Chapter 23:
The road to Whiterun was a silent one. None of the two were eager to talk about anything, for the despair of the rider, who would have to face a silent trip once in his life. Siris had taken his sword out of his back and was now knneding his fingers. The sword on his lap trembled with every little bumb in road, and he cautiously ran his fingers over his throwing daggers on his belt.
Razara had taken a step too far. Now he had killed one loyal servant of his friend and had kidnapped a child of no more than seven years of old. He closed his eyes, dragging his hand along the black sword. He could feel every small detail on the blade. The smooth curve, the sharp tip, the razor-like edge…
He cut himself slightly.
- Ow! – he exclaimed, bringing his finger up. A small trickle of blood went down by it. Dila awoke from her small sleep. Seeing that it was nothing more than a small skin cut, she closed her eyes again.
Siris, however, wasn`t feeling so good anymore. Not with the voice in his head.
"Oh, your blood tastes of wine for me…" he heard. He resheathed the sword. "Don`t deny me more blood, Siris. I will have more soon enough."
He was compelled to look at Dila. She was sleeping peacefully, despite the carriage`s constant shaking. Her mouth was half opened, and her ears were flat on her head. He unsheathed a few centimeters of the blade, in a trance.
"Yes. Do it." She said.
He rapidly sheathed the blade back, shuddering at the dark, fleeting thought. He didn`t need to be more stressed than he already was. Soon, he figured it would do him a world of good to sleep as well.
Mistakes happen.
As soon as he managed to doze of, he started dreaming very vividly. The setting was a rock platform. He was standing in the middle of it, while to woman were on the sides. The platform was rocking left and right, and he knew that it would fall any second. He looked to one of the women. It was Dila. She had a rope around her neck, and was crying, kneeling on the ground. He looked at the other. It was Krona, in the same position. The platform began to shake with much more intensity. He kept looking at both of the women in the corners. Instinctively, he knew that he could get one to safety.
His hesitation costed him the platform. It went down from underneath his feet, and he plunged into the abiss of Oblivion, screaming. Below him he could see a multitude of webs, thicker and wider than any other he had seen. He closed his eyes before blackness enveloped him…
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Siris awoke with a jolt. He turned his head around, to check his surroundings. He lifted his foot and brought it back on the chariot. He was still in firm land. He looked at Dila, who was still sleeping, and released a sigh he didn`t know he had been holding. It was night already. The sky was dotted with stars, and by it he could see they were near Whiterun, probably only half hour until they arrived.
He threw his arm around Dila. She mumbled something in her sleep and readjusted herself so she was leaning on him. Holding her close, he thought about the dream.
Why had he dreamed about Krona? He was over her. Dila had helped him overcome his guilt. Perhaps he still loved her?
"No. Not after she…" he said, putting one hand on his own neck. "That proved it." Dila`s head slumped into his shoulder, and he smiled.
"It was just a dream." he thought, looking at the stars. The slowly moving foliage made up for a nice picture. He sat there, silently, absorbing the nature around him. It was all so peacefull and tranquil around him. It seemed like nothing was wrong with the world. No one was dead, no one had been kidnapped. It would all have been very much simpler that way.
He allowed himself a brief meditation. After all, arriving tired at Whiterun wouldn`t be the best course of action.
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The wet footsteps clanking on the old ground indicated Tar-Ma that someone was approaching. He stopped polishing his daggers and looked at the entrance of the room he was in. A small figure appeared on the door.
Kandella quickly unhooded her own head. She was looking worse for wear each day that passed since she had come to Razara`s room. Now, there they stood, in that ancient, decrepit ruin, because of the plans the boss had.
- Hi. – he said, taking his daggers out again. He took the polishing stone as well and retook to sharpening the two knives. – What do you need?
- Can I just stay here with you? – she asked. He nodded, and she sat by his side, her legs crossed, observing the sparks that flew from the dagger.
Tar-Ma knew that she was deeply scared. She had talked to no one else besides him, and now she was even refusing to eat unless he gave her the food. She would most nights weep herself to sleep. One night, though, she seemed to have cracked again, and she began crying like there was no tomorrow. Tar-Ma had needed to stay in her room for the night watching her to make sure she didn`t hurt herself or any of the others. He was getting worried about her. Her gaze was lost into the distance.
