Luna Lioria is a story written from the perspective of a rebellious, and somewhat foolish, young Imperial girl named Luna who decides that she can no longer live with her "controlling" parents, and decides to run off on her own. To where, she doesn't know, and reality ultimately takes her by surprise. This first chapter encompasses her time spent in and around the Imperial City.
Morndas, 6th of Evening Star, Late Evening
I looked about me, the soft glow of the candle on the bedside table comforting as my gaze drifted towards the window, the panes of glass seemed barely able to hold out against the chilling winds that struck it so cruelly.
Glad I'm not a window.
I shook my head, what a silly thought, my exhaustion was getting the better of me and I felt as if I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings.
Not good, not good.
I had to stay awake, but I knew that I couldn't resist the tempting lure of a good nights sleep, and I would eventually have to give up the struggle, the enemy so relentless.
Why not leave in the morning?
My mother and father would never let me leave, let me go. I had to strike out when they were deep in their dreams. To them I was yet a child, but I knew myself to be different. I was fifteen, no longer a child, but not yet an adult. I was in between, the best stage of life for learning and experience.
I picked up my small bag containing some food, and a quill and paper, which I had taken from my mother’s desk. She would not mind I knew, because she would be nearly dead with worry over where I had gone. I felt guilty for this, but I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me as I stepped out the door into the slushy streets of Cyrodiil. Sleep could wait out the night.
The lantern I held in one hand lit the darkness that descended upon me, and it let me see my way around the familiar city.
The great houses, built solid and high, surrounded me, but provided little comfort. I could hardly see them anyway, night had set hours ago.
I had left my parents softly snoring in their bed, as I strode into a new era for myself, an era in my life of adventure. This era, I hoped, would be filled with mystifying times and tribulations for me to explore. Yet I felt wary as well, of what exactly I did not know, but I suppose it was the whole idea of leaving the Imperial Province, and journeying to a foreign land.
The night air was crisp and dry, I stood for a moment just a block or so by my judgment from my home. Gazing excitedly about me, I pondered deeply.
What if I am never to come back?
Brushing the ominous thought aside, I took a step further into the dark.
My hand took the brunt of a brick building and the lantern fell to the ground breaking open upon the icy street as the light I had been so grateful to have faded. I was thrust into the dark city of Cyrodiil, alone and without guidance. This was it, I knew, this was adventure, or at least the start of one. My stomach lurched, I was fearful, for all I had learned, all the knowledge I had gathered to this point, could not prepare me for survival on my own without others. I had no one now, I was really truly alone. The familiarity of the city drifted, and I found that I no longer knew what I thought I had.
Am I alone?
I froze, realizing that there may yet be someone who would see to it that I was not alone, and for the first time as well, I hoped to the gods that I was. The spell of fear I felt quickly left me, in a mere matter of seconds, and I regained most of the confident mental stability I had been overtaken by just a minute ago. The deepening fear had only subsided temporarily, I recognized, and it lingered with me in the back of my mind. It was the kind of fear someone got when they were about to get caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.
Without thinking, and hardly a second passed, my hand flew to my belt and my sword slashed through the air. Someone grabbed my hand, placing their own hand over my mouth. My sword however, contacted someone. I heard a shout of pain, and the collapse of a body. My hand was wet, but from what I could not see in the dark, though I guessed it to be blood.
My heart pounded as I dashed through the streets, desperate to find refuge and hide myself from the terrors that wandered here in the Imperial city.
I was barely aware of myself as I ran, panic had taken over. My sword still swung loosely from my hand as I slowed myself. I contemplated turning around and finding my way home, but I couldn't, I couldn't make myself now.
Eventually I managed to come to a complete halt, but now I was in a foreign part of the city. I had never wandered here before, and I wish I hadn't now.
There was nobody out, but I still felt my skin crawl as a shiver ran from my head to my toes. I stood there trembling, my eyes darting wildly back and forth.
A hand landed on my shoulder.
I spun around and kicked, ferociously attacking my stalker.
"Hold, hold!"
I stopped suddenly as the man kneeled, holding a hand to his stomach, his face a grimace.
"Quite a kick you've got there, is that how you greet everyone?"
I frowned, nearly sick "Do you often sneak up on young girls at night?" I asked accusingly, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword.
"Calm down miss, I didn't mean you any harm." The man looked up and grinned maliciously, I noticed, though his face was hardly visible, "You can stop shaking."
I took a few steps back.
The man's smile disappeared, "Now hold on a second, you wait right there!"
I turned in a hurry, and dashed off, only to get several feet before backing up again, as a man passed out of the shadows.
"You heard him," the strange man said, he held a sword in hand, "Stay right there."
I unsheathed my sword and lunged, luckily taking the stranger by surprise. The man didn't have time to dodge as the blade passed through him. I drew it out, and the body collapsed to the ground. Once again I found myself scurrying through the city.
It was sick; I knew what they would do to a young lady such as me, the pervasive nature of the drunks out this time of night.
I was freezing; the snow was coming down fast, wetting my clothes.
I must find somewhere to wait out the night.
Where?
I collapsed on the street, the ice and slush viciously biting at me as I pulled my knees to me and placed my head on them, noticeably shaking and shivering as my breath came in short gasps.
What am I, a child? Giving up so easily.
Yes, a child .
The world seemed so cold, both literally and metaphorically, and I had to struggle to hold my tears back.
The grim cruelty of reality took me, and I can't recall when or even how I managed to drift off into sleep as the freezing cold continued to assault me.
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Ohhh......nice gamer!....very well and suggestive written...Quite an adventurous night for young Luna, let´s hope she´ll feel better in the morning...
Keep it up, ya hear?
Keep it up, ya hear?
Very interesting story Gamer, I like the way reality takes its toll on the character so quickly as she realises that this whole thing won't be so easy. Interesting encounter with the drunks as well.
Very well executed, keep up the good work.
Very well executed, keep up the good work.
Is this over, or is it going to be continued?
Great job, I like the descriptive writing and choice of words.
Great job, I like the descriptive writing and choice of words.
Very, very well done. Great start, you get into the sotry right away. I really like how you express her thoughts so much. Helps you get closer to the character. Keep it up!
To have so much "reality" hit her in one night is pretty scary. Perhaps she should have waited until right before her parents woke up? Anyway, a great start to the story. I am looking forward to seeing what happens next.
Tirdas, 7th of Evening Star, Early Morning
When I awoke my fingers where numb, and it was still dark, but light was playing at the sky, it was very early Morning.
For some strange reason I had not shifted position in the snow, still kneeling with my hands pressed into the mixture of freezing ice and water that had collected on the street.
