Mother Dearest - Cicero x Reader

{A Skyrim romance/fantasy/adventure fan fiction series - Cicero x Reader-Insert}

Life growing up as an orphan in Bravil, Cyrodiil certainly wasn't without its trials and tribulations, especially when you hear a deathlike disembodied voice of an old woman speaking obscurities inside your head all the time. So perhaps, you were just a little unusual in comparison from the others around you. Those of society who are met with things and people they cannot fully understand are liable to discriminate and shun away what they cannot lead themselves to be able to comprehend. You were shunned for your many foibles, and deemed mentally-deranged for the rasping inner voice you often hear speaking to you from within - with all this, you were dubbed the; Bane of Bravil. You held no real life ambitions, no family, nor friends, yet even beyond all else - you seemingly had no real purpose to exist at all in the first place within this harsh, cruel, and unforgiving world. However, no matter how alone you suspected you were to forever be throughout your lifetime, little did you know there was someone who is eternally there right by your side and guiding you with their soft-spoken word of wisdom like a sweet mother, each and every step of the way. This is all in order to fulfill a long-anticipated destiny that is only your own to embark on, is paved with the blood and fear of the unworthy.

Your once seemingly worthless pitiful life did not truly begin until that one fateful cold winter's day, your uncertain fate all was set ablaze with the lone fountain of a lucky lady, a mysterious black leather bound book, and a single deadly nightshade flower.