Tar-Ma, however, was in charge of taking care of not ony her, but the boy as well. He was currently tied to a pole in the room, a gag covering his mouth. His tears had dried long ago. He was probably freezing, but Tar-Ma wasn`t there to give him comfort. That boy just happened to be the first child he had come across in Dragonsreach. It was pure chance that he ended up there.
A current of air blew the fire he had put on out. He cursed, reaching for his pocket to grab one more stone to light the fire. He stopped when she brewed a small fireball in her hand and absent-mindedly flung it at the ashes, rekindling the fire.
- Thank you.
- Tar-Ma, do you think that all this is necessary? – she asked.
- What do you mean?
- All of this. – she said, signaling the boy and the room they were in. – Don`t you think Razara is taking things a little bit too personal?
- I guess. – he said. – But Siris did betray him, and our brotherhood.
- But that is no excuse. It couldn`t have been bad enough for him to let our agenda go to hell. We barely have money to go back to Argonia now.
- Wasn`t that bad? – he chuckled darkly. – You weren`t here yet. If you were, you wouldn`t think that.
The uninvited memory threw him into a trance. He had already relived that memory countless times. He remembered every little detail of that fight.
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" Razara plunged the knife into the table. The last job had graned them all a hefty amount of coin. All of them were laughing and drinking, the ones that had gone to make the kill telling the stories over a fine stew that had been coocked by one of their own.
All of them seemed happy. All, but one.
- Is that true, Siris? – someone asked him, and he shifted his gaze from the largely untouched plate in front of him to Dead-Aim, who had made the question. – You killed one man through a stone wall?
He nodded and rested his chin on his crossed fingers. Krona, who was sitting at his side, touched him in the forearm.
- Love, are you allright? – she asked.
- Yeah, yeah… - he said. She kissed his cheek. – Thanks. I`m not hungry right now.
He got up and left. A few gazes accompanied him, including Krona`s.
- What happened to him, sis? – Tar-Ma asked.
- I don`t know. I`ll go check. – she said back.
She got up and left after him. Tar-Ma gave another drink from his mug. His best friend wasn`t one to miss a celebration. Maybe he was tired?
Well, what he did on bed was his and Krona`s business.
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" Siris looked at his sword. That old Katana was still encrusted with the blood of his recent kills. He ran his fingers through it.
- Rough night? – he heard from behind him. He turned around. Krona was standing at the door frame, leaning on her side, legs and arms crossed.
- No guts, no glory. – he said, trying to scratch a small speck of blood that had caught his attanetion.
He heard Krona coming closer to him. She put a hand on his back and he turned around.
- What happened? – she asked him. He could see sincerity on her eyes. She didn`t want to know about the details of his masterfull kills. She just wanted to know what was bugging him. He sat on the bed.
- I had to kill a child. – he said, when she seated by his side. – Not much more than a hatchling.
- Is that it? – she asked. – My big, strong fighter is worried about that? Siris, I know it`s not easy to kill a child, but we`ve both done that quite a lot.
- But I never doubted the reasons before, Krona.
She stopped.
- What do you mean?
- Nothing, nothing. I guess I am just confused. – he said, putting the sword back down. He then put both hands on her cheeks and kissed her.
- Want me to help you rest? – she said, breaking the kiss for a brief second, before he hungrily kissed her again. She getly laid down on her back. – And the answer is yes.
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"Siris picked up an apple from the table in his room and thrusted it into his knapsack. He worked carefully, to avoid waking his lover. He already had his clothes on. His sword was on his bag, and his knapsack was almost full.
He felt bad. No, terrible. He was second-guessing himself. One part of his mind was trying to convince him to get back to Krona`s side, while the other was urging him to rush out of the doorway.
His tail brushed against her. Her eyes slowly opened. She looked around, and her tired eyes still took a while to recognize him.
- Siris? – she hushed. – What`s happening? What are you doing?
He took a depp breath. It was now or never. One part of his mind finnaly won over the other.
- I`m leaving, Krona.
She looked at him. The words had stung her, and he could see that.
- What did I do wrong, love?
- No, Krona. I`m not leaving you. – he hushed back. – I`m going out of this place. I`m leaving the Shadowscales.
Her eyes widened. He himself almost didn`t belive his own words.
- What? Why?
- I don`t thrust Razara anymore. – he said. – Come with me, Krona. We can live together somewhere else. Away from here, away from Razara`s corruption.
- Corruption? What…
- I killed the prince, Krona. – he said, and she closed her mouth. – That was the contract. Razara is coordinating with the rebels. He will overthrow the government.
She stopped, weighting the words that he had spoken. He reached for her shoulder.