Someone was standing over me, and, as I had before, I attempted to act quickly, but my body was stiff, and as I made to throw my hand to the hilt of my sword I fell over sideways.
It wasn't a person at all, I then saw from the corner of my eye, but a dog.
It was small, visibly undernourished, and obviously curious. Its matted golden fur was stained with blood and dirt.
Reaching out hesitantly, I placed one hand on its head, hoping it would not bite.
Instead it moved its head back and forth under my head-!
I drew my hand back quickly, the dog was apparently a nest for fleas. Rising shakily to my feet, I began to stumble awkwardly away from it.
I heard, behind me, the pad of small paws on the pavement, and I turned my head slowly and saw in the dim morning light that the pup had chosen to follow me.
I did my best to scold it, shaking my finger and saying firmly "Go away," but there was something about it that made me nearly melt with sympathy.
"Go away," I said weakly, sneezing, and stumbling against a house. I watched it for several seconds, and during that time it sat still, so I turned and began to walk away . . . .
The darn doggie followed.
Frustrated I spun around, and stomped my foot angrily. "No, go away now!"
The dog whimpered and walked up to me, rubbing its head against my leg.
I sighed and knelt down, look the dog in the eye.
"Listen," I said, knowing this sounded silly.
"I can't let you follow me, I don't even know where I'm going."
To my great surprise, I though I saw the dog's head nod in understanding. Standing up and stepping back, I peered at it, bewildered.
Then it tore off through the streets, passing me, and I'm glad that I had the nerve to follow it.
It lead me out of the city, and I tore my gaze away from it for one second to watch the majestic buildings shrinking behind me.
Then it stopped . . .outside a stable? The stable was strangely abandoned, and stood alone, no cottage accompanied it.
I pushed open the stable door and the dog followed me, right at my heels.
"What is it?" I asked the dog, before smacking my hand against my forehead.
Why am I talking to an animal?
The dog turned its head to look up at me, as if in answer to my question.
Then it took the lead, leading me past a few pens until I came to one that appeared to be inhabited, but it wasn't.
There were books, and a candle, as well as a mat to sleep on. On a small crate beside the mat there was some strange meat, foreign but at least it looked edible.
I glanced down one last time at the dog, before collapsing onto the mat and taking the piece of meat in my hands, etiquitte forgotten.
"Here you go," I said as I handed some of the meat to the dog, who took it in his mouth.
It never did occur to me in the few minutes that I had already spent there, that someone had to live here.
Until the stable door that I had left open closed.
I rose to my feet, and began to exit the wooden pen, which was rather high, only to be stopped. I was looking directly into someones eyes, and I began to shake.
Backing up, I noticed that the figure had a sword in hand.
"I'm sorry," I said hurriedly trying to find some way to escape, "I-I had no idea anyone lived here."
Stepping out of the shadows of the stables infrastructure, the figure spoke.
"Thats all right," he said softly.
His eyes were an alluring brown, and I looked him over, my fear easing.
Perhaps he's friendly . .
"Forgive me," he said with a smile, lowering his weapon before dropping it on the ground, "I wasn't expecting a visitor." He glanced apprehensively at the dog, then he walked over and picked it up, muttering to it.
"So its your dog then? What's its name?" I asked.
He glanced back at me, "I haven't given it one, I think it prefers to be free of any label.
"What's your name then?" I asked.
He averted his gaze, then answered me, and I had to strain my hearing to understand him.
"I don't know."
When I awoke my fingers where numb, and it was still dark, but light was playing at the sky, it was very early Morning.
For some strange reason I had not shifted position in the snow, still kneeling with my hands pressed into the mixture of freezing ice and water that had collected on the street.
Someone was standing over me, and, as I had before, I attempted to act quickly, but my body was stiff, and as I made to throw my hand to the hilt of my sword I fell over sideways.
It wasn't a person at all, I then saw from the corner of my eye, but a dog.
It was small, visibly undernourished, and obviously curious. Its matted golden fur was stained with blood and dirt.
Reaching out hesitantly, I placed one hand on its head, hoping it would not bite.
Instead it moved its head back and forth under my head-!
I drew my hand back quickly, the dog was apparently a nest for fleas. Rising shakily to my feet, I began to stumble awkwardly away from it.
I heard, behind me, the pad of small paws on the pavement, and I turned my head slowly and saw in the dim morning light that the pup had chosen to follow me.
I did my best to scold it, shaking my finger and saying firmly "Go away," but there was something about it that made me nearly melt with sympathy.
"Go away," I said weakly, sneezing, and stumbling against a house. I watched it for several seconds, and during that time it sat still, so I turned and began to walk away . . . .
The darn doggie followed.
Frustrated I spun around, and stomped my foot angrily. "No, go away now!"
The dog whimpered and walked up to me, rubbing its head against my leg.
I sighed and knelt down, look the dog in the eye.
"Listen," I said, knowing this sounded silly.
"I can't let you follow me, I don't even know where I'm going."
To my great surprise, I though I saw the dog's head nod in understanding. Standing up and stepping back, I peered at it, bewildered.
Then it tore off through the streets, passing me, and I'm glad that I had the nerve to follow it.
It lead me out of the city, and I tore my gaze away from it for one second to watch the majestic buildings shrinking behind me.
Then it stopped . . .outside a stable? The stable was strangely abandoned, and stood alone, no cottage accompanied it.
I pushed open the stable door and the dog followed me, right at my heels.
"What is it?" I asked the dog, before smacking my hand against my forehead.
Why am I talking to an animal?
The dog turned its head to look up at me, as if in answer to my question.
Then it took the lead, leading me past a few pens until I came to one that appeared to be inhabited, but it wasn't.
There were books, and a candle, as well as a mat to sleep on. On a small crate beside the mat there was some strange meat, foreign but at least it looked edible.
I glanced down one last time at the dog, before collapsing onto the mat and taking the piece of meat in my hands, etiquitte forgotten.
"Here you go," I said as I handed some of the meat to the dog, who took it in his mouth.
It never did occur to me in the few minutes that I had already spent there, that someone had to live here.
Until the stable door that I had left open closed.
I rose to my feet, and began to exit the wooden pen, which was rather high, only to be stopped. I was looking directly into someones eyes, and I began to shake.
Backing up, I noticed that the figure had a sword in hand.
"I'm sorry," I said hurriedly trying to find some way to escape, "I-I had no idea anyone lived here."
Stepping out of the shadows of the stables infrastructure, the figure spoke.
"Thats all right," he said softly.
His eyes were an alluring brown, and I looked him over, my fear easing.
Perhaps he's friendly . .
