AN: I'm not dead. Now, please give me your rage! Brianna moved over the summer, and Dick wants to focus on school right now, but you'll still get their points of view. I'm just going to be writing from them. Thankfully, Dick got at least part of his down before he decided to be responsible.

Previously: "Bleak Falls Barrow, of course." Brianna said, smiling.

Italicized is thoughts.

Alauna's POV

Exercise is hard. Why the fuck is exercise so fucking hard? I mean, just, why?! 'We should make sure we're ready before we go up there guys!' Why did I say that? Why?! God, I regret everything!

I thought as I ran around Riverwood for the… I don't know, twelfth time? The heavy armor on my chest and feet slowed me down considerably, and made it hard to breath. I wasn't a stranger to exhaustion, anyone who had a sport in high school will tell you that, but damn it…

Why did running have to be so hard?! I'm glad I mentioned that we'd only been in Skyrim for a little over 13 days when we decided we were ready. Let's wait until we've been here at least a month! Fuck my life! If I'm this out of breath when I've only been running around the town then I'll be useless in a fight. Turns out all that fat we lost was just from basic fucking exercise and eating better! Well, eating things that weren't preserved in or had contact with chemicals. Which is borderline impossible for a city. Fuck running is hard!

I sucked in another deep breath as I passed the entrance to Riverwood for the… I don't know. I still don't fucking know. I'm doing endurance running right now. Why am I even attempting to count?! My lungs shuddered and I stopped, going off to the side of the path. Didn't want to have another asthma attack here. Not after I told Alvor that it wasn't really a danger.

I focused, my eyes closed, trying to get some air into my fucking lungs when I heard footsteps coming toward me. Two sets, one light the other heavy. Both carrying loads… Oh my fucking god no.

"Well if it isn't the little kitty cat. How are you doing today kitty?" The voice of the person currently on the top of my 'to kill' list spoke. And was promptly ignored. The best way to get your enemy to leave you alone was to not acknowledge their existence at all. In my experience anyway. Wait, why am I even saying he's an enemy? He's not an enemy, he's just an ass! Enemies get respect! He gets none. Nothing is what that bastard gets!

"Come on Sven, leave her alone. We have work to do and for once I don't have to carry your load." The other voice said. A smile pulled at my face but I forced it down. Ah yes. Faendal, one of the few people in this ramshackle excuse for a town, because this place is not a town, that wasn't a douche. He was one of the few people currently on my 'shower with gifts as soon as possible' list.

"What do you mean 'leave her alone'? She's an outsider and a cripple. She should be dead!" Sven said. The urge to correct his use of the word 'cripple' rose but I clenched my jaw and didn't say anything. After all, that's what I was to them. Cripple was the correct term.

"I'm an outsider too Sven. Not very many Bosmer live here. And I have shaky hands. Do I deserve this too? You should be complimenting her for living this long." Faendal questioned. Now I did smile. Good old Faendal. Always the one to stand up for others. I heard Sven mumble something and stomp away, the wood clanking together as he left. He'd be back later though. He probably just didn't want to get into a fight right now, what with my sword skills improving so much. And an orc on my side. Dick may be a lazy guy but he got shit done. Wow that was an oxymoron.

Faendal shrugged his shoulders to adjust his pile, watching Sven go. I walked forward a bit and patted his shoulder before putting my hands on my knees to rest. Couldn't really talk right now. Wouldn't try. Learned that lesson the hard way in wrestling class.

A wave of homesickness hit me and I swallowed. They're okay. They know you're alive. I reminded myself. You each send messages with your Facebooks at least once every three days. You still have full conversations with them.

That's not the problem though. The other side of my mind so helpfully responded. The problem is that you want to go back. Back to the overbearing mother and douchebag father. At least they cared about you. At least they know you exist.

Shut the fuck up. The people here know I exist. They just don't care. Big difference. And I have two friends here with me. And now's not the time to argue, asshole. We have shit to do.

But I wanna argue.

I wanna argue too. No one here can really hold a conversation.

"You know, if you just beat him up he'd stop messing with you." Faendal said. His comment made me wheeze out a laugh and I stood slowly. My lungs burned in protest and my head felt like lead. Faendal stared at me, concerned. Maybe. Elves are hard to read. The eyes were always so small. "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." I panted. "Just… a little winded. I think. I'm not gonna have another attack if that's what you mean." I responded. He nodded, seeming to not believe me.