- Siris, are you mad? They`ll chase you!
- I`ll loose them! We can disappear! Perhaps start again, in Cyrodill, or even in Daggerfall!
- I can`t. – she told him, amidst tears. – I won`t. I swore an oath, Siris. I won`t break it.
- Krona, please…
- No. Siris, please stop with that. They`ll kill you!
- I`m sorry, Krona. I can`t.
He pressed a vein on her shoulder. Before she could scream for help, she was knocked uncounscious. Siris stood and stealthily walked to the door, his tears marking a trail that led back to her.
When he passed by the dinning room, his mind was so confused he didn`even notice the hulking shadow in front of him.
- Siris? – Tar-Ma asked. They stared each other down. – What are you doing?
Siris didn`t want to feel worse about himself, so he merely lowered his gaze and tried to step past him. Tar-Ma blocked him with his arm.
- Siris, what are you doing?
Siris grabbed his arm and flipped him over his shoulder, taking him by surprise. Tar-Ma landed on top of the table, but quickly grabbed Siris collar and threw him over himself. Siris rolled over the rest of the table and fell on the ground.
- What in the blazes are you doing, Siris? – Tar-Ma said after him, as he stood up.
- Don`t make me use my sword, Tar-Ma.
Tar-Ma flipped himself up and reached for a knife. He threw it at Siris, who dodged it. Siris jumped on the table and sprinted, trying to get to the door. Tar-Ma grabbed his foot and he tripped, falling onto the ground. Siris kicked his hand.
- Siris! Come back here! – Tar-Ma screamed. He could hear footsteps reverberating of the walls. That skirmish had been probably loud enough to wake up the entire base.
He got up and bolted, escaping Tar-Ma`s hands. He ran through the base, hearing screams of "Get him!" and "Traitor!". He just ran.
He ran out to the the door. The screams had followed him through the night. He had found a place were he could hide and sleep that night. For the first time in his life, he felt lonely. Unprotected.
Hunted.
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The memory was already long gone by the time Siris reached Whiterun. He was done running. He was going to make Razara pay for what he had done.
Once he and Dila were in the city, Siris could see the guards were on edge. The patrols had doubled, and the citizens were almost absent from the streets. Siris walked straight to Dragonsreach, not only to see his mission briefing, but also to see how his friend was faring.
Not quite well.
Balgruuf was crying. Not sniffing. He was crying. Siris didn`t really expect that. Balgruuf had lots of sons and daughters, all from different wives. He would be shocked, sure, but, as far as Siris expected, he wouldn`t be crying.
- Siris? – he asked, and Siris could see how much the man was wrecked. His beard was dark with his own tears. His eyes were red.
- Yes, Balgruuf. It`s me.
Balgruuf got up from his chair and walked toward Siris. Suddenly, he threw his arms around Siris, crying on his shoulder. Siris patted his back. Dila gave them both a moment of silence.
- Balgruuf, I`m sorry for what happened. – Siris said. – Razara kidnapped your son because I couldn`t stop him. But give me a few days and I will track him down.
- There`s no need for that, old friend. – Balgruuf said, getting some distance between himself and Siris. Then, he picked a piece of paper from his pocket. – He already told us where he is.
Siris picked up the paper.
"Siris,
It`s such a shame that Krona couldn`t kill you. Maybe your corpse will net me a much better assassin.
As you probably noticed, I have the Jarl`s son. For old times sake, I`ll tell you were he is.
Come meet us at Bleak Falls Barrow. We shall be waiting. That cat won`t save you this time.
Razara."
Siris crumpled the paper in his hands. Razara had now openly mocked him and Dila. Choosing Bleak Falls Barrow was throwing salt on an open wound. The place were he and Vigfus had begun their journey was to be left untouched. That order came from the Jarl himself.
- I already sent in some soldiers. – Irileth said. – But none of them returned.
- Of course they didn`t. – Siris said, serious. – The whole Shadowscale crew is there. This is between me and Razara.
- I understand. That`s why I didn`t send in more soldiers.
Siris nodded. Dila came near him
- Where is this Bleak Falls Barrow place?
- Remember that shout Vigfus used to send me flying through the air? – when she nodded, he continued. – He acquired the first word of that shout in that place. We started our mission through Skyrim in that place. It`s not far from here. I could probably make it in three hours.
With that, he turned around, ready to leave to the Barrow. Dila put a hand on his shoulder.
- What do you mean "I could"?