"Forgive me," he said with a smile, lowering his weapon before dropping it on the ground, "I wasn't expecting a visitor." He glanced apprehensively at the dog, then he walked over and picked it up, muttering to it.
"So its your dog then? What's its name?" I asked.
He glanced back at me, "I haven't given it one, I think it prefers to be free of any label.
"What's your name then?" I asked.
He averted his gaze, then answered me, and I had to strain my hearing to understand him.
"I don't know."
Why is it that all the writers on this forum like to leave us in agonizing suspense? To write so well and leave us in suspense can be hard to bear.
In all seriousness, definitely a great installment. I'm very curious to learn more about the man and his dog, who I suspect is probably more than just a dog.
In all seriousness, definitely a great installment. I'm very curious to learn more about the man and his dog, who I suspect is probably more than just a dog.
Wow this is a must-read, i enjoyed the story a lot. And yes please don't keep us waiting for too long... Please
Very nice addition Gamer, the strong point of this story seems to be the mystery and uncertainty the character is presented with and you keep the story moving as well as interesting.
Goodjob!
Goodjob!
Nice. not much to say, other than "Who is this nameless guy!?!?!"
I cocked an eyebrow, “You mean you’re nameless?” I then folded my arms, and waited for a reply.
“Practically,” he said, looking taken aback at my sudden curiosity.
“Haven’t you ever thought of something you’d want to call yourself,” I asked him, lowering my eyebrow and glancing around once again.
He sat down beside the crate and lifted its lid, reaching inside and withdrawing a flask. “For what reason should I? Names are just labels given by others so they can recognize a person, I personally have no need for one.”
He gestured to the dog, “He calls me ARF!” The young man said loudly, gesticulating as he imitated the bark of the dog. “You can call me that as well, if you prefer.” Then, without any further statements, he raised the flask to his lips and drank.
I watched him inquisitively as he drank, unsure of whether that was meant as a joke. Then, after a few fleeting moments passed, I knelt and patted the dog on the head. “I’ll just call you Windswept,” I said softly, smiling at it.
Suddenly the man was on his feet, and I was sprawled back on the ground, using my arms to support myself as I stared, absolutely terrified, up at him.
“You leave him alone!” He hollered at me, his once gentle face was now one of contorted rage. “If he doesn’t want a name then he doesn’t have to have one!”
He’s completely insane!
“It’s just-just a dog,” I stammered out, crawling back and using the wall of the pen as support as I stood.
He took me by the wrist, and I reached for my sword with my other hand, but before I could draw it, he had twisted me around and now held me by my arms. Unable to reach my weapon, I just stumbled in the direction he pushed me.
He vehemently kicked open the stables doors and pushed me out; I immediately whipped around to face him and drew my sword.
“You filthy maggot!” I screeched, surprised at my own fury. “It’s just a damned dog!” I kicked the ground in frustration and sheathed my sword, all the while he watched me quietly.
I couldn’t stand it, was he purposely being pigheaded? I took a few quick steps towards him and slapped him across the face, my hand leaving behind a red tinted imprint.
Before I could even react he grabbed hold of my arms, but not forcefully this time, and instead of looking at me he stared into an empty space the seemed to occupy the area between us.
“It’s not just a dog.” He said, and let my arms drop to hang at my side. “He’s the only companion I have.” He turned around, now seemingly gloomy, and walked back into the stable, I heard his footsteps fade as he reached the end pen where he had set up his own little home, where he lived his own little life.
I stood there for minutes, listening to myself breath as I attempted to grasp and fully understand him. Then I understood.
Do I want to end up as he is? Alone?
I shook my head; he was more likely an abandoned individual, not a runaway. Taking a deep breath, and gathering my courage and compassion, I stepped in after him.
“Practically,” he said, looking taken aback at my sudden curiosity.
“Haven’t you ever thought of something you’d want to call yourself,” I asked him, lowering my eyebrow and glancing around once again.
He sat down beside the crate and lifted its lid, reaching inside and withdrawing a flask. “For what reason should I? Names are just labels given by others so they can recognize a person, I personally have no need for one.”
He gestured to the dog, “He calls me ARF!” The young man said loudly, gesticulating as he imitated the bark of the dog. “You can call me that as well, if you prefer.” Then, without any further statements, he raised the flask to his lips and drank.
I watched him inquisitively as he drank, unsure of whether that was meant as a joke. Then, after a few fleeting moments passed, I knelt and patted the dog on the head. “I’ll just call you Windswept,” I said softly, smiling at it.
Suddenly the man was on his feet, and I was sprawled back on the ground, using my arms to support myself as I stared, absolutely terrified, up at him.
“You leave him alone!” He hollered at me, his once gentle face was now one of contorted rage. “If he doesn’t want a name then he doesn’t have to have one!”
He’s completely insane!
“It’s just-just a dog,” I stammered out, crawling back and using the wall of the pen as support as I stood.
He took me by the wrist, and I reached for my sword with my other hand, but before I could draw it, he had twisted me around and now held me by my arms. Unable to reach my weapon, I just stumbled in the direction he pushed me.
He vehemently kicked open the stables doors and pushed me out; I immediately whipped around to face him and drew my sword.
“You filthy maggot!” I screeched, surprised at my own fury. “It’s just a damned dog!” I kicked the ground in frustration and sheathed my sword, all the while he watched me quietly.
I couldn’t stand it, was he purposely being pigheaded? I took a few quick steps towards him and slapped him across the face, my hand leaving behind a red tinted imprint.
Before I could even react he grabbed hold of my arms, but not forcefully this time, and instead of looking at me he stared into an empty space the seemed to occupy the area between us.
“It’s not just a dog.” He said, and let my arms drop to hang at my side. “He’s the only companion I have.” He turned around, now seemingly gloomy, and walked back into the stable, I heard his footsteps fade as he reached the end pen where he had set up his own little home, where he lived his own little life.
I stood there for minutes, listening to myself breath as I attempted to grasp and fully understand him. Then I understood.
Do I want to end up as he is? Alone?
I shook my head; he was more likely an abandoned individual, not a runaway. Taking a deep breath, and gathering my courage and compassion, I stepped in after him.
Very nice piece Gamer, interesting way in which the man reacts to the thought of the dog being named. 
Keep up the good work mate!
Keep up the good work mate!
A very intriguing installment. I will admit that the strength of the man's reaction caught me by surprise. I'm looking forward to finding out more about the man so that I can better understand his motivation.
He was sitting muttering to the dog when I tiptoed into the pen, and I took a seat opposite of him. He finished talking to the dog and patted it on the head as I had, then he looked back up at me.
“I’ve just had a short conversation with him,”
Oh great, he is insane.
