Vereta

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The boy staggered across the cold barren wastes, breathing in deeply. He was tired and hungry and he didn’t think he could go on any farther. His legs gave away and he fell to his knees and he stood on all fours, facing the snowy earth beneath him. Suddenly a gloved hand stretched out into his view and he looked up into the violet eyes of a figure clad in a tattered cloak and scarf that swung violently in the wind. He took his hand. -- Sharon watched as Gus knocked an arrow and strung it before letting it fly. It connected with its target with a thump. The wolf fell to the ground with a yelp. It was not done yet, though, and struggled to get to its feet. Gus quickly and expertly strung another arrow and shot it right into the belly of the wolf. The wolf lied still and did not move again. Sharon calculated every move Gus had made. Gus gutted the wolf and took some organs and meat before heading back to Sharon. “Ok, little lady, let’s go and make you a bow.” He said. Sharon’s eyes widened slightly. Gus move swiftly but quietly through the forest. “First, you gotta’ figure out what type of wood you want’a use.” He informed. Gus continued by pointing out many different types of tree and the sturdiness and density the wood had. Sharon finally decided on a solitary ancient Wye Oak tree that stood by itself in a clearing, its gnarled limbs reaching up into the sky with lushes green leaves. Gus unhooked an axe from his hip and cut into the tree. After a half hour he cut a sizable chunk of wood out of the tree and golden sap was flowing freely from the trees new wound. He took out a switch blade and tossed it to Sharon and gave her the hunk of wood. “Your homework is to study about bows and to carve yourself one. The best rangers in all of Tamriel carved there own bow. It made them special to themselves.” He told her. With that he stepped away once again and disappeared into the foliage. Sharon was once again left hanging and she decided to head home. She flipped open the switch blade and cradled to chunk of wood as she made her way to the tree. She laid her hand on its wound and closed her eyes. Sharon removed her gourd from where it hung from a thin leather strap around her shoulder and emptied all the water out of it. The gourd was rather small and round with an oak tree carved into it. She scraped the sap of the tree into the gourd for a half hour before it was completely filled. She stepped away from the tree and headed back to the tavern. It was time to study about bow crafting.

A figure clad in burgundy robes stood on top of the snowy hill overlooking a valley. It stood over the tomb of the former mage Aaron Hume. It small smile spread across its face. "Your time here is not done." It said. "You still have work to do." And with a raise of its hand the former mage dug his way out of his tomb and stood on top of the hill with the figure. His cloak was tattered and his clothes were dirty. He raised a hand to the scar on his chest. "Ah, shit."

Sharon sat on top of a small tree stump in a clearing somewhere in the Tavern’s surrounding forest as she watched a fawn graze a few feet away. She tipped her head to one side in admiration. The majestic creature raised its head, staring off in one direction before leaping away as an arrow planted itself into the ground where the fawn had been moments before. Suddenly, a man with a leather hat and a grizzly beard crashed out of the foliage. He flashed his bow to the side quickly and let an arrow fly shoot into the foliage where the deer had leaped into. A squeak sounded out and a thump followed. “I don’t miss twice.” He said wiping his brow. He held his bow at his side as he turned his head to Sharon. “Hey there, missy. Seems you caught me in action.” He said with a wide grin. Sharon watched as he stepped back into the foliage before he came back out hauling the carcass of the fawn. Her face twisted into a grimace as he stooped down, cutting into its belly and ripping it open with a hunting knife. He grinned again. “You best get out of here to your parents. You ain’t wanna’ see this one after I’m done with her.” He told her still grinning and carving into the deer. Sharon, always the curious child, stayed where she was. She did not like that he was carving into the poor fawn, but she could possibly learn something from this meeting. He removed a few organs and wrapped them up in the fawns own hide, tying it up with a leather thong he took from his pocket. He put them in a leather satchel that hung from his shoulder and made a small prayer for the soul of the fawn before he stood up straight, patting down his hands. “Whoever gets to this here fawn is gonna’ have a feast.” He told himself before turning his gaze towards Sharon. “You still here? Well, ain’t you the little adventurer. The names Gus, what’s yours?" Sharon considered not answering but she’d thought that’d be silly. “Sharon.” She said. Gus smiled brightly and walked over to her, stretching his hand out to her. His hand was covered with dirt, makeshift bandages, and cuts. Sharon took his hand, shaking it. “Pleasure to meet you, Sharon.” Gus told her. Sharon smiled in response. She eyed the bow at his side. Gus took noticed and lifted it a little. “You like what you see? I could teach you a bit of stringin’ so long as your willin’ to learn.” He offered with a smile. Sharon, who was taken by surprised, nodded slowly. “Just be here tomorrow at noon. I’ll be roaming the forest for some fresh meat the same as I always do. I’ll teach you then.” He said stepping away from her and heading into the foliage again. Sharon was left on the stump wondering what exactly just happened.

