They're putting us in the arena tomorrow. I heard the guards say so. And as I sit in my cell, staring at the wall, all I can do is wonder what will happen within that arena. Who will live? Who will die? Its impossible to know. I still don't know who all is here with me, or if I am alone. I hope I am alone. But I know it is never that easy. I fear that I'm not the only Companion here, so I'd bet I'm not the only one.
I think time goes by. They bring some food, dried meat, some cheese, some bread, and water. I sit down in the farthest corner of my cell, and I just stare off into space as I force myself to eat. If they've given us food, then they must think we are going to die tomorrow.
I might die tomorrow.
If that is so, then let me go to Sovngarde, not the Hunting Grounds. But I am still a werewolf. So I have no choice, dying as one will send me to Hircine.
I keep repeating myself in my mind.
I am Red Meridwulf. I am a Nord werewolf. I was raised by my brother, Juinare Meridwulf. I do not know where he is. I'm trapped in here, with the Silver Hand as my captors. They are putting me in an arena tomorrow, where I might die. Or I may be fighting for survival regardless of if it is a fight to the death or not. How will I get out of this, I do not know.
Suddenly, the door to my cell opens up. I stand up, ready to fight, as I shift into my fighting stance. The female Nord that stands there glares at me, aiming her bow and arrow at me, the arrow tip is right at my heart.
"Sit the fuck down," she snarls.
I hate myself for listening to her commands. I do sit, and I look at her. She's shorter than I am, with light bronze skin like mine, and short, dark hair. She stares at me, then clears her throat.
"Tomorrow, the arena will be where we each watch you take your final stand. You have no choice in the matter, as you will face off against what we put in the arena, and if you do survive, you will face off against who else survives. Then, you will fight go the death. Good luck."
She turns and leaves, and I sink into a laying position on the ground. I close my eyes, and feel tears leak down my face. I do not care anymore, I cry.
Who else is here? Who will I have to fight? I don't know. But I am now more scared than I was before. How do I stop this? How do I fight this?
It's simple, you don't.
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Skyrim's Saviors
FanfictionThe people of Skyrim are in need of a savior. Years after Alduin the World-Eater was defeated, the Dragonborn, a Nord woman named Ularik Stormcloak, vanished. No one has seen her since she defeated the dragon in Sovngarde. But what happens when the...