“And he says that its okay if you call him Windswept. I-I guess I wouldn’t mind if you called him it either . . . “
He seemed busy with his eyes, looking everywhere but directly at my own eyes.
“Okay,” I said, slightly bothered by the lack of conversation. “I was wondering-“
He nodded, still avoiding my gaze, “You can take whatever you need, and then leave if you like.”
I frowned, “That wasn’t what I-“ I paused and sighed, “I was wondering if you wanted to come with me, wherever I’m going.”
His head jerked up, now staring me straight in the face. “Do you mean it?”
I nodded, “Think before you go though, whether or not you want to leave your-er . . .home.”
I heard him snigger, “Heck, if you’re not tired we can leave now, I mean, not to rush you or anything.”
I smiled feebly, “Well, I am rather tired . . .how ‘bout a few hours, you can collect what you want to take and we can go then.”
“All right.”
I closed me eyes and leaned back onto the mat that lie on the left side of the pen, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
Tirdas, 7th of Evening Star, Afternoon
When I awoke nameless was rustling through a sack that he had packed while I slept, in it he had managed to place a Journal, a few meals worth of food, and whatever coinage he managed to scrape up.
He saw me raise my head and he mumbled something.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m sorry.”
Surprised, I sat up. “For what?”
He looked embarrassed by now, “I- should’ve controlled my temper, you know . . .”
I nodded in concurrence, “And I forgive you, but I think we should get a move on now.”
He reached out a hand, which I grasped, drowsy after my nap. When I stood he let go quickly, and called his dog, which, though I had not noticed, had chosen to rest next to me on the mat.
“C’mon Windswept,” he said with a quick glance at me.
So, the afternoon after I had struck out from Cyrodiil, I was finally going to get somewhere. Now, we had to catch a ship to get to the mainland, from which we were separated.
“I’ve just had a short conversation with him,”
Oh great, he is insane.
“And he says that its okay if you call him Windswept. I-I guess I wouldn’t mind if you called him it either . . . “
He seemed busy with his eyes, looking everywhere but directly at my own eyes.
“Okay,” I said, slightly bothered by the lack of conversation. “I was wondering-“
He nodded, still avoiding my gaze, “You can take whatever you need, and then leave if you like.”
I frowned, “That wasn’t what I-“ I paused and sighed, “I was wondering if you wanted to come with me, wherever I’m going.”
His head jerked up, now staring me straight in the face. “Do you mean it?”
I nodded, “Think before you go though, whether or not you want to leave your-er . . .home.”
I heard him snigger, “Heck, if you’re not tired we can leave now, I mean, not to rush you or anything.”
I smiled feebly, “Well, I am rather tired . . .how ‘bout a few hours, you can collect what you want to take and we can go then.”
“All right.”
I closed me eyes and leaned back onto the mat that lie on the left side of the pen, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
Tirdas, 7th of Evening Star, Afternoon
When I awoke nameless was rustling through a sack that he had packed while I slept, in it he had managed to place a Journal, a few meals worth of food, and whatever coinage he managed to scrape up.
He saw me raise my head and he mumbled something.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m sorry.”
Surprised, I sat up. “For what?”
He looked embarrassed by now, “I- should’ve controlled my temper, you know . . .”
I nodded in concurrence, “And I forgive you, but I think we should get a move on now.”
He reached out a hand, which I grasped, drowsy after my nap. When I stood he let go quickly, and called his dog, which, though I had not noticed, had chosen to rest next to me on the mat.
“C’mon Windswept,” he said with a quick glance at me.
So, the afternoon after I had struck out from Cyrodiil, I was finally going to get somewhere. Now, we had to catch a ship to get to the mainland, from which we were separated.
Well, it's good to see that the two of them have made up. I am a little confused why he so quickly agreed to go along with her, but I do hope we'll find out. It's cool that the dog agreed to his new name; somehow having a name makes things feel more real.
Good installment.
Maybe he was so quick to come along because living in a barn is boring?
Maybe he was so quick to come along because living in a barn is boring?
Their trek brought them to a port, where the leader of the small expedition, Luna, decided they should rest the night at an inn, and set sail for the mainland of the Imperial Province the next morning.
Tirdas, 7th of Evening Star, Late Evening
We moved sluggishly, that is, Windswept, Nameless (I had made finding him a name a resolution, whether he wanted one or not), and I: Luna. It had been but six hours since we began our march, and we found ourselves now comfortably seated in a cozily small inn, with a fire burning in the fireplace, and food before us. Outside the winter gale wrecked havoc upon the homeless and the drunk, neither of which I had much sympathy for. Inside, I was safe from the horrors of late Imperial Winter, which I had experienced all too strongly not so long ago.
Nameless returned from the bar, where he had negotiated with the Keeper, and he looked happy. Knowing him for the short time I had, I wasn’t sure whether his smile meant success or optimistic failure, hopefully not the latter.
“Victory,” he said merrily, leaning forward and placing his head on his arms, which were resting on the table. His closeness unnerved me, and I leaned back away from the table. Noticing my discomfort, he too sat straight.
“We have a room?” I asked.
“I said victory didn’t I,” he reached a hand down to pat Windswept, but his hand touched the flooring of the inn. Embarrassed, and realizing that Windswept had cuddled up against my feet, he quickly pulled his arm back up. I couldn’t resist a smile, but his look of disappointment quickly erased it from my face.
“You have a family?” he asked, hesitant it seemed, at bringing up a personal conversation.
“Of course I do.”
I opened my mouth too quickly, recognizing soon after that he was envious of me for it. It was as if I was the only one in the world with a family, and he had the right to be spiteful.
“You didn’t have to say it like that.” He stammered, pushing his chair back from the table and turning away.
“Don’t get like that.” I commanded, standing up (which ultimately disturbed Windswept from his sleep, and the dog now trotted off to take a position over by the fireplace) then walking over to him.
“Don’t get like what?” he asked defiantly, failing to hide his grief when I looked into his eyes. I could tell he was blinking back tears.
Anxious at the prospect of gaining the attention of those I didn’t know, I pulled him up so he stood facing me. I then proceeded to whisper to him.
“This is neither the right place nor time for tears, wipe them away now and be over it. I don’t know you very well, but maybe later in a more private environment you can tell me about yourself, and what troubles you.”
He did as I instructed, and took his seat again as he wiped his tears away, but the blissful atmosphere our good luck held had all but disappeared into oblivion during his few brief moments of sorrow. I was unsure of whether taking my seat and allowing another conversation to pick up was such a good idea, but fearing for his sentiment, which seemed dangerously negative at the moment, I took it upon myself to sit back down.
