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When the sun came up Sasha had to groan in discomfort...her head hurt, her leg hurt, everything about her hurt. Shaking her head again she opened her eyes in pure surprise...she was alive.

Hell yes she was alive!

If she could scream in joy she would do that. Looking up she was underneath the tree, fresh snow was everywhere but one of the large branches and the rock to the side had protected her from even get a drop of snow on her.

Well that was good.

Looking around her she noticed a small branch that had more then likely fell over during the time when she was passed out.

Grabbing it she put it next to her rather bent up leg and blinked in some surprise it was about the same height as well her, give or take a few inches. Quickly she wiped up some of her current clothes covering her legs, then she broke the limb in several smaller pieces...within minutes she had made an impromptu crutch.

She smiled softly before inspecting her ribs pushing against them slightly...well they were bruised she was pretty sure of that but the real test was to get up and see if her spine was still fine...if it wasn't she might as well have died.

She carefully used the crutch to get up being sure not to bend too much and realized that her spine was mostly fine...this was one of the few times that she was grateful for her healing powers.

Looking past the tree she saw a mostly frozen river and she felt thirsty...of course she did not really need it but it was more physiological than anything else with it she might feel less thirsty for that other kind of liquid...hey at this point she was willing to try anything.

Quickly going over to it she used her newly formed crutch to bash a hole in...true it was small but it did the job. leaning down on her good foot she looked into the water and saw her face once again...how long has it been since she has bothered with looking into a water much less a mirror.

She looked at the familiar features of her face, black dirty hair that was hanging loosely around her, blue eyes, a scar underneath her right eye from a fight with her sister.

"How long ago was that, two three years." She went back to examining her face for a few seconds.

Dirt and blood had mixing with her face...She quickly took a drink before splashing her face enjoying how cold it was for a few seconds as she felt some of the dirt and blood that was on her skin wash off. Looking more closely she saw some new cuts on her face...well wonderful more scars...note the sarcasm.

She shrugged a bit at that before deciding to smile for once...then she got back up. looking to the left she saw the river just keep on going, looking over to the right she saw a small town along with the river next to it.

"Ralof was from Riverwood, talked about Helgen and the like, so that means that he should be from there maybe he has some family that could help me...at least a little bit."

Using her crutch she began to go down the mountain smiling softly, even if her leg hurt her today was a new day and she was alive. She had never been happier to be wrong than ever before.

Now if only the sun would set it would be a lot nicer...

She paused as two, no wait three men appeared dressed in furs and not looking well nice.

"And I was so close to Riverwood to...this really is not going to be my day is it."

"O whattt do weee have here a nice hurtttt pretty lady don't worryyyy we will take realllllllllll good care of youuuuu."

The man (more then likely bandit) had alcohol on her breath, and of coruse the other two had surrounded her.

She closed her eyes for a second before feeling for one of her different powers...one of her stronger powers.

She smiled softly as a hand reached out to touch her perfect.

She reopened her eyes and when she did they were blood red.

She raised her hand and sat it gently to the bandit who had touched her...he suddenly stopped moving stopped doing everything...then in a silent order he drew out his war axe and attacked.

With a quick swipe of his axe one of the Bandits heads hit the floor. Then he almost threw himself at the Drunken bandit.

The drunk one in front of her tried to raise one of his sword belted to his side but the other bandit under her control had attacked him.

The drunk bandit tried to move to the side and managed to raise his sword to avoid being impaled, but that did not save him.

Sasha balanced on one foot and used her crutch to knock him on the head. She couldn't hit hard with her leg as it was but it was enough to distract him which allowed the other bandit to finish him off...unfortunately her makeshift crutch broke across the drunk bandits head.

Then when the other bandit turned towered her she grabbed the sword from now dead drunk bandit. Using it with a quick thrust she stabbed the Bandit threw the heart...in a second he was dead as his body fell.

"I hate it when I use those powers...I really hate it...but there's supposed to be a cure here have to remember that...but until that time i need to feed...one of the prices for power I suppose."

As she looked at the bandits bodies a mix between pity and some small degree of hate. She bent down then on her one good leg and went to the neck of the one whose heart was destroyed. There she opened her mouth and bit on the neck.

She felt the familiar taste of blood come into her mouth as she shuddered slightly disgusted with herself.

In a few minutes the body was drained and would not get back up...just because she had to drink blood did not mean that she wanted more bloodsuckers like her...besides she had destroyed the heart as well that should help keep him down.

Looking at the blade still in her hand she saw her red eyes slowly go back to her usual blue...she sighed a bit at that, at least she got enough blood.

When she got back up she could feel her leg snap back into place, good thing her healing powers were amplified by the blood so it should heal fairly well and fast after all if she could survive being burned alive she could survive almost anything

It's a long story.

...but it couldn't heal it very well, not when she was in sunlight which was thankfully was not hurting her nearly as much as before.

She grabbed the Sword from the Bandit still wishing that she had a bow as she went up the way the bandits had come from...hopefully there would be a cave where she could heal a lot faster.

Using the sword as a crutch she began looked at the village that was so close to her...she could go to the what she presumed to be bandit camp was...or she could go there she had already fed for today so she should be good for at least a little while...

She decided to head to the village who knows maybe after she rested up well enough someone might hire her to clear out a bandit cave...that would be some gold...which she was lacking.

She was already half way down the hill to Riverwood when she realized she forget to loot the bodies for money.

She had a feeling today was just going to be one of those days.

By the time she had reached what she assumed was Riverwood her foot was feeling a lot better...well mostly. She could walk without the sword but anything such as running was out of the question.