- Dila. – he said, turning around. – I know you want to help. But these guys aren`t the same as anything we killed so far. We both had trouble fighting two of them. There`s probably much more than that this time. They got traps, specialized arrows, magic runes, even.
- So what? I`m coming with you. I don`t care about that. If you didn`t notice yet, we`re in this together.
She stared into his eyes. He wanted to argue with her. But he had seen that determination before. She was not going to relent. Even if he locked her in Breezehome, she would still find a way to go after him.
- Dila… - he said. – Thank you. Let`s go.
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Dila was climbing the mountain right behind Siris. The walk had taken them a little less time than what Siris had expected. The trail to the temple was steep, but she had already climbed the Throat of the World. Siris had already drawn his sword, ready for whatever ambushes they could barge unto.
The climate had changed very abruptly. From the moment they passed the small town of Riverwood and begun their climbing, it had started snowing. Keeping her pace was becoming increasingly hard, and she could see that Siris wasn`t all that well. He, however, had fire in his eyes again. He was determined to stop Razara`s bloodshed.
Suddenly, an urge overpowered her. She put a hand on Siris shoulder. He had probably been thinking the same as she, as he spun around and planted a kiss on her mouth. She put a hand on his neck. They kiss was long, silent, as if they knew they had to relish in it as long as possible, for that could well be their last kiss.
They unwantingly broke the kiss, taking one last moment to look into each other`s eyes yet again.
- If anything happens to me… – he said. – I`ll be watching over you, Dila.
- Nothing will happen to us. – she said, as a smile crept up her face. She genuinely believed in that. They had come that far. Nothing was going to go wrong if they faced it together.
Siris cupped her face in his hand. For the first time, they were warm.
- I love you.
She nodded. Then, they turned back to the road. Only a small curve separated them from the fight.
- Let`s go.
She got her bow and they walked forward, anxiousness creeping up from her chest. She breathed in deep to stabilize herself. She needed her aim to be true. Any miss and she would be dead.
Somehow, that thought seemed to calm her. The sheer pressure was comforting. Perhaps her head was playing tricks on her.
They turned on the curve, and Dila was face to face with the imposing structure of Bleak Falls Barrow. Siris walked a few steps more, and promptly, a shadow appeared on the top of the stairs. Siris seemed confused.
- Tar-Ma, where is Razara? – he asked.
Dila ran her eyes through the pillar and the structure. Imposing allright, but that was not what she was worried with. What really bothered her were the menacing shadows on top of some pillars, all eyes fixed on the two. Dila could count seven of them. She wasn`t sure that was the whole number of them.
- He is here, somewhere. – Tar-Ma answered. A few Shadowscales hid when Dila`s gaze passed over them. – But I don`t know for certain. He could be on the pillars, he could be inside the temple. He could be…
- …here.
Dila froze. The voice had come from her side, so close the fur on her neck shook with it. She spun around quickly, but there was nothing there. Siris had also heard it, and he turned, throwing a dagger at empty air.
That was clearly a signal for the rest of the Shadowscales to engage them. Tar-Ma leapt after him, wielding that mace. He swung downwards, and Siris narrowly sidestepped it, bringing his sword down in a wide ark. Dila grabbed a few arrows and begun looking for targets. However, the Argonians had already jumped down and were rushing toward hiding spots or toward Siris and her. She shot one of them, but the arrow merely grazed the cape, not causing any damage, and embending in the snow, harmlessly. The Shadowscales darted left and right while approaching, so she quickly gave up on her bow and grabbed her dagger in a swift motion. Three Shadowscales were circling her, while four of them were waiting for a break to interfere in Siris`s brawl with Tar-Ma.
She breathed, nervous, and one of her assailants jumped to get her. She ducked under a sword and tried jabbing at the leg. The leg, however, wasn`t there anymore, with it`s owner backflipping and joining the other two.
- The cat`s got some nerve. – he said. One of the other two chuckled. Dila could see they were two men and one woman.
- Of course. – the other male chuckled. – She is Siris`s whore. That`s gotta take some damn courage to go against us. Don`t you agree, Kandella?
The female just kept staring at her from behind her mask. Breathing condenstaed in front of their faces, and she took note of their weapons. OOne of them had two axes, the one that attacked her had a sword, and the female, Kandella, had…
Nothing.
Then, suddenly, something.
A sword materialized in her hand. It was shimmering purple, and a smoke of the same color came out of it. In her other hand, a small blue ball formed, and she hurled it at Dila. She jumped back, and the ball touched the ground.