“I’m rather sleepy; I fancy a nice nights rest might be nice for the both of us. Shouldn’t stay up to late, or you won’t be alert in the morning.”
He nodded approvingly, and I relaxed. “I’ll try my best,” he said.
What is the matter with him?
“I’m going to turn in now,” I stated, standing up as he handed me a scroll that had our room number scrawled out upon it. “Don’t wait to long,” I said as I yawned and stretched.
“Good night Luna.”
“Good night, erm-“ I felt my face redden as I remembered that he didn’t have a name.
To my surprise he chuckled, and I glanced down at him, “Well,” I told him, “Don’t forget about Windswept.”
Then I strode up the stairwell and to our room.
Tirdas, 7th of Evening Star, Late Evening
We moved sluggishly, that is, Windswept, Nameless (I had made finding him a name a resolution, whether he wanted one or not), and I: Luna. It had been but six hours since we began our march, and we found ourselves now comfortably seated in a cozily small inn, with a fire burning in the fireplace, and food before us. Outside the winter gale wrecked havoc upon the homeless and the drunk, neither of which I had much sympathy for. Inside, I was safe from the horrors of late Imperial Winter, which I had experienced all too strongly not so long ago.
Nameless returned from the bar, where he had negotiated with the Keeper, and he looked happy. Knowing him for the short time I had, I wasn’t sure whether his smile meant success or optimistic failure, hopefully not the latter.
“Victory,” he said merrily, leaning forward and placing his head on his arms, which were resting on the table. His closeness unnerved me, and I leaned back away from the table. Noticing my discomfort, he too sat straight.
“We have a room?” I asked.
“I said victory didn’t I,” he reached a hand down to pat Windswept, but his hand touched the flooring of the inn. Embarrassed, and realizing that Windswept had cuddled up against my feet, he quickly pulled his arm back up. I couldn’t resist a smile, but his look of disappointment quickly erased it from my face.
“You have a family?” he asked, hesitant it seemed, at bringing up a personal conversation.
“Of course I do.”
I opened my mouth too quickly, recognizing soon after that he was envious of me for it. It was as if I was the only one in the world with a family, and he had the right to be spiteful.
“You didn’t have to say it like that.” He stammered, pushing his chair back from the table and turning away.
“Don’t get like that.” I commanded, standing up (which ultimately disturbed Windswept from his sleep, and the dog now trotted off to take a position over by the fireplace) then walking over to him.
“Don’t get like what?” he asked defiantly, failing to hide his grief when I looked into his eyes. I could tell he was blinking back tears.
Anxious at the prospect of gaining the attention of those I didn’t know, I pulled him up so he stood facing me. I then proceeded to whisper to him.
“This is neither the right place nor time for tears, wipe them away now and be over it. I don’t know you very well, but maybe later in a more private environment you can tell me about yourself, and what troubles you.”
He did as I instructed, and took his seat again as he wiped his tears away, but the blissful atmosphere our good luck held had all but disappeared into oblivion during his few brief moments of sorrow. I was unsure of whether taking my seat and allowing another conversation to pick up was such a good idea, but fearing for his sentiment, which seemed dangerously negative at the moment, I took it upon myself to sit back down.
“I’m rather sleepy; I fancy a nice nights rest might be nice for the both of us. Shouldn’t stay up to late, or you won’t be alert in the morning.”
He nodded approvingly, and I relaxed. “I’ll try my best,” he said.
What is the matter with him?
“I’m going to turn in now,” I stated, standing up as he handed me a scroll that had our room number scrawled out upon it. “Don’t wait to long,” I said as I yawned and stretched.
“Good night Luna.”
“Good night, erm-“ I felt my face redden as I remembered that he didn’t have a name.
To my surprise he chuckled, and I glanced down at him, “Well,” I told him, “Don’t forget about Windswept.”
Then I strode up the stairwell and to our room.
Nice update. Mr. Nameless' moodswings are pretty unnerving...
It sounds like Nameless is concealing a great depth of so-far nameless emotions. His scars must run deep, and his pain must be close to the surface, for him to be so easily affected by the events around him. It sounds like Luna is on the right track, though, and I'm looking forward to watching her help Nameless face his demons.
The next morning, when I awoke, dressed and preceded downstairs I found Nameless already busy preparing to leave. Curious as to what form of payment the Innkeeper expected, I inquired.
Nameless turned around and answered nonchalantly, “It's all taken care of, don’t worry about it, Luna.”
Not wanting to disturb the peaceful ambiance of the morning, after what transpired last night, I did not proceed to pry a detailed answer from him. Yet I was worried over the fact that he might be lying, and we may run off without paying for our room, but I tried to forget it.
I thanked the innkeeper for the fine service and left, with Windswept at my heels and Nameless trailing behind. It didn’t take us but a quarter hour to reach the dock where we would look for a shipmaster willing to take us to the mainland from which the City of Cyrodiil was separated, for a reasonably low fee.
We found one quickly in the bustling port, where I suspected there was always someone looking for work. Nameless requested to be the negotiator, but I turned down his offer. Not wanting to dishearten him, for I knew he wanted to be of use to the expedition, I offered to let him try if I could not strike an acceptable deal.
I was in luck; the shipmaster was desperate and willing to take us for only a few Septims. Nameless looked a bit disappointed, but I was glad that that I was sure of what was transpiring.
The ship was not to leave until evening, so Nameless and I walked aboard it and looked at the cabin offered. The travel would only last several hours, but I didn’t want to travel on a third rate vessel.
When we set sail that evening, Nameless, Windswept and I gathered in the small cabin and sat without much to do. I tried to strike up a conversation, but failed miserably. Something was bothering Nameless, and I needed him to get over it quick, or he’d only be a burden. Standing up, I shuffled out onto the deck after patting the sleeping Windswept on the head. I made sure to close the cabin door behind me.
I stood at the railing, looking out over the water as we passed on by. Within seconds, as I guessed, I heard the cabin door open and close and the patter of feet on the deck. Nameless was by my side in a few moments, and as I was, he looked out over the water.
“Where are we going Luna?”
The question hit me off guard. I struggled to find an answer, but to no avail.
“I don’t know.”
Nameless sighed, and I heard in the still of the night the tapping of his fingers against the wooden railing.
“I left my home behind, for a silly reason, some might call it. I just wanted to experience everything I could before age took me and made me an adult, before the dull of a daily routine entered my life.” My voice trailed off, but there was only silence from Nameless, so I continued, quietly, nearly whispering.
“I wasn’t willing to concede, I wanted something else.” The repetitive sound of his fingers tapping came to a halt, and a warm hand found its way over mine.
