In Blood and Fear (Skyrim Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Recovery

She had made it to her small house she built outside of Falkreath after about an hour. She removed her cloak and put her weapons in their display cases that sat on shelves. It was only then that she finally felt the pain of her stab wound that she had forgotten about. She stripped herself of her dress and used a healing spell, watching the injury close up. The only remains of her would was the blood that stained her body. She disliked using magic of any kind, but had gotten accustomed to having it around. She felt like it was cheating. She grabbed a fur blanket she used as a towel and went out the door, heading for the river that ran behind her house. She forgot she didn't have anything on, but it didn't bother her anyways. She was in the middle of nowhere with nobody around to see her in the first place. She stepped into the cool, running water, letting out a sigh in relief. She had built rock walls in the river a while back so she wouldn't be pulled into the current. She scrubbed herself of the red sticky fluid, not wanting any guards getting suspicious when she headed into town. She submerged into the chilly waters, wanting to forget her own existence. She could feel her stress drain from her body, leaving her to be surrounded in the ecstasy of the frigid water.

She pulled herself to the surface, coming up for air. She breathed in the fresh air with an absent-mindedness kind of joy. She dragged herself out of the water, never wanting to leave. She practically pranced her way back to her house, with the fur towel clinging to her skin from the wetness. She slipped into the house, with the door creaking closed, as if she was trying to prevent someone from waking up. She grabbed a needle and thread, and got to work on her torn dress. After a few minutes, the dress was as good as new, like nothing happened to it. She tugged the dress on hastily, then stumbled to the ground. She growled in agitation, then picked herself off the floor in embarrassment. She dusted herself off then grabbed her weapons and a tote bag she made, stuffing her valuables she took from the bandits to sell to the trader. She rushed to the door, then skipped to the road that led to Falkreath without a care in the world. The path was fairly safe, only running into a few wolves she plucked off without difficulty. She finally saw the large gate that was heavily protected by guards. "Stay out of trouble Orc." One of the guards hissed at her while she passed through. She glared at him with aggravation, but walked away as calmly as she could muster. She may have killed the World Eater, but to some that still didn't make a difference. A few Nords were still rude to her, but most either left her alone or were quite nice to her or even grateful for actions. The town was peaceful, quiet, and filled with colour from the natural beauty. Even though the city housed the largest graveyard in Skyrim, it was still full of life. She stopped in front of the traders door, reading the sign that creaked when a breeze cam through. The words "Grey Pine Goods" was neatly carved into the wood. When she opened the door, a bell rung above her head, confirming her presence in the cramped building. "Ah, Tyla. Haven't seen you around lately." The merchant yawned, leaning over the counter. "Ya sorry 'bout that. How've you been?" She greeted pleasantly.

"Oh fine. Got anything for me?" The merchant sighed. She walked over and dumped the contents from her bag onto the wooden counter. It was mostly stolen goods that the bandits took from their victims. It consisted of jewelry, metal ingots, and different weapons. The merchant bought them happily, and handed her a bag of gold coins. She picked up her bag and rushed out the door. She was just about to head out the gate when she heard someone talking to her. "Heard they're reforming the Dawnguard. Vampire hunters or something, in the old Fort near Riften. Might consider joining myself." A nearby guard nudged. She just smiled at him and strutted out the the city with confidence, wanting the head to head to this old Fort the guard told her about. She raced back to her house, not wanting to waste another second. She burst through the door, running to her chest that sat on the end of her bed. She sorted through it,throwing things around the room. She started to stuff her now empty bag with things for her new journey. She grabbed weapons, her journal, all the gold she had, her nightingale armor and assassins armor, along with every key in the house that she owned, and filled her bag. She also snatched her cloak, and ran out the door.