Dila was caught by surprise when the ball exploded in a blue mist. She covered her eyes, coughing.
"She threw a gas bomb at me." Coursed through her mind. "These slippery bastards are…" she looked at them again. They were still the same. But their silhouettes were starting to distort. They became bigger, eyes became red. The whole sky darkened.
She released her daggers. The figures approached her. One of them too of it`s mask. Black, sharp teeth made themselves visible. Dila fell on the ground, her hands shaking. She scrambled back, cutting her hand on something. She looked at it. Blood was pouring out at an impossible quantity. Her face was smeared in blood. She was terrified. Hysteric.
Then everything went black.
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Siris blocked an overhead strike from a warhammer. The hit on his sword made his arms tremble, but he held on. Tar-ma came from one side and tried to plant his mace on his kidneys. Siris slid between the legs of his assailant and let his own sword sing it`s song. The balde cut out half of a snout, and with another movement, a leg followed it. The warhammer-wielding Shadowscale collapsed, lifeless.
Another one, with a greatsword, tried to disarm him attacking his wrist. He let the Ebony blade fall, only to catch it with his other hand. Spinning, he made the proeminent vertebra in his tail smash the other Argonian`s arm. His sword fell as he clutched his arm in pain. Siris smiled. They could be Shadowscales, but they were still green.
Then a mace hit him across the face.
He flew back, seeing a three teeh fly with him. He could feel a splintered jaw as he landed on the snow. Blood had tainted it from where his head was.
Tar-Ma walked into his field of vision, with a stern expression. With his foot, he turned Siris`s head to the side. Siris saw Razara tie up Dila`s hand. He also saw that her head was covered by a hood. Three Shadowscales were by his side. Dila was limp. Razara finished the knot and signaled the other Argonian, who promptly crouched and put her on his shoulder.
Razara turned and looked at him. His eyes were two silver sphere`s as his mouth contorted in a sick smile.
Siris lifted his hand, reaching for Dila.
- Dila… - he squeezed through his shatterd mouth, before a boot impacted with his chest. He squirmed.
Tar-Ma took out a dagger and stabbed Siris`s leg with it. Siris cringed.
- That was the smallest of your problems, Siris. – he said, withdrawing the dagger. – It was coated in a special mixture. It suppresses your Histskin. – he cleaned the dagger and stored it back in his belt. – Look at you. All beaten up like that. – Tar-Ma said, putting his foot on top of Siris`s chest. – The great Siris. Assassin. Shadowscale. Someone I considered my flesh and blood. – he started putting up pressure. Siris felt his ribs bending. He put an arm on Tar-Ma`s foot, trying to get it away.
Tar-Ma put his full weight on his toraxic cage. One rib broke loudly. He tried to scream, but it came out more as a squirm than a shout.
- As much as I`d like to stay here and beat you within an inch of you life, I need to get Balgruuf`s kid back to him. A bait looses it`s usefulness when the target is captured. – he turned to the other three. – He`s all yours. Spare a little bit for me though. I`ll end his life.
With that he turned and went inside the temple. Razara and the other group had already left. The three Shadowscales came closer. The one with the broken arm crouched by him.
- See this? – he asked, pointing at the swollen limb. – I`ll make you pay for it.
Siris felt a blade stab his shoulder. He felt it being twisted until his shoulder came out of it`s socket. He threw his head back, in pain. He felt a blade stab his forearm, and another pin his hand to the ground.
He managed to scream. He scream a name:
- DILA! – was the last thing he screamed. After that, he took all the punishment as silently as he could.
A tear escaped his eyes.
What were they going to do with her?
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Dila woke up being carried. Her vision was black. The place she was in was very cold. She was shaking violently. A smell of blood entered her nose.
She felt herself being strapped to a chair. Her tail swung from a hole in the chair. As she tried to move her limbs around, someone took out the hood that was keeping her from seeing anything. She was in a small room. A small Soul Gem holder was in front of her.
- You have given us quite a lot of trouble, Dila of Elsweyr. – she heard a voice behind her. It was a raspy, dark voice. It was quite similar to Siris`s own, but the amusement note was substituted by a slightly psychopathic one. It made Dila shudder. – But we finally caught you.
An Argonian walked in front of her. His skin was of a golden yellow, and the two straight horns on his head were polished almost to perfection. He held a smile on his face, an arrogant one. He stopped and turned to her, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a black vest, with an overcoat that went to his feet. He had a dagger and a sword at his waist.
