My slender fingers gripped the rusted bars of my iron entrapment tightly, making my hands hurt. I hadn't moved from this position in what seemed like an eternity; my brows were furrowed heavily and my mouth was set in a deep snarl.
"I will get out of here... I will. Just watch me." I murmured angrily to myself, my long, chocolate-brown hair getting swept over my shoulder by an impatient flick of my wrist. Each time a guard would make his rounds past my cell, I would let out a low growl from the depths of my throat. Hatred burned from my eyes so strongly that my pupils were now hopelessly lost in a sea of fiery, liquid gold.
Another patrolman clunked noisily towards my barred door, pausing to stare at me in a teasing way. His mocking voice made the tips of my fingernails lightly pierce the skin on my palms as my vengeful gaze bore into his ugly face.
"Aww... Does the little wood elf wish to get out of prison? Is she angry with the guards for keeping her locked up in here?" He paused, his tone and face filling with disgust. He spat out his next words like frostbite venom.
"Well, TOO BAD. You should have never committed crimes against Skyrim and her people. What say you in your defense?!" The armored guard kicked the cell door roughly, making a loud clang as steel collided with iron.
I snarled furiously at the tall male, my hate-filled eyes glistening in the torchlight. "I COMMITTED NO SUCH CRIMES! I did nothing wrong! You Imperials are too hard-headed and stubborn to listen to me! I was FRAMED. I DID NOT STEAL ANYTHING FROM THE INN."
I ground out each word through my teeth, trying to pound the words through the man's thick skull. As soon as the guard was about to say something back to me, a deep male voice from the cell beside mine made my ears prick and my body instantly relax.
"That's enough, now. Leave the Elf alone. She has already suffered enough, being locked up for no reason. Go back to your duty, guard." The man's voice, although coming from a faceless prisoner behind the rock wall that separated us, had so much authority and power that the guard just spat on the ground and walked away, but not without grimacing at me first.
Unable to see the male who had saved me from losing control and slashing the guard's throat, I spoke to him through the wall, letting my unique, alto voice get carried between the bars of my cell door into his room next to mine.
"Thank you for that. I would have probably gotten into more trouble had you not stepped in..." I sighed quietly, loosening my hands from the rusted iron poles and glancing at the dried blood on my palms. I rubbed it off on the ragged tunic that they had given me, eyes flickering around the small cell impatiently, wishing for a way out.
When the man spoke again, it was as if his velvety voice calmed my frayed nerves and disintegrated the tension in my muscles. I sat down on the rock slab against the wall to listen to his words intently. As he talked to me, I tried to picture what he might've looked like.
"The guards have no right to say such things to the prisoners. Their job is simply to keep watch, nothing more." I heard the male exhale through his nose as if he was aggravated with the guards, even though they had said nothing to him. When he paused, I guessed to myself that he was a Nord. Probably one with a large build at that, with a voice so masculine and low. He began speaking again and I found myself relaxing at his intelligent voice.
"So, tell me... Why are you in here? Who framed you for stealing?"
(Okay, so here's chapter one! Hope you enjoyed it. :) Comments are greatly appreciated, so let me know if you liked it and would want to see more!)
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We Are One and the Same: A Skyrim Story
AventuraHäskew the Wood Elf has been alone all her life, traveling through Skyrim with nothing but the comfort of her horse, Uraï. She has had a troubled past, but hopes to make a better future for herself. She often wonders if this will be possible, consid...