I felt myself begin to get angry, my fur beginning to stand on end, but I caught myself. I couldn't really blame him. Asthma was apparently a big thing here, something not many survived. Hell, when I had my attack, the first in years, it scared everyone.

Alvor wanted me to stop smithing practice, worried about the smoke. Delphine started slipping health potions in my food. Which I got onto her about. Those things are disgusting. Sven's bullshit got even worse because I really should be dead according to them. But Faendal started sticking up for me. It was pity, but at least it was positive.

Brianna and Dick just helped me recover and moved on their way. They had lived with people that'd had asthma and knew I wouldn't want them to stick around. I thanked them for it. Being the center of attention for so long, hours after the attack happened, had gotten suffocating.

Faendal moved to leave, turning away and adjusting his pile again.

"Hey wait!" I called to him. He turned to me, questioning. I think. "I know about that letter you wrote to Camilla, the one impersonating Sven." He froze, and then turned around continuing on his way.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said. I ran after him, stumbling a bit from the armor laying my hand on his shoulder. He stopped and looked down at me, his lips turned down just the slightest bit.

"Bullshit you don't know what I'm talking about! You wrote a letter, a letter in which you impersonated Sven, to get Camilla Valerius's heart. I know about it, and you don't need to know how I know about it. All you need to know is that if you get the letter to me, I'll get it to Camilla." I finished with a friendly smile, upturned lips and shining eyes. Feandal shifted from foot to foot. He stared at me, unsure. At least, I thought so. Again, elves are hard to read.

"How did you know about the note?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and sighed, letting go of his shoulder. Did he not get it? I mean, it was obvious to me how I knew about it, but I can't tell him that, can I? 'I know because you're from a videogame and/or a different dimension that my friends and I got sucked into. Yeah, we're aliens.' Like that'd blow over well.

"Look, you don't need to know how I know. I already said that to you. I said I'd get the note to Camilla. How is that not enough for you?" I asked. He shifted again before he looked into my eyes. "Well?" I asked.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter, and with shaky fingers handed it to me. I took it from him, holding it in my hand firmly.

"I'm trusting you with a lot, you know that right?" He asked. I nodded, putting the letter into my pants.

"By tomorrow morning Camilla Valerius will be swooning in your arms!" I replied. He nodded before he turned back to his work, and I ran toward the middle of the small town, my armor changing with each step I took. I headed toward where Dick was at, the tavern. He was reading on Brianna's phone today, trying to learn more about the history of the continent. Probably trying to see if there were any weed substitutes too.

I entered the tavern and saw him hunched over at our usual table. The few other people there sat far away from him, giving him his space. I walked over, patting him on the shoulder as I sat down. He grunted lightly to acknowledge I was there before he returned to reading.

"I want you to do something." I said. He didn't like being dragged around so I got straight to the point.

"What?" He asked.

"Remember that quest to get Faendal as a follower? Well, I just did it. Problem is if I deliver the letter then Camilla's gonna know. So, I need you to do it." I answered. He sniffed and turned the page on whatever he was reading. I leaned over his shoulder, craning my neck to see what he was reading. A page on the flora and fauna of Skyrim shown from the tiny screen. I blinked a couple times. Please tell me he wasn't doing what I thought he was doing earlier.

"Dick."

"Yeah?"

"Are you looking for a marijuana substitute?"

"…Maybe."

"God damn it Dick!" I shouted playfully, cuffing him over the back of the head. He laughed and batted my hands away, scooting over a bit so he'd be out of range.

"Come on, don't act like you don't want some!" He said, batting my hands away when I scooted closer.

"One time! I smoke weed one time with my inhaler on hand and everyone acts like I'm some rebel!" I said, snatching the phone from his large hands. Dick had gotten a lot bigger since we came here. So had Brianna. Both orcs and high elves were tall races, so they had a lot of growing to do. Khajit, on the other hand, were short. So no growth spurts for me, unfortunately. They both towered over me now.

I peered down at the phone, a smile on my face, and the stats of the enemy wolf glared up at me.

"I've also been looking into enemy stats. Mostly animals. I mean, most of the things from the game still work so why wouldn't this? We're gonna be going to Bleak Falls soon, so, I mean, we may as well know what we're facing." He said. I hummed and shook my head approvingly.

"Nice. Glad to see you're doing something besides training and hunting. How has your reading been coming along?" I asked. He looked away from me. "Dick?"

