Elekbe
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"Whether or not I can say I know where I am going isn't certain, because I don't. I am only me... but I know--"
The thoughts were interrupted when Liella woke. She swallowed a hard, dry knot in her throat that didn't want to go down almost making her gag. She placed a hand to her pounding head, vision blurring in and out as the sun glared down on her half squinted eyes. She didn't even remember the thoughts that were being rehearsed in her mind at the end of her dream, really. She says a lot of things to herself in a half awake, half asleep state of consciousness that she always forgets. Taking the same weak hand, shaking and mustering as much strength as she could to pinch the temples of each of her forehead the pounding of her headache set in as she began to massage circles with her fingers on each side.
"It's not time for this," She cried inside her head, the thought echoing into a empty wasteland of mental space. "What the fluff happened to me..."
(current clothing choice on character - not character herself)
(It's easier for me to write my story by providing visual examples of clothing, scenes, people, etc from the game to give a better picture of what I am trying to share... a little lazy, sorry about that, but I write these for fun and to escape. So, you will will see many visual examples throughout the story to give a better idea of details.)
The last thing she remembered was a sword in her hands, a healing potion, and three Thalmor guards from Northwatch Keep ganging up on her before she tried to run for it and it all went black. She tried to lean up, but then she screamed out in agony with tears pressing down her cheeks. Black hair muffled up with leaves and dirt from the forest surroundings being her temporary bed. In the moment of that "two second" leaning, she saw the glass arrow she was shot with firmly placed in the side of her abdomen. She could taste the iron on her tongue, and she felt the "sweet burning bliss" of the pain being inflicted upon her abrasions over each arm. Her blue Colovian dress was ripped and tattered in various places showing the visible signs of the struggle she had encountered as she ran and fought for her life. There was one brown merchant's boot on her left foot, and the one on her right foot was missing altogether. The steel dagger that defended her had been dropped a few feet away stained pure crimson in another's blood. Her thighs were revealed in the large patches torn open from the tumble down the hillside that commenced after being shot in the abdomen, and then again in the thigh. She had scrapes and bruises and dirt stains over every visible piece of skin available. Who knows how much blood had left her body, or if the wounds decided to start healing around the arrows in her flesh. Was she still bleeding out? At this point she had no answers or understanding.
"I need to..." She choked out, leaning up again to try and reach for the dagger flung a few paces away. She screamed even louder this time as she felt the arrow sear further into her flesh with every movement. "AGH!" Her painful cry echoed through the tree tops, and birds flew in the wake of the bustling noise escaping with alarm by the canopy above. "This is it, this is how it all ends, two arrows and a run for my life! And to live for what?! Go to Skyrim, they said, make your fortune as a merchant they said! All of this travel, just to be abducted by Thalmor guards because I had a Talos amulet for sale!" She coughed, blood coming from her mouth, very aware she was complaining to herself. She had no clue where she even was at this point in time but knew it was far enough from Northwatch Keep for the Thalmor to stop looking for her. They probably thought after two arrows and falling down a short cliff that her life was done in a second. Her vision began to fade in and out again. "And I don't even worship..." She moaned out, high pitched, her head turning to the side as she slipped into unconsciousness once again.
The thoughts were interrupted when Liella woke. She swallowed a hard, dry knot in her throat that didn't want to go down almost making her gag. She placed a hand to her pounding head, vision blurring in and out as the sun glared down on her half squinted eyes. She didn't even remember the thoughts that were being rehearsed in her mind at the end of her dream, really. She says a lot of things to herself in a half awake, half asleep state of consciousness that she always forgets. Taking the same weak hand, shaking and mustering as much strength as she could to pinch the temples of each of her forehead the pounding of her headache set in as she began to massage circles with her fingers on each side.
"It's not time for this," She cried inside her head, the thought echoing into a empty wasteland of mental space. "What the fluff happened to me..."
(It's easier for me to write my story by providing visual examples of clothing, scenes, people, etc from the game to give a better picture of what I am trying to share... a little lazy, sorry about that, but I write these for fun and to escape. So, you will will see many visual examples throughout the story to give a better idea of details.)
The last thing she remembered was a sword in her hands, a healing potion, and three Thalmor guards from Northwatch Keep ganging up on her before she tried to run for it and it all went black. She tried to lean up, but then she screamed out in agony with tears pressing down her cheeks. Black hair muffled up with leaves and dirt from the forest surroundings being her temporary bed. In the moment of that "two second" leaning, she saw the glass arrow she was shot with firmly placed in the side of her abdomen. She could taste the iron on her tongue, and she felt the "sweet burning bliss" of the pain being inflicted upon her abrasions over each arm. Her blue Colovian dress was ripped and tattered in various places showing the visible signs of the struggle she had encountered as she ran and fought for her life. There was one brown merchant's boot on her left foot, and the one on her right foot was missing altogether. The steel dagger that defended her had been dropped a few feet away stained pure crimson in another's blood. Her thighs were revealed in the large patches torn open from the tumble down the hillside that commenced after being shot in the abdomen, and then again in the thigh. She had scrapes and bruises and dirt stains over every visible piece of skin available. Who knows how much blood had left her body, or if the wounds decided to start healing around the arrows in her flesh. Was she still bleeding out? At this point she had no answers or understanding.
"I need to..." She choked out, leaning up again to try and reach for the dagger flung a few paces away. She screamed even louder this time as she felt the arrow sear further into her flesh with every movement. "AGH!" Her painful cry echoed through the tree tops, and birds flew in the wake of the bustling noise escaping with alarm by the canopy above. "This is it, this is how it all ends, two arrows and a run for my life! And to live for what?! Go to Skyrim, they said, make your fortune as a merchant they said! All of this travel, just to be abducted by Thalmor guards because I had a Talos amulet for sale!" She coughed, blood coming from her mouth, very aware she was complaining to herself. She had no clue where she even was at this point in time but knew it was far enough from Northwatch Keep for the Thalmor to stop looking for her. They probably thought after two arrows and falling down a short cliff that her life was done in a second. Her vision began to fade in and out again. "And I don't even worship..." She moaned out, high pitched, her head turning to the side as she slipped into unconsciousness once again.