TES: Fate Decides- ch 3It was day two of her long journey when Keira finally arrived at Falkreath at ten at night. The little city was quiet with guards patrolling and was overall peaceful. As scanned the homes, she had a feeling that the Dark Brotherhood was not somewhere suspected, so she decided to go in the near outskirts of the city. The Nord headed into the woods and just walked around, wondering if this was a smart idea of even coming here. She then got to a edge of a small hill and saw a pool of dark water just below her. She shrugged. Might as well. She climbed down the rocks, until she heard a strange, faint humming sound from behind. She slowly turned around and a grotesque, black door with a large skull on it was shadowed under rocks.
Keira felt her heart beginning to pound in nervousness as she slowly crept up to the door. Who were these people? When she got close to the door, an eerie, whispering voice spoke. "What is the music of life?"
Keira swallowed. How come of her days of being the Dragon
TES: Fate Decides- ch 2As Keira was sitting in the living room of her large, quiet home, she wanted to go to Falkreath. She never really stayed at the town, only walked by once or twice. At that moment, the door opened to Aela the Huntress, who had a smile on her face.
"Your husband certainly knows how to use a bow," she laughed as she closed the door.
The blond Nord stood up and greeted her Shield-Sister with a smile. "I know."
Aela then closed the door and crossed her strong arms. "Vilkas said you were looking for me?"
"Yeah. I was just alone when Farkas was gone," she said with a smile laugh.
Her friend laughed. "Sorry. We should've asked if you wanted to come, but we figured since you just got home last night-"
"Don't worry about. I'll fix you something to eat." Keira then headed to a cabinet, but stopped when she heard an apple being bitten into. She turned around and found her guest munching on a red apple.
"This is fine, thanks," the ginger said with her mouth full.
Keira just shook her head with a sm
TES: Fate Decides- ch 1Two weeks past since Keira returned from her dragon hunting- even though word got out that a couple remains. As the Dragonborn was walking around the town, she was feeling something... different about herself. Ever since she killed the wicked woman in Riften and was practically paid for it in return, it felt like she had potential. Instead of just asking the Companions for work, she could just- No. That’s murder. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Of course she’s killed before, but bandits and Foresworn. Not everyday people. How could she even think like that?
Keira bought some apples from the woman at the market place with the annoying daughter, trying to forget it. What would Farkas do if he found that she killed that old woman? Would he hate her? No, how would he find out? She’s been keeping this secret for two weeks now. The Nord woman sighed to herself. She’ll just have to forget-
Keira quickly turned around and saw a man running t
TES: Fate Decides- PrologueThe two moons were beginning to rise when the Dragonborn walked into Breezehome of Whiterun. It was a long day of trying to find the last of the dragons after Alduin's defeat, now she was finally back home to her husband, Farkas.
Keira smiled when she saw her husband descend from the stairs with a smile of his strong, Nordic face."Welcome back, love," he said in his cold voice that made her fall for him as he walked up to her.
"Farkas," she said lovingly as he took her into his arms. The Nordic woman closed her eyes as she rested her head on his strong chest armor. She hated when she had to leave, but she did bring him once in a while. She knew how the Companions needed him at times, and knew that he was always waiting for her return. This time, she was gone for nearly a month, now she was planning to stay for more than a month.
He then smiled down at her with his dark eyes shining. "I was just about to make dinner. You must tell me about your adventures."
She chuckled at that as he he
A Morbid Birthday pt 1?It was in the middle of December when the joyous time of the year was nearing. Instead of the holiday coming first, in a old Victorian home, the residents' daughter was turning eighteen. They were a wealthy family, but their daughter was certainly a odd one as her and her two closest friends were helping her choose what dress she should wear for her party.
"Crissie," a young girl called from a small closet in the birthday girl's room which was filled with animal skulls, antiques and oddities. "What about this one?" She held out a dark-blue dress.
"Black, Tori," Crissie sighed in annoyance as she was sitting on the foot of her bed in a annoyed manner. She was tried of going on a treasure hunt for her dresses and was tired of birthdays. If she was going to wear a dress on her birthday, it was going to be black. No matter how hard her parents tired to hide her black dresses and replaced them with horrid colored dresses. Since she's wealthy, her birthdays were always formal. Her friends a