A Series of Daedric Events (a Skyrim fanfiction)

Chapter Two - The Black Star

Needless to say, I didn't get the best night's rest. I had beheaded a man, killed two Dremora Lords, became Mehrunes Dagon's Champion and I had just found out that it's me that has to deal with and put an end to the Second Oblivion Crisis. Me! I begin to regret telling Marcurio that it was my time for adventure. 

The next morning, mother had informed me that we were going to Winterhold because the College had asked for some extra assistance because they had been the victim of several Dremora attacks. Before we left, I had purchased a small dagger sheathe that so that I could conceal Mehrune's Razor about my person. No way am I letting something this powerful fall into the wrong hands. I might be his Champion but I am using the razor to do good. 

Mother, myself and Sofie ride across the cold northern beaches, taking a quick way to Winterhold. It's also a boring and cold route, but I would rather the route be boring than for us to encounter an onslaught of Dremora or ice wraiths. I am so not in the mood to deal with any more of them. After an hour or so of riding, we arrive at a path that takes us up a hill and through an archway which then takes us to the foot of the College of Winterhold. 

"Dismount here and tie the horses up. We need to go to the Jarl's Longhouse," mother informs us. "Sofie, be a dear and book a room at the inn for us? Here is the money for three beds. Lucia, you're with me,"

"No fair, mama, I want to see what's going on!" Sofie protests. 

"Sorry, love, but you're too young to hear this. I don't want to frighten you," mother dismounts from her horse. I dismount from mine and help Sofie dismount from hers. We tie the horses and Sofie heads to the inn and I follow mother into the Jarl's Longhouse, my head still swimming from last night. 

"At last. The Harbinger-Dragonborn," the Jarl of Winterhold says when me and mother step into the longhouse. It's not as impressive as the Jarl's home in Whiterun but I guess that's what happens when your town consists of three buildings and a completely independent organisation. 

"My apologies for keeping you late, my Jarl. This here is my daughter, Lucia. She is the twin of Arch-Mage Blaise Whitemane...my son," mother introduces me. I give a quick bow to the Jarl and then I spot my twin brother sitting at a long table in the centre of the longhouse. 

"A pleasure to meet you, my lady. Your mother and I have important battle plans to discuss," the Jarl says, implying he wants me gone. 

"We can keep ourselves occupied for an hour or so," Blaise informs mother. "There is something I need to do and it would be useful to have a warrior like my sister by my side,"

"Alright," mother nods. "Please, be careful though,"

We leave the longhouse and then, when we're out of sight, I let out a girlish squeal and hug my brother. "I've missed you!" 

"I've missed you too!" he says, looking happy to finally see me. 

My brother and I couldn't be more different, despite being twins. Blaise is small and slight, just like my mother and older sister. I'm huge, almost six foot and I've got bulking muscles that make me stick out like a sore thumb whenever I'm in the company of other girls. Blaise has a sharp, delicate face with our mother's green eyes and auburn curls and I got lumped with a plain face, brown hair and curly dark brown hair. My brother's curls are elegant and makes him look handsome wheras mine makes my hair look like a bird's nest. My nose is crooked from breaking it too many times, my hands are scarred and calloused and my hair is short like a boy's. 

Usually, this stuff never bothered me. But whenever I have to mix with or see the other girls in the village they always laugh at me behind my back.