Darkness was nothing new to him. He lived in it for the past seven years. But this darkness was new to him. It was full of hushed voices, talking in different accents and tones. Words where being said but he was not able to make out what they meant. He felt an aching pain in his arm where the dagger cut. A cool dampness spread over his forehead and arm easing the pain slightly. He focused on the damp cool and slowly the pain stopped. He felt something cool rest on his cheek. After a moment he realised it was a hand. Small and soft. A soft pressure rest over his cut arm and a warmth spread over it. He recognized the feeling as healing magic. His skin slowly closed itself and his blood flowed normally once again. A blanket of new darkness enveloped him and he let himself slip into the unconscious world.
He opened his eyes and a wave of confusion clouded his mind. He tried to push himself up but a sharp pain in his arm made him lay back down and hold his arm. He looked at his and saw bandages wrapped around it. Clarity finally struck him. He had come to his home late at night, stared at his daughter's bed and tried to end his life, but like the other times he has tried, it failed. He was out of his armor and covered only by his small clothes.
Someone had entered his home just before he lost consensus, and apparently saved him. He heard a clatter from the ground floor under him, and slowly got up. He opened the night stand next to the bed and pulled out a pair of basic cloth trousers. After he put them on, with some difficulty, he walked out of his bedroom and looked over the small railing. A fire was lit in the center pit, a chair was placed in front of it, the pit that had not been used in years had steam coming from it filling the home with the smell of clam chowder, and standing over the pot was a person. He looked closer and saw the dark skin and pointed ears. With a bored interest he recognized the person as a female dark elf. Her hair was white and long. She wore black and red robes with a hand print on them. He walked down the stairs and sat at the table, not bothering to be quiet. The dunmer turned and placed the bowl infront of him. He started to eat as she sat down with her own bowl. She stared at him with red eyes. He lazily stared back with half closed yellow ones.
"Listener." Her smooth voice filled the space between them.
"Gabriella."
A/N: Yes this is going to be a slightly AU of Skyrim. I will post the chapters as I get them done. Sorry for any grammatical and spelling errors.