Inigo and the Dragonborn's Adventures

A Rude Awakening

Awakening to a splitting pain in the back of her head. They reached back to feel what was wrong but pulled their hand away once they felt a sticky, warm liquid. She stared at her hand. Blood. What happened? After a while of staring at her bloody hand, she looked at their surroundings. Wait, where the heck am I? They tried to sit up but their efforts proved futile when the splitting pain in their head grew unbearable. She laid herself back down onto whatever she was laying on. She didn't have the strength to look. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what happened. How did I get here? Where was here? And what the hell happened?

"Oh good, you're awake!" a strange female voice said.

They jumped and shot their eyes open and flicked them over to where the voice came from. On the other side of the room sat an older lady clothed in dark robes.

"W-who a-are you?" She croaked. Her throat hurt like a giant had crushed it with his club.

"Oh pardon me. My name is Anise. I found you on the road when I was coming back home from town," she said, cocking her head.

"W-hat h-happened to m-e?" She whispered.

"I found you unconscious on the road. It seemed that you had been attacked. You were shot in the back of your head. You've been asleep for 13 days," She explained, relaxing back into her chair.

"Thirteen!" She exclaimed. "Thank you for taking care of me, I'll repay you and get out of your hair," They said, trying to sit up and wincing.

Anise rose and walked over to me. "My dear you do not have to repay me. It was my pleasure to help you. And you need to stay here for a while longer to gather your strength."

She nodded, grateful Anise had taken care of her.

"My dear you asked me my name but I don't know yours," Anise said as she reached to rebandage her head.

"I'm... I'm, I don't remember," She said, closing her eyes tight trying to remember to no avail.

"That's okay my dear. I wasn't going to hope for anything. Do you wish to name yourself?" Anise asks, pulling her chair over to sit beside her.

"I'd like that. Can, can you help me?" She asked shyly.

"My dear I would love to help you," Anise said happily.

They started going through all of Anise's books looking at the names of the characters and historical figures. Hoping, praying that one might jog her memory.

And finally, "Clover is!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

"What is it dear?" Anise asked, confused.

"My name, my name is Clover!" She said happily.

"That's a lovely name, my dear," she said smiling.

The next few days they worked on Clover's ability to move. It took a lot of energy at first but it became easier the longer they practiced. The day Clover was set to leave, Anise received a letter for her alchemical supplies to be delivered across the border into Cyrodiil. But she was far too old to travel across the border into a region even colder than Skyrim, so she asked Clover to take them. She happily complied and set off for the border.

After a week of travel in Cyrodiil, she had delivered the alchemical supplies that were asked of Anise and was headed back to Skyrim. As soon as she crossed back into Skyrim she was captured in an ambush. When she tried to reason with the Imperials and tell them she wasn't with the Stormcloaks, they wouldn't listen. She tried resisting but they hit her over the head with the hilt of a sword, successfully knocking her out.