“Like me.” He whispered sorrowfully, and the stumble of his words made me realize he was crying again.
“Yes,” I stuttered, “Yes, like you.”
Then his hand left mine, and he left me to stand alone on the deck of the ship. As I faced the open water, the dark realization of what I’d stepped into struck me even harder than his question.
Nameless turned around and answered nonchalantly, “It's all taken care of, don’t worry about it, Luna.”
Not wanting to disturb the peaceful ambiance of the morning, after what transpired last night, I did not proceed to pry a detailed answer from him. Yet I was worried over the fact that he might be lying, and we may run off without paying for our room, but I tried to forget it.
I thanked the innkeeper for the fine service and left, with Windswept at my heels and Nameless trailing behind. It didn’t take us but a quarter hour to reach the dock where we would look for a shipmaster willing to take us to the mainland from which the City of Cyrodiil was separated, for a reasonably low fee.
We found one quickly in the bustling port, where I suspected there was always someone looking for work. Nameless requested to be the negotiator, but I turned down his offer. Not wanting to dishearten him, for I knew he wanted to be of use to the expedition, I offered to let him try if I could not strike an acceptable deal.
I was in luck; the shipmaster was desperate and willing to take us for only a few Septims. Nameless looked a bit disappointed, but I was glad that that I was sure of what was transpiring.
The ship was not to leave until evening, so Nameless and I walked aboard it and looked at the cabin offered. The travel would only last several hours, but I didn’t want to travel on a third rate vessel.
When we set sail that evening, Nameless, Windswept and I gathered in the small cabin and sat without much to do. I tried to strike up a conversation, but failed miserably. Something was bothering Nameless, and I needed him to get over it quick, or he’d only be a burden. Standing up, I shuffled out onto the deck after patting the sleeping Windswept on the head. I made sure to close the cabin door behind me.
I stood at the railing, looking out over the water as we passed on by. Within seconds, as I guessed, I heard the cabin door open and close and the patter of feet on the deck. Nameless was by my side in a few moments, and as I was, he looked out over the water.
“Where are we going Luna?”
The question hit me off guard. I struggled to find an answer, but to no avail.
“I don’t know.”
Nameless sighed, and I heard in the still of the night the tapping of his fingers against the wooden railing.
“I left my home behind, for a silly reason, some might call it. I just wanted to experience everything I could before age took me and made me an adult, before the dull of a daily routine entered my life.” My voice trailed off, but there was only silence from Nameless, so I continued, quietly, nearly whispering.
“I wasn’t willing to concede, I wanted something else.” The repetitive sound of his fingers tapping came to a halt, and a warm hand found its way over mine.
“Like me.” He whispered sorrowfully, and the stumble of his words made me realize he was crying again.
“Yes,” I stuttered, “Yes, like you.”
Then his hand left mine, and he left me to stand alone on the deck of the ship. As I faced the open water, the dark realization of what I’d stepped into struck me even harder than his question.
good update. Lots of emotion, and the mystery of Nameless still grips us.
The ship sailed on for several hours, and I went to the cabin to rouse Nameless and Windswept from sleep. The fact that Nameless was emotionally disturbed, or so it appeared, didn’t do well to help build my courage as I placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him.
He mumbled something and turned over, and slowly his eyes opened to peer up at me. Then he smiled, much to my astonishment, and he stood up. I quickly backed away so as not to make the room feel congested.
“We only have about two hours until we reach port.” I informed him.
I saw him whisper to Windswept and the dog heaved its sleepy head and raised itself. Then, Nameless gathered what little we had and strode to the cabin door.
We all went onto the deck together, and all of us were surprised to see another ship sailing not a hundred strides from us, and making its way closer at a rapid speed.
The Shipmaster was on deck with the rest of the crew, and was barking orders. Something didn’t seem right, it was far to busy.
I seized on my curiosity and put forth my question to one of the crew standing nearby.
“Miss, I think its best if you stay in the cabin from now until we dock at port, we’re not sure who sails the other ship, but it looks to be pirates who made their way up the channel from Topal Bay.”
Oh Mara, save me.
To coincide with my thought, I raised a hand to my mouth, and my face furrowed.
What have I gotten into? Shall the waters be where I lie for the rest of eternity?
Nameless was in concurrence with my reaction, and when my discomfort became noticeable his hand moved to the hilt of his small sword. “They won’t harm us.” He said unsurely, “I’ll-we’ll fight back, won’t we Luna?”
I didn’t know what to say, and I opened my mouth as if to speak, but nothing was spoken.
How is he so good at catching me unready with such demanding questions?
“I don’t know, I don’t know!” I cried out, desperately searching for an answer as I closed my eyes.
I don’t know.
He mumbled something and turned over, and slowly his eyes opened to peer up at me. Then he smiled, much to my astonishment, and he stood up. I quickly backed away so as not to make the room feel congested.
“We only have about two hours until we reach port.” I informed him.
I saw him whisper to Windswept and the dog heaved its sleepy head and raised itself. Then, Nameless gathered what little we had and strode to the cabin door.
We all went onto the deck together, and all of us were surprised to see another ship sailing not a hundred strides from us, and making its way closer at a rapid speed.
The Shipmaster was on deck with the rest of the crew, and was barking orders. Something didn’t seem right, it was far to busy.
I seized on my curiosity and put forth my question to one of the crew standing nearby.
“Miss, I think its best if you stay in the cabin from now until we dock at port, we’re not sure who sails the other ship, but it looks to be pirates who made their way up the channel from Topal Bay.”
Oh Mara, save me.
To coincide with my thought, I raised a hand to my mouth, and my face furrowed.
What have I gotten into? Shall the waters be where I lie for the rest of eternity?
Nameless was in concurrence with my reaction, and when my discomfort became noticeable his hand moved to the hilt of his small sword. “They won’t harm us.” He said unsurely, “I’ll-we’ll fight back, won’t we Luna?”
I didn’t know what to say, and I opened my mouth as if to speak, but nothing was spoken.
How is he so good at catching me unready with such demanding questions?
“I don’t know, I don’t know!” I cried out, desperately searching for an answer as I closed my eyes.
I don’t know.
Wonderful update Gamer, I can't wait until I find out what happens next. You've truly given us quite a cliffhanger here with this last bit.
Update soon!
Update soon!
If every installment continues to increase the depth of this story, soon I fear I will be overwhelmed. The emotional complexity of your characters, especially Nameless, is truly astounding. I continue to look forward to each new post with eager anticipation.
I´ve just read through this whole story.....and I´m really glad I did....it´s plain awesome. You really have a talent of describing events, felings and details in a way that really is impressive.