"Sasha is that you." Looking up she smiled in some small happiness it was Hadvar that much was certain. "yes it is Sasha, here I have a home nearby with my Uncle, he can get you something nice to eat and your welcome to stay the night, and I can get someone to come over and look at those bad cuts."

She nodded at that by a lot as Hadvar laughed before walking with her. When they had finally reached his uncles home who was a blacksmith from what Hadvar was telling her, they entered.

The first thing that she did when she entered was sit down almost immediately and very happily she was out of the sun and she could already feel her leg healing much faster because of it.

She still had her sword with her however...trust only got you so far and she was already a prisoner once in the last week...she did not want to repeat that.

"Hadvar is this the one you were telling us so much about the Prisoner Redguard who escaped." The uncle said in a very heavily accented Nord voice.

...she had a feeling that she was going to get tired of dealing with Nords in Skyrim.

"Her name is Sasha and she helped save some people during the dragon attack she deserves are respect if nothing else."Hadvar said this in a slightly angry tone.

"Hmm for all we know she could be a Stormcloak spy or something worse so who are you Redguard."

"...well the uncle was hostile...this is not going to help me one bit."

Hadvar sighed before saying in a low voice "she is mute uncle she cannot speak"

"pfft we will see about this call in Lucan Valerius from the general store that Breton owes me some favors, he should know some healing magic we will see if she is really mute or just faking it."

"Uncle" Hadvar tried to say before sighing and turning over to where Sasha was about to apologize.

...but she wasn't there she was gone.

Hadvar blinked in some surprise at that.

The sun had set quickly or at least quicker than in Hammerfell reflected Sasha as she was walking on a path to the center of Skyrim Whiterun...maybe she could offer her services there and who knows maybe if she told the king or whatever the Nords called them she could get something out of it...like a new set of clothes...that would be nice.

It would have been nice to talk to Hadvar he seemed like a nice enough person but...

"But if the Breton was any good with healing magic he would have found out that I don't have a pulse and I did not survive a Dragon attack of all things just to be killed by something like that."

"But...but Riverwood would be in danger if the dragon decided to attack and with no help from Whiterun all of the innocents would die."

"Of course that's not my problem...not at all...nope not one bit."

"...Damm my conscience damm it to Oblivion."

When she finally reached the end of the road she had to smile softly her leg was feeling wonderful well considering how it was before at any rate...her ribs on the other hand not so much actually they felt even worse, running when your hurt was not a good idea.

She shuddered at the thought of wearing armor with her ribs like this.

Speaking of that she only had her prisoner grabs or as the captain so elegantly put it 'rags;'... it figured at any rate.

Sighing softly she looked back up to the moon before continuing to move on.

When she could see Whiterun in the distance she heard the sound of... a battle.

...well not her problem...okay who was she kidding, she was going to go over there anyways.

She moved toward the sound not running fairly fast but not fast enough to hurt her ribs even more then they were now, which was more along the lines of a light jog than anything else.

When she finally reached the area she saw a giant...no she was not over exaggerating it was a damm giant...she didn't even think those existed...

"...then again if dragons were around?"

Shaking that thought from her head she moved in to help the people fighting it only two of them, one an archer shooting the giant with as many arrows as she could the other so heavily armored that she could have smelled him a mile away if she had been paying attention...of course she hadn't but that was not the point.

The giant was to distracted by the heavy armored man so she moved in to the kill, running fast she jumped and stabbed the thing threw the heart...or where it was supposed to be honestly if felt like she missed and had hit some muscle.

The giant reached back and tried to grab her but she let go of the sword before going beneath the giant and punching hard...straight up.

Even the giant felt that as it screamed in pain...and in anger. With a flick it had tossed her into one of the stone walls were she sat dazed for a second. The giant ignored everything but her as he began to come at her with the full intent to kill.

The archer who honestly Sasha had forgotten about stuck an arrow threw the things eye hitting its brain, then the creature simply fell over luckily for her to the side...yep it was definitely dead.

Sasha got up slowly before being forced to almost fall back down. Her ribs felt like they were on fire...that meant one of two things either she had bruised her ribs to the point of cracking or she had broken her ribs...like all of them...wonderful.

The heavily armored man came next to her and asked in a quiet voice

"Are you okay?"

O yes I'm perfectly fine let me just grab my broken ribs and my aching body and get out of your way.

Each breath felt like it was on fire her vision was starting to blacken...which meant that she had broken a rib that then hit her lung and was now killing her via that way.

She couldn't respond any of her usual ways so instead she started coughing to signify that she was choking...but after a few choughs they actually became real blood coming out of her mouth...wonderful.

She could already see the blackness just waiting for her with Molag bal smiling and laughing, the person she had sold her soul to for power...wonderful.

She managed to desperately write as well as she could on her pants as the armored man seemed to go through what he was carrying with him, probably trying to find something to help her with...or to help bury the body...both were possible at this point.

Ri-bs Br-ok-k-e-n, lun-

That was as far as she had gotten before the blackness finally claimed her.

AN: and the plot thickens, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter I had fun writing it but I swear I had to trash it and redo it multiple times, o and I'm considering just not making these bold (the ANs) but I'm not sure...I don't see anyone else do it so ya... thanks for your support any feedback would be nice.

O yes and about Hadvars uncle i awlays found it strange how he trusted you so much...honestly you think he would be a bit more parainoid.

And note I do not have a Beta so all this is done by my eyeball...so there is bound to be some mistakes...unless someone is offering (hint, hint)