- And I am not going to let you escape me like Siris did.
Dila stood silent. The Argonian eyed her, squinting his eyes.
- You must have heard of me. I am Razara. Siris must have already told you something about me. – he retook his walking around her. – That I am corrupt, merciless, lethal and arrogant. All of those, except the first one, are true. – he stoped again. – And now I have you, Siris`s treasured companion, in my hands. If you behave properly, I might even let you stay unharmed…
His response was a spit to the face. Dila looked at him with a defiant face. He breathed in deeply and held out a lashing rage, but for a moment, she could see that his eyes had shone with hate. He casually wiped Dila`s spit from his face, before going behind her again.
- But I see that that won`t be the case. – he said, and Dila heard him take out something metallic from his pocket. – So I`ll have to make your stay miserable.
She gasped in surprise when he took hold of her tail. She felt two metallic clasps wrap around the vertebra at the tip of her tail.
- Take note. This is going to hurt.
He pressed the clasps with all his might, and Dila felt the fragile bone cracking and breaking. She screamed in pain.
- That was a fake vertebra. It didn`t have any nerves in it. But this one… – he said, moving the clasp up her tail – Oh, this one does. Are you ready?
He smashed the vertebra. The pain that Dila had felt on the first one was nothing compared to the one she felt now. She screamed again, ten times louder. Tears she had been struggling to contain ran without her consent, as she began to cry.
- Are you crying already? – she heard him say. She couldn`t answer. That pain was the greatest one she had ever felt. – It`s no fun having you cry so soon. I guess I`ll have to switch to something else…
He walked in front of her again, drawing a Soul Gem from his pocket. He placed it on the holder in front of her. He took hold of her head with an iron-like grip, and adjusted the Gem so that it stayed at her eye level. He walked back when he was satisfied with the height of the device. He put a hand behind the cup the stone was placed in, and pressed a small button.
A blinding flash of light illuminated the room. Dila`s eyes, which were round in order for her to see in the dark, burned at the light. She closed them quickly, but the pain started spreading through her head, and her eyes felt like they were on fire.
A strong hand grabbed her forehead and forced her to open her eyes. The room was already dark again, but another flash made the searing pain retake her body. Razara released her, and her head slumped to one side. Her whole body screamed in pain.
- How do you feel, cat? – he asked. She tried to straighten her head. – Tired, maybe? Or in pain? I would prefer the latter.
She managed a huffed breath, before she felt something shock her. Her whole body jolted with electricity. When it went away, she was almost unconscious. She could faintly hear footsteps, and him saying something to another Shadowscale.
- Surveilance… no sleep… Siris… bait. – she figured. Her eyes closed, and another shock ran through her body. Forced to open her eyes, the gem flashed again, burning her eyes yet again.
Her breathing grew slow. She knew that if she closed her eyes, somehow she would be waken up by another shock, and the gem would fire again. Her arms were bound to the chair by strong steel bindings. Her legs were equally bound. There was no way she would escaping without help.
She whispered a prayer to the Divines. The Shadowscale leader caught up her usage of Siris`s name, and came close to her again.
- Hoping your "friend" will save you? I wouldn`t be so sure.
- He will come here. – she said, sluggishly. – He will come and kill you all.
- I seriously doubt he will be moving anytime soon. I sent my best assassins to deal with him. They mentioned they left him in death`s doorstep. Face it, cat. – he said. – You are doomed.
Hearing that, Dila felt all her strength leave her body. Seeing that his words had had the desired effect, Razara finally walked out of the room, leaving her in pitch blackness. She began to cry. Not of pain, this time.
Of desperation.
Take note. I`m back. Hell freaking yeah.
I am really (REALLY ) sorry for the delay. I just guess I had to face the Great Wall of China, Writer`s Block version. Coupled with a trip to New York and a few awesome games I bought there, I had no time to write the story. I apologize again.
Today`s chapter was... interesting to write. I have never tortured a character so much. However, credit`s due where credit`s due.
I would like to thank my friend Baeowulf, who helped me with the "Dila-Torture-Scene". He has some crazy ideas about torture. Also, his story about The Elder Scrolls, "A Dark Past, and a Brighter Future", is amongst the best I have seen in this site. You should really check it out guys.
So, Baeowulf, thanks again, man.
And too you all, a good night.
P.S.: I told you this was going to get darker, didn`t I?