Keep it up gamer.....I want more of this amazing story
By the way....I´m sorry I´v not commented more.....I´ll try my best to be more attentive!
Keep it up gamer.....I want more of this amazing story
By the way....I´m sorry I´v not commented more.....I´ll try my best to be more attentive!
“Luna?”
No, no, no!
“Luna?”
A hand grasped my shoulder, and shook me a bit. My eyes blinked open, and I gazed into the eyes of Nameless. They were alive with fear, sorrow, and a deep confusion. I took it from the look upon his face that mine did not differ much in that respect.
“Luna, the ship is approaching, surely, if they are pirates, they will attack the ship from afar before boarding to weaken it.” His tone of his voice was mixed anxiety and anticipation, and perhaps I sensed a bit of concern.
“What are you suggesting?” I asked. His voice implied a proposal.
“I think you ought to seek shelter in the cabin, or you might be injured in the foray.”
Are you mad?
“Don’t be silly,” I said as I shrugged off his request, “I’ll be fine, besides, that ship doesn’t look so big anyway.”
He unsheathed his sword, but I did not draw my own. I suspected that this whole ordeal would be over without a fight, but because I was not certain I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword as he had, not a few minutes ago.
“Don’t be to hasty, we have yet to see if they are even hostile,” I whispered to him, I had no reason to whisper but it seemed to fit the situation.
“Luna, they have yet to give us a reason to think of them as friendly.” He responded grimly, it sounded as if he had suddenly become angry with me.
Windswept was at our feet, and he was yelping excitedly. Was this a signal?
“Windswept is sure that there are pirates aboard that ship,” Nameless informed me. I bent down and smiled halfheartedly at the dog.
“I am beginning to wonder,” I said aloud, though I meant to keep my thoughts to myself so I spoke no more.
I stood and stared at the oncoming ship, and my sword shone in the air moments later when it aligned with ours.
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Thanks for the inspiring comments, school is going to be hectic for about two weeks from here on out, so don’t expect many other updates, or if any at all, expect them to be small.
Thanks again to all of you for taking the time to read what I’ve written.
No, no, no!
“Luna?”
A hand grasped my shoulder, and shook me a bit. My eyes blinked open, and I gazed into the eyes of Nameless. They were alive with fear, sorrow, and a deep confusion. I took it from the look upon his face that mine did not differ much in that respect.
“Luna, the ship is approaching, surely, if they are pirates, they will attack the ship from afar before boarding to weaken it.” His tone of his voice was mixed anxiety and anticipation, and perhaps I sensed a bit of concern.
“What are you suggesting?” I asked. His voice implied a proposal.
“I think you ought to seek shelter in the cabin, or you might be injured in the foray.”
Are you mad?
“Don’t be silly,” I said as I shrugged off his request, “I’ll be fine, besides, that ship doesn’t look so big anyway.”
He unsheathed his sword, but I did not draw my own. I suspected that this whole ordeal would be over without a fight, but because I was not certain I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword as he had, not a few minutes ago.
“Don’t be to hasty, we have yet to see if they are even hostile,” I whispered to him, I had no reason to whisper but it seemed to fit the situation.
“Luna, they have yet to give us a reason to think of them as friendly.” He responded grimly, it sounded as if he had suddenly become angry with me.
Windswept was at our feet, and he was yelping excitedly. Was this a signal?
“Windswept is sure that there are pirates aboard that ship,” Nameless informed me. I bent down and smiled halfheartedly at the dog.
“I am beginning to wonder,” I said aloud, though I meant to keep my thoughts to myself so I spoke no more.
I stood and stared at the oncoming ship, and my sword shone in the air moments later when it aligned with ours.
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Thanks for the inspiring comments, school is going to be hectic for about two weeks from here on out, so don’t expect many other updates, or if any at all, expect them to be small.
Thanks again to all of you for taking the time to read what I’ve written.
There is definitely more to this dog than meets the eye; perhaps it is some unfortunate mage stuck in a dog's form? Equally curious is how Nameless seems to understand the dog's barking, which suggests (as we already knew) that there's a lot more to Nameless than is obvious. These mysteries are the part of the story that captures most of my attention. Somehow, I don't think that the ship actually contains pirates; part of me suspects that the chase and soon-to-come boarding of the ship have much more to do with the passengers than with piracy. I'll try to wait patiently to find out the truth of the situation.
what mplantinga said! I second that fully. And I do understand when real life interfers with your creation....hmmm it´s very common I´d say,.
But we will wait for you to update.....when you can find the time to do so....
But we will wait for you to update.....when you can find the time to do so....
Argh...it is too bad we'll have to wait for the next update I'm dying to see what happens next. I truly hope you find the time to update now and again while juggling school.
Best of luck with school and life mate!
Best of luck with school and life mate!
I Like This Story as well, It is very well written and you seem to have put a lot of time into it. Ohh and Minque, i Know the quote you have in your sig is from Voltair but, what exactly does it say?
The ship wasn't as ominous when it came close enough for a detailed look on my behalf, and I was relieved when, instead of a one leg, one eyed pirate, a rather striking young woman boarded our ship after the two had positioned properly.
"I'm Captain Ponius, and that," she said as she motioned to her ship, "is Fina."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the lackluster name she'd bestowed upon the ship, for it was grand.
"And what in the name of Oblivion do you want Miss Ponius, I thought you were a darn pirate!"
The newly boarded woman frowned, "Pilpen you old man, you can clearly tell that the ship I'm sailing in is Fina."
The old captain stomped his foot, "Not from afar you can't!"
"Oh shut up. I don't care, do you have anything of interest, treasure map maybe?"
"You're too young and immature to have your own ship." The old man grumbled as he walked off.
The lady sighed, and turned to look at me. "Well who have we here? What's a pretty girl like yourself doing aboard this loafer’s ship?" she inquired.
"I'm going to the mainland," I told her hesitantly.
"Why not hop aboard my ship, we're not headed towards the mainland, but we can take you anywhere in Tamriel you'd like to go."
Someone, a member of the crew, snorted.
"Don't mind them, they're just arrogant selfish men," she said in a matter of fact tone.
"I-I'd like to, would you hold on a second," I turned to ask the opinion of Nameless and . . .yes, Windswept.
She noticed them then, and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Who's this?" she asked me of Nameless, the tone of her voice just as provocative as her facial expression.
I blushed, and turned away from Nameless as he stood there puzzled.
"He doesn't . . er . . exactly have a name." I told her as my cheeks burned a deeper hue of red.
"Risky, very risky, I’d find another boy if I were you?" Miss Ponius smiled as she joked.
