Lovesick Sweethearts (Cicero x Listener)

A Mysterious Wanderer

Journal Entry 1***

I was a wanderer, a traveller, a clueless innocent elf, you name it. I just arrived in Skyrim, a small province that suffers a huge war of two ruthless armies. But this story ain't about that rubbish, its about me. well... my name is Enya, I never speak of my surname as its irrelevant, I am 23 years old and im writing my story in this stupid little journal, I think its better I record my thoughts as I'm hoping to create history. Well anyway im gonna tell you how if me arriving in Skyrim was "Pleasant"... well... I was about to be executed by the Imperials for "Immigration and Treason" no point in explaining the situation of Helgen, gruesome business right there with the dragons returning. Well im "safe" I think, im staying at some inn called "The Bannered Mare" in Whiterun but im gonna head towards the city of Windhelm at first sunrise, why? I heard a rumour that some kid is attempting to contact the Dark Brotherhood, worth checking out.

I placed the ink tip dipped feather  down and closed my journal and sighed.

"I hope this isn't a waste"

I head to the bed besides the table and soon enough, asleep. The next morning, the patrons began waking up which meant it was time to start the morning, rolling out of the bed and began to get dressed in my black ranger armour (Its a armour mod btw).

Approaching the stables from the city achieved many usual looks, the uncertain stare of the appearance of a dark elf. Slipping some left over coin to the stablemaster to purchase a horse. Wonderful steed, dark brown, strong, a war horse. I got on its back and took that horse to Windhelm, it was my first time here, my father was raised here I think. It was a cold, harsh city, full of judgement and ignorant nords. Soon enough I finally stopped thinking and explored the city on the search for a boy. I finally found the house and stepped in, I walked closer to hear tired whining. "Soo tired... why wont you answer me?" he kept repeating, a small boy, half my size dressed in black and red childrens' clothes, that little boy was Aventus Aretino. After listening for a full 5 minutes of his sob story how his mother died, him being sent to the orphanage in the Rift and him wanting "Grelod the Kind" to die. I shake him, my hands gripping upon his shoulders.

"Look kid, im gonna flay this hag alive, dont worry"

He nods happily as I leave, way too happy for whatever cruel act I am about to commit. I head out Windhelm and onto the back of the war horse, galloping my way to Riften, I head towards a small building "Honourhall Orphange" on the plaque above the door, my head eludes towards the memories again but with each shake my head trying to forget what's in the past. It never stays in the past. I head in and listen in to the speech Grelod gives to the kids, she says who shirks their duties will 'Get an extra beating' I was hoping it was just a stick to the arm, I sneaked past Grelod and headed to a door in the corner of the kids rooms. I quick peek and I knew she needed to die, shackles, these orphans were being abused severely. There is consequences for her actions. I went to Grelods bedroom and picked up a book that was on her desk "The Pig Children" the book title suggested she despises kids. How did such a wretched lady like her exist? Grelod shouts at me angrily and demands me to leave after being found in her chambers, I slap her in the skull with the book then slipped poison into her ear which was working its magic already. As I left the orphanage I hear Grelod's painful screams and the children circling around her weakened body, celebrating her death.

I rode back to Windhelm where Aventus awaited for news, he runs to me asking about the contract.

"My boy, Grelod the Kind is now serving the holy matron in the void"

I remained calm, keeping the professional front despite the contract being given by a literal child. This sort of business only needed a contract, no matter of the age or person, soon enough he jumped around in joy handing me a plate, family heirloom I assume. I head out exhausted from dealing with the kid and hopped onto my horse and start heading back to Whiterun, so I fell asleep on its smooth black back.

My horse knew the way to Whiterun so I had nothing to worry about much, I wake up seeing a city guard petting Lyris, that was the name I've come to call my beast.

"Shes a fine steed you got there"

The guard exclaimed, his hand on the hilt of the sword that was sheathed.

"She is indeed"

I reply rubbing my eyes, I glanced over at him with a tired and shivering stare.

"Do you mind helping me?"

The guard asked politely, obviously hoping this dark elf would help, I look down at him to see he would not meet her lavender eyes. Those strange coloured orbs coming from a fabled dark elf, I think he expected the elf to instantly turn him down due to me being a 'poncy dark elven lord'.

"Theres a man shouting and he wont stop still that damn farmer helps him"

He says giving Lyris a final stroke, I nod as he points down the road. Where her eyes focused onto a farm and a wagon with a horse residing beside it.

"The man is outside the farm"

He says then walks away.

I followed the directions then I saw a man, a abnormally small imperial wearing a jester suit waving his arms around cursing under his breathe. I got off Lyris and walked behind him, he was my height, it was odd, he was truely a "Little man". Even for Enya, she was always the shortest but this man was something else.

"Is something wrong?"

Enya graciously asked as she approached the unusual dressed individual before slipping beside him to listen to his loud accent.

"Oh, bother and befuddle! we're stuck, stuck!"

The figure shouts as he stomps around like a moody child. I peer over his shoulder and see his broken carriage wheel and the wheel on the ground beside it like a sore wound, his carriage seemed to be transporting a coffin.

"What can I do to help?"

I said smiling, he starts smiling eagerly, as if Enya was a miracle sent by the divines.

"Go to the Loreius Farm! convince the farmer to help poor, sweet Cicero..."

He says pointing at the farm. I nod and walk up the hill to the farm, in the corner of my eye I see Cicero dancing. Loreius was tending to the potatoes and other crops. I spent a few minutes annoying him until he agreed to help Cicero. I ran down the hill towards the Cicero whos mumbling to himself

"Poor mother, her home is still so far..."

The man says looking sadly at the carriage.

"He agreed to help!"

I call out from behind. He smiles and starts dancing, while holding both of my hands.

"Ooohh thank you kind stranger! Cicero will not forget this!"

He starts chuckling as he hands me a coin purse. I suddenly glimpse at his amber eyes after my nose began to twitch after feeling a strong scent by not of disgust.

"What perfume are you wearing?"

I asked moving my black hair out my face, he claps his hands and dances very happy with the question, maybe it wasn't very common to be asked about such a meaningless thing.

"Oooh Haha a mix of Deathbell and Nighshade"

He replied, Enya began to start smiling, she knew that scent as it was very familiar to her, mother had that smell, she always wanted to smell "Drop-Dead-Gorgeous" as Lady Clement from around the corner shop in Cyrodiil described darling mother.

"If you dont mind me asking, who died?"

I inquired trying to not offend the strange Jester man.

"My dear sweet, mother"

He says scratching his neck in a state of awkwardness.

"I hope your journey is safe and good luck"

I say as I get on Lyris and ride off, I see the little man waving at me from a far distance. I arrived in Whiterun, all I could think about was Cicero, something was different about him, I hope I see him again some time. I head to the inn and continued writing about my trip to the point I fell asleep on the desk.