Sweet Sanity

Sweet Sanity Chapter #8

 I walk into the brisk air outside the sanctuary. I take a deep breath in, still work to be done. It was only about 2 o'clock, or at least around that time. I was never really good at reading the sun. It was the only way to tell time and I am dreadful at it. So I guess it could be around six as well, I literally have no grasp of time. So I think I should move fast, I am an assassin but it's never wise to walk alone in the dark.

I see the carriage driver and I run up to him.

" Can you take me to Windhelm please?" I ask him.

" Yes, hop in the back and we'll be off." He says to me.

I swing my satchel out of my way and get in the back. I hear the man say something about Markarth being a city built by the dwarves, but soon after I fell into a nap.

...

Burning, I see fire everywhere. Nothing else. Wait, I can hear screaming. The voice's sound familiar but to faint to be able to recognize them. Then I hear the voice, The voice. The one that has gotten me where I am with their higher knowledge. She speaks to me.

" Come to me child. Come to your mother and hear me...Listen." Her voice is old and dark. Her consonants are all dragged out and her S's are suspended for a longer time. She talked like a witch in a horror story.

But for some reason, I did not fear this voice. I didn't feel like it was a threat. I sense that this, woman of some sorts will help me. She has already helped me, so maybe this was a sign of things to come. Where though, when will this happen?

" Where can I find you? " I cry out in the smoke filled burning dream.

" Follow your superiors and we will meet soon enough, my listener." She sighs out to me.

Listener, that's-that's what Cicero called me. He wanted to know if his...mother...thought I was the...Listener. What is this? Was this our Unholy Matron? Was this the Night Mother that Cicero has cared so much for? Or was I going mad from stress. Was this all a facade, am I projecting my past onto now. Was this my own mother speaking to me from beyond the grave.

I feel A hand jerk me awake along with a man shouting.

"Hey! Wake up miss!" A man yells out at me while shaking my shoulders.

The fiery dream passes and I am face to face with the bearded carriage driver. My eyes are a bit teary, but I don't think I was crying.

" Are you alright miss? You were shouting in your sleep, about your mother and such things." He ask me, his grip isn't as tight it's more relaxed now.

I jerk his hands off me and get out of the carriage. Looks like we were just outside of Windhelm . I'm embarrassed but I won't let him now that. There has been to much of me being weak lately. I need to show my dominance once and awhile.

" Unhand me foul man! I am fine. Here's your gold...Now, get going!" I order him as I wipe of my armor and throw a coin purse at him.

His head retreats a bit in confusion. His face squishes in a flustered movement. He gathers the money and gets back onto his pedestal and rides away.

Ha, Looks like I gave him a fright.

" Unhand me foul man, HAhaha. What a sucker." I laugh out at my strange yet funny choice of words.

People must know the Dark Brotherhood attier right? We are of course the most well known group of assassins. So why wasn't I always getting stared at? I did hear that the BrotherHood has been having a rough time lately.