Dark Brotherhood Flashback Part 2
Its been 11 years since I joined the Dark Brotherhood of Bravil, it was my 17th birthday and I sat at the table of our dining hall. The red-haired boy walked in and sat at the table, I was glad. After those years I had to appeal to the shadows thus my hair has to change from its long black hair to something shorter so I could play safe. My father said when I turned 17 I could talk finally speak to the other people my age, he was strict as the others might distract me. Since it was law to have no distractions and of course I have to mature. After the celebration of my birth was over I walked up to the boy and introduced myself to him.
"I...Im Cicero"
He whispered, the boy may have been older now but he almost seemed like a beggar with his messy hair, sloppy appearance and not to mention it was obvious that he didnt aim to dress to impress. However, he was shy
(Btw he hasnt been named keeper yet and he hasnt gone mad, this happens after my character leaves Bravil which is 2 years later. Enya leaves Bravil but NOT Cyrodiil to explore it but ends up going to Skyrim in 3 years time. Cicero becomes keeper during those 2 years then for the past few years he became mad after that contract).
Me and Cicero were friends for a few months then I received news from Father.
"Enya... You have to go, explore Tamriel, make your mark on this world"
Those were my father's last parting words as I said goodbye to everyone, including Cicero. But memory began to fade quickly as she was her own person.
I let my hair down and headed out the sanctuary door, I had no where to go so I decided to explore Cyrodiil. A few months later I heard the Sanctuary in Bravil was destroyed and ransacked by the empire, every assassin including father were killed, but that boy? he has to be dead, what was his name? Who was he? who was my family? Everything faded, my original and fake parents, my old life, that boy's name. All gone, the silence has begun, my mind was the Void.
Dark Brotherhood Flashback Part 2 Ends
I arrive at the Dawnstar sanctuary, I look around at see Arnbjorn whos sitting outside bleeding
"Arnjorn!"
I cried out as I hopped off and run towards him
"Are you okay?!"
His weak and determined eyes dart at mine with a pained snicker, eyes filled with hunger.
"D...Did Astrid send you?"
He asked with a muscled hand clenching onto his bleeding wound that was dealt. Was it the clown? I nodded handing him a healing potion.
"I heard what happened, I had no idea that Cicero would do this"
I was questioning everything "Hes... in there... go after him..." His last words as I approach the Black Door.
"What is life's greatest illusion?"
It questioned.
"Innocence, my brother"
I replied, as the door opens slowly then I walk in unsure of what I would face.
I was back in my Dark Brotherhood gear, though thinking through it all, it just seemed nothing but wrong. Everything went through my mind; my life, friends, the Dark Brotherhood, Cicero... he was the unknown boy I grew up with? I never knew he survived, that's why he never discussed his past with me! he must've became keeper after everyone was killed in Bravil. But how did he go mad? was it the guilt? Cicero was the reason the Night Mother still lives, I heard a voice echoing throughout the sanctuary halls.
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