A/N: The usual babble about how I do NOT own any Oblivion Characters and how some ARE my own creations. This took a long time to post up because for some reason, FF is not letting me edit my stories so updates to previous chapters and new chapters will be delayed for some time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
"So… What's your name?" A sliver haired boy sidled up to me
"Is it a matter of life and death?" I asked
"No…"
"Then don't ask."
I didn't really want to be mean, but I do have certain codes I live by.
"My name's Farwil. Farwil Indarys." The strange purple-skinned boy stated.
I think he has a skin disease, because purple skin is NOT normal, at all.
"I'm Charlotte. But you can call me Charlie, I prefer it that way."
Code n2: I only say my name when the other party says theirs first.
"Why did you answer him?" The silver haired kid whined
"Why do you think?" I retorted. I don't deal with whiney people well, even though I whine occasionally too. But doesn't everyone?
The brat thought for a moment, his silver eyebrows knitting themselves together.
"Aha! I'm Lord Sheogorath! Ruler of the Shivering Isles, and one of the Deadric Princes. You can just call me Sheo." He declared proudly, a large superior grin on his face.
Man, kids here sure had imagination
What does Deadric mean? Is it some weird occult thing?
"Sure, and I'm a fairy princess from a far-away kingdom made of desserts." I said sarcastically
"Really?" Both of the boys said in unison.
"Jesus Christ, do you two even know what sarcasm is?" I raised my eyebrow and my voice
They shook their heads
"Dear God…" I muttered, face-palming.
"Who's this Jesus Christ?" little Farwil asked
"Which God are you talking about?" little Sheo asked
I squealed in frustration and slammed my head against the wall several times in desperation.
"Who are these people?" The idiots said together
"Just forget it…" I groaned.
I flopped down onto my thick bed of straw. Okay I admit, I took some from the two others, but they never said anything about it, so I assume they're okay with it.
To be honest, I didn't mind sleeping on straw, or being in a small cell with two guys.
I mean, I wasn't bored because I played word games and Noughts-and-Crosses with Sheo-kid and spent my time pissing the hell out of Farwil-kid.
What got to me was hunger.
I could actually resort to cannibalism but my two cell mates are too skinny to have any nutritional value.
Ugh. Food. I want food.
"So do you have a plan?" Sheo asked
"For what?"
"Well, yesterday you were saying stuff like you were gonna escape. So I'm asking if you have a plan." The boy explained
"Oh. You really want to know, huh?"
"Yeah." He nodded, "Even Farwil wants to know." Boy in question nodded even more vigorously than his newly found friend.
"Ya-sheesh. Fine. It's kind of weird though." I warned.
My plan was basically making good use of the looks genetics gave me. I wasn't breathtakingly beautiful, but I wasn't average either, if you don't mind me saying.
I was going to slink up to the bars when the guard came and seduce him. As ridiculous as it sounds, I'm actually dead serious.
I would suggest a few things, cough cough, punch him, steal the keys, find Caroline and then sayonara babies, kiss my ass!
When I explained this to the guys, they just rolled around the floor laughing.
"Shaddup! S'not funny!" I yelled
"No way!"
"That was the weirdest thing I have ever heard!"
"Even rain of burning dogs isn't as funny!"
Farwil-kid stopped laughing and stared, wide eyed
"That, was the weirdest thing you ever heard…" I whispered
Farwil-kid just nodded
Sheo-kid turned around, still giggling, mind you.
"What's wrong?" he asked, honestly not understanding that a rain of burning dogs is, quite frankly, not funny at all.
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just a bit surprised at your superior humour. You know, burning dogs." I forced a laugh
"Ah, yes, finally someone other than Haskill who admires my hilarity." Sheo proudly accepting my *cough fake cough* compliment.
"Who's Haskill?"
"Oh well you see, he's just someone unimportant. You only need to pay attention to me."
This kid was really starting to piss me off. What kind of human being dismisses other human beings in favour of themselves!
Wait. I shouldn't be the one saying that.
I sat back down and I pondered about my present location.
Here people spoke English so that was great that I didn't have to worry about communication.
It seems totally normal to have unusual eye colours like red and lizard-like. Skin disease was also common it seems as Sheo-kid was not phased at all by Farwil-kid's, how I should say it, uncommon pigmentation.
Dear god, I bet I can even use magic! In my mind I smiled maniacally.
Like, throw fireballs and electrocute people on touch and, and, turn myself invisible!
At that precise moment my second consciousness came into play.
Yeah, yeah, like that would ever happen. I mean come on; it defies all laws of physics.
But, but, it's more FUN if there was magic. I pouted internally
By the way, I have 4 inner me's: Serious me, Hyper me, Scary me and Carefree me. Most of the time, I'm just me, also known as the Crazy me. Yesh. I am absolutely nuts. Normally.
Pardon for the digression but that's just who I am.
"Can you use magic?"
"Huh?"
"Can-you-use-magic?" Sheo-brat repeated slowly
"I heard you the first time. I'm just surprised. Magic doesn't exist, you guys." I smiled
The two boys gasped loudly and stared at me as if were an alien from another planet.
Though, that comparison wasn't too far off, me being a human, from another dimension.
"There's Destruction magic," Sheo stated
"Fireballs!" Farwil chimed in happily
"Conjuration magic,"
"Atronachs!"
"Alteration magic,"
"Walking on water!"
"Illusion magic,"
"Invisibility!"
"Restoration magic,"
"Healing!"
"And Mysticism magic which is,"
"Detect life!"
"Stop interrupting me you dumbass!" Sheo screamed in Farwil's ear.
I laughed while Farwil pouted clutching his ear.
"What kind of magic would suit me, then?" I played along with their little magic game
"Destruction magic." They said in unison
They did that a lot and it creeped me out.
"Why not Conjuration magic?" I asked
"You're more of a, 'I'll beat the shit out of you!' kind of person."
"Something else fighting for you seems out of character."
"I guess. Then I guess I would be Destruction, Alteration and Illusion."
They sat there for a moment and nodded with an uncomfortable look on their face.
I guess the thought of me wielding destructive magical powers was a terrifying one.
"Why don't you try magic out?" One of them said out of the blue.
"Like hell I can!"
And there begins my tale of the arcane arts…
End Chapter 6.