before finally picking up her dagger, and thrusting it down hard at my neck. Using my last ounce of energy, I rolled myself sideways and she fell off me. I stood up quickly and jumped as a fireball flew right past me and hit the Breton, who had started to advance on me. I picked up my helm again, and placed it back on my head. Both of the Dunmer were racing at me, both having a bit of trouble keeping balance. I slid my foot under my dropped katana, and kicked my foot up. The katana flew upwards, to be met by my hand, catching the handle easily. The man threw his sword over his shoulder, and started swinging it at me. I sidestepped him and stabbed my katana at his unarmoured ribs. The woman stopped as he slid off my katana.

'YOU N'WAH!!!' she screamed, rushing further at me. You could see fire burning in her eyes; she was really upset with the man's death. I grinned to myself. She stabbed at me with her dagger, and I threw up my katana, chopping off her arm.

My grin broadened as she shrieked with pain. Like the day when I returned to Ebonheart, I longed to kill. I could feel it in me. At this moment, I could defeat anyone. I sliced my katana at the woman, giving her a shallow gash across her torso. Deep inside me I was disgusted with myself. I was torturing the lady, which wasn't something I was really into. I saved torturing for really special occasions, like for Vanhil or Valdemar.

But this woman, had done nothing to me, and for money, I had killed her supposed husband, then cut off her arm, and now gave her a great gash. I had to end it. But my bloodlust lived on. I couldn't help it. I sliced off her other arm, and then finally gave the fatal blow, by decapitating her.

Turning around, I saw that the battle of Vinziah and the Khajiit had hardly changed. Both were using two large rocks as barricades, while firing spells or weapons at each other. I saw one dart was sticking out of Vinziah's shin, and the Khajiit's top was burnt to a crisp, but otherwise, nothing had happened. The Breton gave a loud, painful sigh, still lying on the floor. I stepped towards him, and stabbed my katana through his neck. The Khajiit hissed, but could do nothing about me, for he was still preoccupied with Vinziah. I picked up my second katana that lay over by the end wall, and started to slowly walk towards the Khajiit. It glanced at me, then sent a final dart flying at Vinziah. Vinziah ducked behind the rock, and came out just in time to see me throwing both of my blades at the Khajiit, who was in mid air.

Both katana missed, and the Khajiit kept coming at me. He landed just in front of me, and threw up his right arm, about to sink one of its dart's into my neck. But its arm stopped mid-thrust, and the Khajiit flew backwards, hitting its head against the wall. There was a sickening crack, and the Khajiit fell down to the earth, its head hanging off its shoulders at an odd angle. I looked to Vinziah, who was holding one hand out, a furious look on his face. I realised he had shown off some more of his magic. He had used his telekinesis to kill the Khajiit.

That, I thought, was talent.

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There we go! That chapter was a bit longer than the rest, and that was to show you that I'm sorry. I actually wanted to have quite a bit more in that chapter, like introducing the assassin, but I realised it was getting too long. And don't worry, Knight of Laughs and Trail Wanderer, I'm still going to put in your characters. I have perfect places for them. I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to leave a review!