The Fool of Hearts [A Skyrim Fanfic]

Chapter Two: Attacks and Adaptations

Although short, the path to the College is deadly. Ice wolves rule the Northern part of Skyrim, as do snow bears and snowy saber cats. I'll be lucky to survive this.

Clouds blocked out the sun and snow fell on the ground. The path was still as visible as it was before the storm began, surprisingly. The snow levels always seem to stay the same. Magic, maybe?

I would've stopped for lunch, but I wanted to get to Winterhold's inn as soon as possible. It's too dangerous to be out here in a snowstorm- and at night. Instead, I pulled a load of bread and a few mammoth cheese lumps out of my sack and began to chew on them.

Almost finished with my meal, a howl could be heard behind me to the left. I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around. An ice wolf stood a few feet behind my, teeth bared. Saliva dripped from its mouth. Another appeared out of the woods, and circled around the first. It howled and lunged at me.

I drop my food and whip out my daggers, holding one in each hand.

It jumped on top of me. The force knocked me over. I looked up from lying on my back and see the ice wolf standing on top of me. I thrusted the dagger of absorption into its belly. The wolf whined and bit my right shoulder. I screamed and stabbed the wolf again, in the chest. I felt my shoulder begin to heal, absorbing the wolf's energy. The wound of my shoulder healed instantly, but was still sore. My face formed a wolffish grin as my body became energized, from the wolf, I wasn't sure, and rammed my good shoulder into the ice wolf. It fell back, dead, and I knelt. The less vocal one must have expected its friend to kill me, because it still hadn't attacked.

The wolf just stared at me.

What's it doing? I thought to myself. I just killed its friend, most likely its mate, and now it's only looking at me?

I stood up from my knees and grasped my dagger.

But the ice wolf ran away.

Ookay. That's unusual. I ran my hand through my hair and felt something...furry. Ears had appeared on the top of my head. I looked down at my dagger and noticed I also had grown claws. The dagger had caused some sort of...transformation.

I should definitely ask someone about this. Perhaps the college will have a scholar I can talk to.

After skinning the dead ice wolf and wrapping the fur in leather, I continued to make my way to Winterhold, still mysteriously with the characteristics of a wolf.

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By the time I got to The Frozen Hearth, my ears and claws obtained from the ice wolf had disappeared, luckily. The residents here might of thought I was a werewolf. I must ask Mother about this in my letter, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

I purchased a room for the night from the innkeeper and fell into bed, thinking no more of the events of my day.

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So? Any ideas what the dagger is and what it will do to Cicero? How's chapter two? (For those of you who read my first chapter two, it's taken a totally different road, I know.) Thanks for reading! I'm finally getting an idea of where it's going, so hopefully I can update more often. XD