A Diamond in the Storm

by Dreksler

A re-done version of my ill-fated story 'The Cold North'; when Tamriel is threatened once more, who will rise to defend it? But how do you defeat a monstrous god, whose prophecy says how you will fail and the world shall burn. RATED M FOR VIOLENCE

6. Interlude 2: Solitude

INTERLUDE TWO- SOLITUDE

Allura Debreu was counting the hours as they passed, as she sat on the back of the carriage. She swayed left and right, as the carriage bounced up and down over the small pebbles.

Allura stepped off the carriage, her feet crunching softly in the snow. It was a fresh morning, the cold crisp against her tired skin. But she still had to go on- the place in her dreams was far away. She could feel a tugging on her frame- a mystical pull- somewhere to the north-east. She pulled the crinkled map down, from behind her ear [given to her by a friendly Nord, who might have been inebriated] and folded it out, onto the ground.

Her finger trailed, limp, over the surface of the map...until it jerked, and landed flatly on a city called 'Solitude'. She smiled, satisfied.

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Allura had just arrived at the tall, Imperial-style gates of Solitude- crows circled high above, around the tower turrets. Blue flags hung down, flapping gently with the light wind. She pulled the ripped hood over her face; masking herself... she made sure to charm the guards as she passed.