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Sharon carefully watched the world around her. The smells, the sights, the sounds, they all came to her. Her eyes roamed on an invisible line as she looked around the tavern. Most of the main patrons of the Tavern, or the Alliance as she liked to call them, were down in the basement tending to the woman two men had brought in. The woman looked extremely sick and Sharon was told to go upstairs after she brought some drinks to the men who brought the woman. She sat down at a table and laid her head in her folded arms. She closed her eyes and wondered what would happen to the woman.

Snow pounded down on a plain, white and frozen. The ruins of a grayed and frozen fort sat still in the blizzard as it pounded mercilessly at it. Suddenly a small movement was made amidst the stillness of the ruins. A figure clad in dark clothing slowly pushed rubble of its body and heaved itself up. The figure breathed out deeply, cold wisps of vapor escaping his mouth. The figure, a young man, lifted a leg out of the rubble and it crackled as it connected with the cold snow on the ground. The figure made his way out of the ruins and slowly away from the frozen plains.

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Sharon jogged up the staircase of the tavern and into her room. She sat on her bed and closely examined the ring William had just given her. The deep purple of the Amethysts embedded in the center of the ring sparkled in the light of the sun that streamed from her window. She walked up to the window and brought the ring to the light, eyeing it carefully. She inspected the rings silver band and looked at each inscription in it. The inscriptions were written in Ayleidic script and were illegible to her besides a few letters. She marveled at the beauty and perfected preservation of this ancient ring and slowly made her way to a desk that sat at the corner of the room. She took a sheet of parchment from within the depths of the desk and set it on top of it. She took out an ink pot and a quill as well and thought to remember to thank the tavern keeper Arlow more graciously the next time she saw him for these gifts. She rotated the ring in her hand while replicating each inscription on the piece of paper with a few scratched of her quill. Soon she had a line of Ayleidic script written on the top of the paper and she wrote a note underneath it to decipher it later before setting it into one of the desks drawers. She smiled to herself and ran out the door and down the stairs and past a few of the patrons on her way out the Tavern door. She slowed to a jog and stopped at the start of the forest behind the Tavern and stared out into its depths. She looked around at her surroundings cautiously before heading into the forest. It was time she had some fun, she had been wallowing in her grief for far too long. Aaron may be dead but he wouldn’t want her to lie around all day crying. She made sure not to go too far out into the forest and to take notice of major landmarks on her little adventure and found many things along the way. She had found an old, weather worn wooden figurine of a bear and even came across a cluster of Bungler's Bane growing on a fallen log. She walked farther into the forest, mouth agape as she looked from side to side when suddenly she stumbled and fell into a brook. She sat up with mud clinging all over her face and body with an annoyed exp​ression. “Ow…” She groaned as she cradled her arm. She had scraped her elbow on a rock when she had fallen. She stood up and stepped out of the brook, looking down at herself. There was mud clinging all over her. A look of disgust crossed her face and she decided to return to the Tavern. It was almost dark out when she finally emerged from the forest and stepped into the Tavern. Arlow took one looked at her and shooed her to the back of the Tavern. She heard snickering from the main lodge as she was pulled towards the back door. She glowered as they left the Tavern and entered the backyard where two pools of water sat with warm vapors slowly crawling off the surface of the water in smooth wisps. There was a high fence around each one and Arlow shoved her through one of the fenced area’s gates and she stood at the foot of a pool. The word hot spring came to mind as Arlow tucked a towel into her arms with a few other sundries and exited the hot spring area via the gate. “Lock the door and remember to wash behind ye ears, lass!” He called out. She glared at the gate as she heard the back door to the Tavern close. Soon she was sitting serenely in the pool with a small smile on her face and her eyes closed. She opened them when she heard the door open. She had forgotten to lock the door! Sherena stood at the gate when she noticed Sharon. “Oh! I’m…sorry, I didn’t see you were using the baths.” She explained sheepishly. Sherena noticed that Sharon had all the appropriate items for her bath but no clothing nearby but the muddy clothing she had worn before. “I’ll be right back.” She said, escaping the awkward moment. She soon returned with a few articles of clothing, setting them next to Sharon’s things. “Thank you.” Sharon said timidly. Sherena gave her a small wave and a smile before leaving. She could wait her turn for just a little longer.

