Okay, last chapter, SHORT! I heard some people enjoyed it though. I will be getting new ideas from close school friends. So far, as I know of, 3 of my closest friends keep track of this story. This chapter, I hope, will be longer. I run out of time and rush, sometimes. I might, instead, work on chapters every 2 days like the first one. That one is the longest. Anyways, Stay Dark!

The room was dark, and silent. All that lay still was the bags, crates, and chests. The air was cold, and suffocating. Dust flew around within the room, covering anything it could. The windows fogged. If you even tried brushing away the fog, it would form back within an instant. The cold frost seeped through the walls, and snow blew in each time the door was opened, which seemed fairly less often than it should. Mold grew around the edge of the boards and a disgusting smell haunted the air. The whole mix was just hell.

"Get ta' thar' shed! We ben' needin' more coal fer' hours!" an obviously brute man called from outside. The voice was just clear enough to make out what it said from within the shed.

"I'm workin' on it," a female barbaric voice threw words out to the man.

"Get yer' ass out thar' then!"

Two shadows roamed aimlessly around the room. They struggled around to find something. A place to hide? Maybe an object. Nevertheless, they both scrambled through the bunch of bags and crates and chests.

In an instant, one shadow remained. Clueless of where to go, stood there hopelessly.

"Hide, Alice!" whispered a woman.

The shadow, Alice, just stood there. A heavy grin formed on her face. She knew what she was going to do. It was the thing she did best.

Bustling in, came the barbaric women. Her frostbitten face swelled out as she threw off her helmet, "I need ter' find it, ther' coal," she breathed heavily and restlessly. The women looked up after falling down her hands to her knees. She used her knees as balance for her upper body, while she caught her breath in the moment. Looking up, she saw another women, Alice. To the women's surprise, Alice charged toward her. She would die.

Alice grabbed her mace and swung it around. It hit the woman's face, cracking some teeth and leaving a deep cut within her cheek. The woman staggered from the blow, and got to her feet. The woman took out an axe and chopped it down to Alice's knees. Alice felt herself collapse in the instant. Alice grabbed her knee, she had a jolt of pain move up to the source, and a loud painful yell escaped her mouth. The woman used the but of her axe and nailed it right in Alice's stomach, making Alice roll to her side in even more pain. She tried reaching for her mace, but the pain was killing her. She struggled, grasping her fingers around it just in time to swing it up and block the next hit.

The hit was rejected, and the force of the block swung the axe out of her hand, across the room, and dig into the wall. Alice threw her mace at the woman's forehead and she fell back, dead from the impact. Alice had killed her.

"Alice!" Alianor shrieked! Why didn't she help?

Putting on the helmet that lay upon the ground, Alice got up and looked to Alianor, "I'm not Alice," she winked.

Alice would disguise herself as the female warrior and sneak in to the ice fortress to figure out Doben's plans. Being disguised, she'd also have to make sure her cover was not blown. She would have to make herself that woman! The voice. The accent. The weapon. Alice would leave her mace behind with Alianor.

"So, you want to just bust in there and find out the whole plan?" Alianor questioned.

"Well yeah. That is what we are here for, right?"

"Yes, but what about me?"

Alice thought a bit. It was a duo mission, wasn't it? She breathed slightly, "You'll stay here and watch for anyone coming in. I don't want them to find that woman's body, and I don't want them to know we're here, either."

Alice dressed herself in Doben armor. Thank goodness it fit! Getting ready, saying goodbye to her mace for bit, taking a bag of coal, and making sure Alianor would be alright, she left.

The ice cold winds struck Alice head on. This not only made her become extremely chilly, it also made her unable to walk through the snow easy. As if walking through snow was hard enough, the winds just beat down harder. They had to still be in Skyrim, but so far north that it was nearly impossible to survive, not even a Nord, though Alice was not. It nearly became a struggle for her to make it to the fortress.

Trying to keep her eyes peeled, Alice marched on. Snow and tiny ice shards flew into her eyes. This helmet covered every part of her face, but her eyes. No matter, she still had the high chance of frostbite.

It seemed as though hours had passed by, and Alice could still not make her way to the fortress. Even then, she had many doubts that it would be any warmer in there. It was made of ice.

If it wasn't bad enough, after the huge walk, knowing she wasn't even halfway there, the bag of coal began to weigh her down. It tired her. Wishing she had a horse, she began to slow herself down.

"I- I cannot do this," she breathed heavily, unable to get enough oxygen in her lungs. It was hard to take in the thing air this cold produced.

Alice thought about K'Joor, Dark, and the rest of the gang. She had to push on in order to get back to them. Taking the bag of coal with her, still, she stood straight, positive, and stronger than ever, and began to march in the deep white horizon ahead of her. She knew she must make it.

The sound of industry rang in her ears. Bells, hammers, steam, and shouting echoed throughout the bustling fortress Alice had arrived at. she looked at all the workers around her. They all wore the same armor every Doben follower had worn. Some shivered bitterly within the cold of this hell. Others sweated tears from sacrificing work. Many seemed not phased by the cold. It was terrible.

Alice walked in the fortress. It was greetingly warm. She could almost melt away. Smoke and steam filled her lungs, pushing the horrid gas out of her system, she breathed helplessly. It was better than not breathing at all. Looking around, Alice began to notice that it was not ice this fortress was made of, but stone. The steam must have formed the ice shell around it. Fooling disguise.

"Thar' you ar!" a brute called, "Ben' hours, now where's thar' coal?"

Alice skittishly handed the man the bag of coal.

"No words? Hmph! Seems thar' cold got ta' ya'"

She utterly mimicked the accent of the woman, "Ya'! That snow can get ya'"

The man squinted his eyes at Alice. He knew something was strange. with a nod he said, "follow me!"

The man hustled and bustled around machinery. Coal was dashed and tossed around like candy at a parade! He stopped to talk to a few working men, give orders, and command stations, but he would always continue towards something. He led them through a small kitchen area with stove heated by heat or charcoal or coal. She so wanted to grab a bite, but was quickly tugged away by the man to a huge open area. Ladders and balconies were hammered into the walls. Workers mined, crafted, and walked in many directions. Little stations were set up for people to make and shape tools and devices. A large furnace lay deep in the wall being powered by dozens of bags of coal or anything that could be used for power.

"Ta' bad ya' brought such a small bag o' coal. This furnace ain't gonna feed itself," The man grunted.

Alice spoke, "Ya' said get coal, didn't ya'? So I brought ya' some."

The man nodded, possibly not listening. He tossed the entire bag into the furnace and wiped his hands together.

The furnace steamed loudly and workers began to cover their ears from the high pitched noise. Alice watched everything carefully. It almost looked like a Dwemer ruin in here.

"So I forgot, what's it we makin' here?"

The man turned around to face Alice. Nose to nose he narrowed his eyes again, "Machinery, o' course! Doben is wishn' goodbye to K'Joor, n' he knows exactly what ta' do."

Trying to hide the horror within her, Alice nodded, "Oh- uh, that's right. I ben' forgettn' things lately!"

"I see," The man turned back to work, "now get hustlin' thars' work tar' be done!"

Agreeing, Alice made a flee out of the area. She looked around the area, scoping for an easy ride back to Alianor. She needed to tell everyone what had happened. How could she explain what she saw?

I am very happy about this chapter. I really like writing about the girl's adventures. Plus it's kind of cool to see this side of the case, right? Anyways, how was it? Tell me all your thoughts, concerns, and questions, please! I really enjoy feedback, and I really, really enjoy this story! Guys, and girls, Stay Dark and most importantly, stay awesome! :D