Faas Ni, Dii Kiir.

Reality

I awoke suddenly, sweating and panting. My tense body relaxed slowly as I realized that Bormah's body beside me was not a corpse, just his resting form. I felt hot and congested beside him but relieved all the same. I slowly moved from his side and walked to the mouth of the cave, guiding myself with my hand on the wall. I sat down, feeling the cool Skyrim air washing over my sweat-soaked form. This helped calm my breath and I fully relaxed, slumping over and resting my arms on my legs. Though my gaze was surely staring out upon the mountains, I couldn't fully bask in the beauty that Bormah had described fondly. I sighed and stood up, sulking out of the cave silently. I begin trekking the beaten path that was made by explorers many. I knew it well, even though I've never seen it. My soft footsteps fell as I gripped my mammoth skin coat to me. I had hit about midway down the path when I heard something. A voice? At this time of night? I slowly followed the noise until I could make out words. A deep burly voice stated, "What do you mean 'Don't touch me'?! You're MY wife and I'll do as I please!" Another voice retorted, this one female, "I am not YOUR wife yet. And if you don't quit this attitude, I may never be."  I hid behind a tree to continue listening. The man had begun to raise his voice, "What in Oblivion do you mean? I own you, you're mine. You have zero choices! Your father betrothed you to me!" The woman scoffed, "I am NOT your property, you leatherneck asshole!" I heard a growl and then the woman yelped in pain. "You stupid" I heard a punch come in contact with skin, "cowardly" and another, "little  HAG!" When the last phrase was uttered, and the last punch was thrown, I stepped out and dashed at the larger form I was sensing. I made contact and knocked the man down. "What the-" I was throwing punches before he asked his question. All I could feel was anger and hate. He was trapped under my body, my fists beating his face to ground, bloody meat. It wasn't until I felt a soft hand on my shoulder did I snap out of it, feeling the blood drip down my hands, "H-he's dead, child... You can stop." Her voice was shaking as she spoke. Was she scared? Upset? I didn't know so I moved away scared of her reaction but her next words surprised me, "T-thank you..." I cocked my head, confused, "What?" "Thank you...for killing that bastard." She wrapped her slender arms around me, holding me like a proud mother. I hesitantly hugged her back. When I pulled away I spoke softly to her, "Let me bring you to my Bormah. He'll understand." "Y-your what?" I didn't answer, just grabbed her hand and tapped my stick around to find the path home again.