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Sharon sat on a chair with a mirror sitting in her lap and her hand resting over its handle as Sherena cut her hair so that her bangs only reached the top of her eyes and her hair only reached her shoulders. Her face was neutral as she stared forward, impenetrable. Sherena could not read her face at all. She snipped at one last strand of hair and stepped back with a smile. “All done.” She announced cheerfully. Sharon brought the hand held mirror to her face and smile softly. “Thank you…” She said softly. “No trouble at all.” Sherena replied, beaming at Sharon’s reaction. Suddenly the sound of slow, rhythmic horse footsteps could be heard outside and Sherena made her way out the door. The smile slipped off of Sharon’s face slowly and she stared after Sherena. She got up from the chair and made her way to the room William had offered her and sat on the bed. She ran her hand along the hide of the buckskin blanket and her eyelids slid half way down her eyes. She almost felt like she had left her body and her senses had gone wild. She heard the wind running against the Tavern’s walls in an even flow and she felt herself pulled along with it. She breathed out and opened her eyes to the door. Everything breathed life around her and everything had a purpose, except her. She had no purpose. She stood up and walked to the window. The leaves were dyed shades of reds and yellow and they fell off the trees were they roosted all their lives to be taken by the cool breeze. How she wish she could float with them. Life was easy as a leaf. She sighed and sat on the window sill. She felt their emotions. They were all tied together in a great big knot, a knot she was not a part of and Vereta… “Oh, Aaron…” She choked out as a single flawless tear ran down her pale skin. She slowly collapsed into herself and sobbed silently.

“Where is Vereta?” A deathly silence followed the simple question as it sprung from her chapped lips. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads away from her. Only Vereta’s best friends turned their heads to her and gazed at her solemnly. There was no sadness but a set look in each one of their eyes. No one spoke for the longest minute. Sharon gazed out at them through her long bangs with a neutral exp​ression on her face. She did not like their reaction at all. Suddenly she had butterflies in her stomach and she felt herself look down at her pale hands, which sat on her lap, even though she couldn’t see. She felt their mixed emotions flow through her, feelings of grief, sorrow, and acceptance. She raised her head and stared up at them. “He’s dead, isn’t he?” No one said anything. She looked out the window with mixed emotions. They watched her carefully, as if she was going to do something unexpected or dangerous. She stood up and walked out the door.

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He sneaked through the corridors with a deathly quietness. He wanted to see her, no he needed to see her. Ever since that night he saw her beautiful face and her luminous blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of her cell peering out at him with a sorrowful gaze as the guard closed the door to the cell. The boy fell in love at the first sight of her and nothing was going to stop him from seeing her again. He crept up to the cell door and pulled out a pick as he reached it. He pushed it into the lock and began to work at the lock, sweat gleaming at his brow. Suddenly, along the passageway a soft light began to illuminate the wall and soft whispering voices could be heard. The boy panicked, there was somebody coming! Suddenly, the lock clicked and the door opened with a slight creak. He quickly and quietly enter the cell and closed the door behind him. He turned to see the girl, shackled and sleeping restlessly. He peered at her and slowly made his way towards her. He stopped right in front of her a crouched down in front of her, placing a hand on her forehead and swiping her bangs from her eyes. Her eyes snapped open in surprise and he clamped a hand over her mouth as she opened it. He rose a finger to his mouth and rummaged through a small pouch that hung from his back pocket. He brought out a soft loaf of bread and took his hand off her mouth. He offered the loaf of bread to her and she took it and ate it eagerly. She looked at him with an odd exp​ression and they sat in silence. Soon the boy left and she was alone again. The next night he returned and cleaned her wounded wrists and ankles, feeding her a loaf of bread each night. Despite the extra food she seemed to stay skinny and sickly. She needed to get out of this place soon or she would die.

The shackles rubbed against her unprotected wrists and made them burn and ache. She was pale from the months of no light. She groaned silently as she sat on the ground, her arms pulled behind her. She pulled her arms underneath her legs to bring them back to their natural position. She sighed as she finished correcting them and stared at the door that was only a few feet in front of her. A dirty beam of light from a narrow, barred window lit a quarter of the door up. She closed her eyes, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done. The thought that no one was coming to save her ran through her mind over and over again. She brought her legs towards her body and rested her hands on her knees before laying her forehead on top of them, her jet black hair streaming over them. �Oh�� She groaned helplessly. She felt so helpless.

Vereta looked up just in time to see the Master raising his blade to plunge it into Williams chest when he saw something else. Sharon's smiling face came into his view. He was seeing two things at once, William and the Master, and Sharon. She said something but he could not understand her. He stood up and vaulted at William as he brought a hand forward in an attempt to ward the blade off. The Master kicked his hand aside and raised the blade once more as Vereta leaped in front of him. Sharon began to flicker out of sight. He was deaf to everything as the sword plunged into his chest and exited through his back. Light spilled out of Vereta's chest as his head snapped back, a gasp escaping his lips. The Master's hands began to burn and he let go of the blade as Umbra burned away to nothing. Vereta fell back and William caught him with shock written all over his face. Vereta looked up at William as blood spilled out of his mouth. "Find... her..." Vereta told him. "Whatever it... takes..." Vereta's head lulled sideways and his vibrant eyes grew dim as death gripped him. Vereta lied still and didn't move. William looked upon him, tears streaking his face as a single tear drop fell upon Vereta's face. The Dark Lord shuttered in excitement and let out an impatient growl. He was ready to claim his victims body. William looked up with a deep anger in his eyes, a burning hate like no other. He set Vereta gently down and stood up. William was ready to kill somebody with the intent to kill for the first time in his life.

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