"I still can't read." He said.

"Dick!" I shouted. A few of the people in the tavern looked at me disapprovingly and I raised my eyebrow at them. They were loud all the time. They don't get to tell me to be quiet.

"What! I'm not smart. I can't remember all the bullshit!" He shouted back. I sighed.

"Dude it's practically English without all the little marks we have to deal with." I said.

"Yeah, but that's what's wrong! I didn't read when I had free time back on earth. Why do you think I'll read now?" He said, lowering his voice so others wouldn't hear.

"Because our lives depend on being able to see what other people say about us. People can send out hitmen. You're the one at most risk here." I stated blankly. He opened his mouth for another retort, but then he closed it. Looking back down at the phone he pouted and turned the page again.

"Hey don't sulk. Look, I'll help you out after you deliver the letter. I don't really like tutoring but our lives really do depend on us and us alone." I said. Dick shrugged his shoulders silently. I patted him on the back reassuringly.

"Sure. Give me the letter and I'll go." He said. I took the letter out of my pants and handed it to him. He stood up, giving me the phone, and walked out of the door. I leaned back in my seat and went to google. The mission was in good hands, so I was going to learn more smithing techniques. Maybe I could learn how to make wires.

Dick's POV

I walked out of the tavern, and headed down to the store. Which was, like, right next door. How the hell is this place called a town?

"God this place is so boring." I mumbled to myself before I walked into the shop. Camilla was in her seat. Not doing anything. Like every other day. Lazy bitch… Don't know what they saw in her. Besides the looks I mean. I gave her the letter and moved to leave. Before I got out I said over my shoulder, "And that's from Sven, just by the way."

I stood outside the shop and sighed. What the hell am I gonna do now? Alauna has the phone and like I have no chance of getting laid… And Brianna's at work. "AHH I'm so bored… need something to do." I looked around for someone interesting to talk to. There was like no on in the street besides Sven's bitch mother. Don't know why I looked everyone was always at work here. "Everyone here is so boring…"

I started off on my own running as fast as I could to the forest. I mean, if there was nothing to do around town I could just kill something. If it wasn't too fucked up I could skin it and sell it. Getting a little extra cash was good. I stopped at a tall pine tree and pulled my sword out of its sheath. It was a short sword, steel. I'd made it myself and it was great. Still not as great as a knife though.

"I wish I had a bigger sword. Or had my dagger on me." I shrugged and swung my sword a couple of times. Whatever. I didn't have it with me so fuck it. I could start carrying it on me when I got back. I yawned and got into a crouch. Some hunting would make me not bored. Looking down at the ground, I checked to see if there was any tracks.

There were some wolf tracks. Kneeling down I looked closer at them. They were pretty fresh. The wolves looked like they might be an hour away. Maybe I could hunt some wolves? We'd never hunted wolves alone before. I mean, Brianna said it was a thing only a dumbass would do cause wolves hunted together. But wolf pelts got more money cause of that.

I stood up and scratched my nose. Yeah I should hunt some wolves. I had a healing spell so if they bit somewhere important I could just heal it. No big.

I went off to look for the wolves. After about an hour of looking for them I found them. There was a black one, a brown one, and a dark grey one. I smiled and crouched low in some bushes so they wouldn't see me. My tracking skills were getting better. I actually got the time right.

The closest wolf, a black one, yawned from the spot it was laying. I could just run up and cut its head off. Or I could… Naw, I was just gonna chop its head off.

Moving quickly, I pushed all my weight forward and rushed out of the bushes I was hiding in. The wolves turned, scared, and bared their teeth. But before they could try to bite me I cut the head off the one I was aiming at.

The other two rushed me, and the brown one bit me in the arm, but I threw it off and hit the grey one with the back of my sword before it could bite my calf.

The brown one was stunned, and I raised my sword high to kill it, but a roar in the distance made me stop. What the fuck was that? A dragon?

The two wolves got up and ran away, yelping. Oh hell no! You're mine bitches, I want my pay! Before I could rush after them the stomping behind me made me turn. A brown troll shoved through the trees and roared loudly before it spotted me.

I got into stance. This fucker cost me money! I'd have to take his skin back instead. Well, his fat I guess. Whatever the fuck, I was taking his head! I mean, it was only a troll! I fought trolls in game all the time! No big.

