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Finaly, Chapter two is in play! I have some ideas that I hope you all enjoy.
Description: Kasirra, a kajiit begger, has her life turned upside down when she accepts and carries out an assasination plot from young aventus arentino.
Stories Of Skyrim: The Dark Brotherhood Saga
Chapter Two: Road to Riften.
It took the rest of my coin just to convince the carrage driver to take me Riften. He complained when a begger dared to wake him before dawn and threatned to throw me in the sea of ghost, but when I jangled the gold in his face he reconsidered. Soon I was on my way.
I tried to mentaly prepair myself for my task. This wasn't murder,It was justifiable. The old crone has it comming, abusing children. I'm just protecting them, guarding them. I sighed, because no matter how I spun it, it was still murder. The question was, did I care?
It didn't matter if I did or not, soon I'll be in Riften, with no gold to get back to Windhelm. Either I become a murderer or a begger. Not much for profit any way I see it.
I focused on my surroundings. We were in the midpoint in our journey, close to the hotsprings. The driver stayed clear of the giant camp neer the road, but I could still see the wreakage of the recent travelers caravan: Bodies of darkelves strewn over the rocks, silver and bronze cutlary tossed about the road, pieces of broken wood and bent metal. I gulped.
"Not a pretty sight?" stated my driver. We watched as the giants lumbered around their camp, guarding a small hoard of treasure.
"Not at all," I agreed.
"I heard that Aloven slays giants just for the fun of it." sighed the driver, "Makes me wish he were here now"
"Who's Aloven?" I asked, wondering who could be strong enough to slay such fearsome creatures.
"Have you been hideing under the stone? 'Who is Aloven?' she asks me..."He grumbled a little, "And I thought you beggers knew gossip. Aloven is the Dragonborn!"
"Dragonborn," I repeated. I have heard of the Dragonborn, the legendary user of the Voice, the taker of the souls of dragonkind. The bards often told of the tale, a popular legend among Nords, "Aloven is an odd name for a Nord."
"Didn't say he were a Nord, did I?" growled the driver, "No, he is a Dark elf oddly enough. Probibly a slap in the face to the people of Skyrim."
"The gods are funny that way," I replied, "They made a Khajiit the Nereverine, didn't they. Also had a Bosmeri prisoner become the Hero of Cyridil. I supose they have a flair for ironey."
I froze when a great roar ripped through the sky. The driver skiddid to a stop and we both surveyed the area. A large, copper dragon rose from the horizon, bellowing and bealching flames in the sky. The beast came right for us. I jumped from the carrage and hid behind a large bolder.
"Mara preserve me." Cried the driver. He lept from his post and tried to make a run for it. The dragon, as quick as lightning ,swooped down from the sky and plucked him from the ground with its maw. Terror of what I had whitnessed froze me to the spot.
The dragon leasurely lowered onto the ground. I was sure the beast spotted me, he came closer to where I hid. I prayed to whatever gods would listen, hopeing for a loophole, an escape rout. I once heared that Khajiit were not fools, that we always had a knack for finding a way to get out of trouble. All of the ones who died in battle had a plan of escape, failed to use it, and died saying 'damn'.
Think Kasirra, think.
The dragon lifted his head to sniff the air. I hear the subtle swish of wind and an ebony arrow protruded out of the dragon's neck. The beast let out a bellow of outrage and took to the sky, the gust from his take off knocked me back a few feet. I heard heavy footfalls aproach me. In the sunlight stood a handsome darkelf clad in armor straight out of the fires of Oblivion. His red eyes were wide and alert as he gave me his hand to help me up.
"Can you wield a weapon?" He asked.
"Against a dragon?" I replied, a little shocked.
"We either fight the beast or we both die, now can you fight or not?" Demanded the dark elf.
"Bow and arrow," I stated quickly, and he handed me his ebony bow and a quiver of arrows just as black. The dragon circled overhead, as if it was deciding weather or not we were worth the trouble.
"Armor?" propted the dark elf.
"Anything light?" I asked. I hardly had any experence manuvering in leather, but I never once took on the burdon of heavy armor. Out of his pack, the dark elf pulled out a suit of leather armor.
"Put it on quickly" He said, tossing the armor at me, "I'm going to try and draw him to me, you find a high ledge and start shooting at him."
"I understand" I replied. He shot off and the dragon persued him. I quickly dressed in the armor and took his bow and arrows in hand. I heard the clash of metal on scales combined with roars from both the dragon and the elf warrior. They fought neer the side of a rock face. Gathering whatever courage I could muster, I climed to the top of the rocks. I had perfect view of the fight.
I drew the bow and notched my first arrow. It missed the dragon's head, landing in the dust. I was just a little bit rusty. I shot another arrow, this time I aimed for the scaly creature's neck. Again I missed, but I did hit the dragon right in its glowing eye. He let out a pained shriek and blindly shot a colomn of burning fire in the air. The dark elf took advantage of the dragons half blind state and he plunged his ragged dagger in the beast' throat. The creature struggled for a few seconds more, and than was still.
I climed quickly down, excited that I helped slay a dragon. I paused in shock when the dragon caught fire and burned to the bone. Light and flame emmiting from the beast and swirled around the dark elf as if he were absorbing the dragon's very soul.
And then it hit me, I can't believe I didn't see it before. No sane person would just go out and fight a dragon.
"You...you are..." I was at a loss for words.
"Aloven Anelos," He answered with a slight bow, "And you did quite well with the dragon. Rare that someone would help like that. Usualy they just took my gifts and ran away."
"You are the dragonborn!" I gasped, gathering my wits. I couldn't believe my luck. Alovan nodded at me.
"Yes, yes I am the dragonborn. So on and so forth, blah blah blah. But you havn't introduced yourself"
I felt heat rush to my face, and I was greatfull for the fur that covered it. "My name is Kasirra, I'm a begger from the streets of Windhelm"
He laughed and shook his head, "You are no begger. I have never seen a begger run to fight a dragon or use a bow with fair accuracy."
I laughed a little too, "It wasn't like I was born a begger. I worked for a Khajitti merchants caravan. We came all the way from Elswere to seek our fortune. I just came to learn the merchant trade, but I had some training as an acrobat."
"If you were so skillfull, then tell me how you ended up as a 'begger'?" He had an amused glint in his eye.
"Lets just say I like moonsugar, and lets just say that I took some that didn't truely belong to me." I paused at his grin, sighed and continued, "And lets just say one did not apreciate me taking his sweets. We Khajiit can be a territorial lot, yes?"
He nodded a little, "But I am not sure why a begger from Windhelm would be fighting dragons out in the wilderness."
"Not like I had much of a choice, you threw items at me and demanded that I fight" I grumbled, "I was on my way to Riften when you're scaly problem picked me up"
"Riften, eh? Then we have a similar goal. You wouldn't mind some company, would you?"
"Can't turn down the Dragonborn, can I?" I said.
He started to lead and I followed to his side.
This was a hard chapter to write. I wasn't sure how to paint the picture I wanted to paint. I hope you like this chapter. Please read and Review.