A Death In The Family

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Death In the family

Three weeks later

I watched as they took Kristal's body for cremation; I never understood why she wanted to be cremated. No one could take her powers even if she were dead, right?

12 hours later

I sat in my bed. I didn't sleep, I couldn't sleep, not after what happened. I needed to figure out who Claw was. He did kill one of my only friends, after all.

I tried to recount the memories of the scene. It was painful. I need to think of anything! cmon, cmon, cm- No. Oh, Gladekeeper. No, no no, no, no no! That goddamn potion!

He took it. It... removes any Dragonborne's abilities. I got out of my bed. I needed to go back to the scene. I flinched at those words; 3 weeks wasn't enough to mourn.

15 minutes

I looked at the building; it was large (that's what she said), about 3 stories. It was meant to be a community house for the most important people. And...I was going to have to live in it in a few days. In the same room Kristal lived in.

It feels like someone is getting revenge on me for something I didn't even do. I could've protected her, but I was a wimp! I was a little intimidated and left her behind. I let her die. It's MY fault. Gods, I wish that I could figure everything out now. This wasn't a black-and-white mystery; it had a gray that I had to search for.

I stood outside the door as if I was waiting for it to be opened for me. Then, taking a deep breath, I walked in. The room was standard, with no bloodstains. So this isn't the room she died. I had to repeat the phrase a few times to believe it.

Walking around the room, I could see many things; her black hood, which she used to wear all the time, a wing decoration, blue, absolutely majestic, and a black goo, well, that was new. Me, being an absolute dumbass, I touched the black gooey stuff. What was this, demon cum?

Spoiler alert: It wasn't demon cum, sadly

No effect, weird. I put it into a vial to store for later. I'll look through my books to see if it relates to anything later. I plopped some of my stuff down next to some boxes, presumably Kristals things. I sank, back facing the wall. I cried for hours, but it was less than 30 minutes.

Everythung is okay, right?

Everything was fine until I heard a knock at the door. The person knocking is Kristal's husband.

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