The troll ran forward and tried to strike me with its claws. I rolled out of the way and hit its side with my sword. The wound bled for a second before it healed in front of me.

Oh yeah. Healing powers. Forgot 'bout those. The troll moved to claw me again and I was to slow to move. Five deep gashes ran down my back and fire licked my skin.

"Fuck!" A screech of pain got out of my mouth and I stumbled backward. Summoning a fire spell, I thrust my hand forward and let it hit the troll while I kept moving backward.

The troll started to slow down. It roared in pain as its fur burned off. I coughed from the horrible smell. Thank god. And then the troll ran into a tree, catching it on fire. Shit! I turned and ran to the river, my back still burning. I ran for a while, spotting the river. But then I got hit again. The animal's claws scraped something important. Something in my back.

I fell to the ground, the pain in my back catching me off guard. I turned over, protecting the wound.

A giant, covered in fire, stared down at me. Its three eyes rolled around and glinted with hatred. It roared and I froze. This thing was gonna kill me. I was gonna die today. This was it.

An arrow shot the demon in its third eye and it fell to the ground. I didn't look away. If it was still alive I'd need to know.

Third Person

Brianna sprinted forward and got between Dick and the troll. She stared down at it, before glancing backwards to check on Dick. The orcs eyes were blank and blood was beginning to pool around him.

The troll was still on fire, sending a sour stench through the air. Dick began coughing but didn't move. Brianna covered her nose and started kicking dirt over the dead animal. Troll fat is flammable right? Wasn't there something about that in the game? She thought.

Dick continued to stare at the animal. His mind was quiet, not a stray thought besides the fact that the thing that almost killed him was still there. He couldn't take his eyes away.

The sparks from the tree that caught fire started to float through the air. One of them floated in front of Brianna, and she looked over to the forest. An orange glow assaulted her eyes, visible even in the sunlight. Smoke started to rise from the trees.

"Fuck." Brianna snarled. She leaned down on one knee, getting on Dick's level. "Hey Dick we gotta go." Dick didn't respond. His eyes were glassy. Brianna shook his shoulder. "Hey." No response. "Hey!" Nothing.

She slapped his back, aggravating his wounds. He jerked, flailing.

"Fuck! Ah!" He screamed. She snatched his arms and hauled him to his feet. He stumbled, still shaking from the pain, but moved forward.

"Get the fuck up, we gotta go!" Brianna screamed. The heat from the fire was hitting them now, caressing their skin in pulsing waves.

Brianna put Dick's left arm over her shoulders and began to drag him off. He stumbled, trying to keep up with her while they headed for the river. As they got nearer to the crossing bridge they heard shouting.

Alauna ran up to them, a bucket in her hands full of water. She stopped in front of them, setting the bucket down. She heaved Dick's other shoulder onto her smaller frame.

"What the fuck happened?!" She screeched. Brianna frowned, worried, as her hand slipped on his back and felt flayed flesh.

"He ran into a troll." She shouted over the noise. As they hobbled into the town Alvor ran up to them. The orange glow of the forest cast deep shadows over his face, making his fear more prevalent.

"What happened?" He asked. He took Dick's arm from Alauna before they could answer, and she ran back to the bridge. The two carried Dick to the house and laid him on the table. Alvor ran downstairs into his basement while Brianna tried to comfort Dick.

Brianna's POV

I ran my hands gently over Dick's wounds, trying to see how deep they were. The marks ran right through his leather armor and deep into his back. Flaps of flesh hung from his- was that bone? When I drew them back they were covered in blood. Dick panted and shivered. His skin was so cold, yet he was sweating. I looked down at the blood on my hands. What the hell was I supposed to do?

A stomping from the basement made me look away from my friend. Alvor came back up with a bucket in his hands. He took a rag, string, and needle out of it before he handed it to me. He turned Dick's head to the side and glanced back at me before grabbing a bottle of potion.

"Get water from the river!" He ordered. I heard him from a distance, but understood the gist of what he said. I tried to move my legs. I tried again. I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? Dick needs my help but I can't-

A sharp pain in my face brought me back. My eyes turned down, staring at Alvor. His face was ice, but his eyes were fire.

"Water. River. Now."

I don't think I'd ran faster in my life.

AN: And there we go! Due to the fact that I'm the only one writing on this right now, updates will come faster. How long did I leave this alone? 6 months? 8? Yeah, that won't happen again until semester tests.