I hadn't thought of Nameless that way, but it struck me then how it must look when the two of us traveled together.
Nameless spoke up, "Windswept and I," he told the lady "Wouldn't mind traveling with you for a while."
The lady smiled at him now, "Wonderful, just gather your stuff and jump aboard. I'm sure that we have a few spare bunks."
I nodded and took a surprised Nameless by the hand. We were going somewhere worthy of our time, I'd make sure of it.
"I'm Captain Ponius, and that," she said as she motioned to her ship, "is Fina."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the lackluster name she'd bestowed upon the ship, for it was grand.
"And what in the name of Oblivion do you want Miss Ponius, I thought you were a darn pirate!"
The newly boarded woman frowned, "Pilpen you old man, you can clearly tell that the ship I'm sailing in is Fina."
The old captain stomped his foot, "Not from afar you can't!"
"Oh shut up. I don't care, do you have anything of interest, treasure map maybe?"
"You're too young and immature to have your own ship." The old man grumbled as he walked off.
The lady sighed, and turned to look at me. "Well who have we here? What's a pretty girl like yourself doing aboard this loafer’s ship?" she inquired.
"I'm going to the mainland," I told her hesitantly.
"Why not hop aboard my ship, we're not headed towards the mainland, but we can take you anywhere in Tamriel you'd like to go."
Someone, a member of the crew, snorted.
"Don't mind them, they're just arrogant selfish men," she said in a matter of fact tone.
"I-I'd like to, would you hold on a second," I turned to ask the opinion of Nameless and . . .yes, Windswept.
She noticed them then, and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Who's this?" she asked me of Nameless, the tone of her voice just as provocative as her facial expression.
I blushed, and turned away from Nameless as he stood there puzzled.
"He doesn't . . er . . exactly have a name." I told her as my cheeks burned a deeper hue of red.
"Risky, very risky, I’d find another boy if I were you?" Miss Ponius smiled as she joked.
I hadn't thought of Nameless that way, but it struck me then how it must look when the two of us traveled together.
Nameless spoke up, "Windswept and I," he told the lady "Wouldn't mind traveling with you for a while."
The lady smiled at him now, "Wonderful, just gather your stuff and jump aboard. I'm sure that we have a few spare bunks."
I nodded and took a surprised Nameless by the hand. We were going somewhere worthy of our time, I'd make sure of it.
Yay! This I like, a cocky female captain....woah.....just the way I want it......so keep it up gamer....it´s awesome!
Again, another awesome update, It's getting better all the time. I'm windering whats the captain motives for bringing them aboard. Ohh and Yay Me!! I finally got an actual avatar!
Nice update Gamer, I also wonder about the captain's motives for bringing them aboard. I love the characters they seem so simple yet so complex...I know it doesn't make since but I like it so keep it up. 
The bunks were merely large sheets tied together, which needless to say wasn’t anything comparable to the beds available on our first transport. I left Nameless and Windswept to make themselves “at home” while I wandered onto the deck; I had quite a few questions for the captain.
The captain was exceptionally busy, I noticed, and I dared not divert her attention at that particular moment, so I went back down below deck to speak with Nameless, who was leaning himself against the wall and staring blankly down at Windswept.
“So,” I began, realizing I hadn’t anything to say.
“It’s all right,” Nameless gestured to Windswept, “he likes it just fine.”
I smiled somewhat lightheartedly, “I’m so relieved.” I said feebly.
He frowned, and I hastened to change the subject away from the strange dog.
“What about you?” I inquired, forcing concern to rise in my voice.
“I’m fine, even this beats living in a stable.” He said with a smile somewhat stronger than mine, “Besides, this is all very new to me. I have yet to form my own opinion.”
I nodded, “I, as well, have yet to make judgment, but all seems well. The crew and captain seem friendly enough.”
He chuckled, “Yes, they do, especially the captain.”
I cocked an eyebrow inquisitively, “What about the captain, hmm?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly and slyly, purposefully exaggerating the situation.
“She’s a lot older than you,” I stated, fixing up my bunk.
“I suppose you think I’m going to fall for someone like that, don’t worry, I’m not interested in someone nearly twice my age.”
“I didn’t say anything like that,” I said quietly and crossly, striding determinedly away from him to climb up to the deck.
I didn’t know why I had gotten irritable, but I couldn’t stand the way he acted as if I was the least important of our troupe. Even the damnable dog received more recognition than I did.
Am I jealous?
It was several moments later that I realized I’d walked out on a clueless Nameless. Taking a deep breath, I went below again to converse with him.
He was crying. Just barely, but if you listened you could hear him sniffling, I saw him wipe his eyes as I approached.
What in the world?
“Luna?” he asked, and my heart shattered.
Don’t get like this again. . . please not again.
“What is it?” I asked as gently as I could.
“I don’t know, but I-I can’t handle this anymore. No one seems to care, no one at all.”
He was rambling.
I walked over to him, and placed an arm on his shoulder.
“Shh . . now, everything is all right.”
He pushed me away, and I stumbled backwards, tripping over myself. I stared up at him the way I had the first time he’d done that back in the barn he used to live in.
This time was different.
He rushed down to me on the ground, and kneeled over. Attempting to raise me by the arm, “I’m sorry, god I’m sorry.”
I jerked my arm out of his grip, and immediately regretted it. He burst into tears and turned away to bury his head in his hands.
“Stop it,” I said strongly, “Stop it now. You’re acting as if you’re alone, but you’re not.”
His sniffling slowed.
“You’re not alone, because I’m here with you.”
I turned him around and kneeled to look into his eyes.
“Whatever it is you’re facing, you don’t have to face it alone, but you must tell me if I am to help. I can’t stand idly by and watch you like this, I just can’t!”
He wiped away a tear, “I know Luna, I know . . . and bless your soul, but I don’t know how I am to tell you. It’s not- it’s just not that easy for me . . . am I getting through to you?”
I nodded, kindly taking his hand in mine as he had done to me when we stood upon the ship.
“I’m here, you have time. Think it over, because I’m ready to listen whenever you are ready to tell me. “I awaited a response, half expecting him to be silent.
“Thank you,” he said, and a warm feeling came over me. I felt as if my heart had reconstructed itself within my chest.
The captain was exceptionally busy, I noticed, and I dared not divert her attention at that particular moment, so I went back down below deck to speak with Nameless, who was leaning himself against the wall and staring blankly down at Windswept.
“So,” I began, realizing I hadn’t anything to say.
“It’s all right,” Nameless gestured to Windswept, “he likes it just fine.”
I smiled somewhat lightheartedly, “I’m so relieved.” I said feebly.
He frowned, and I hastened to change the subject away from the strange dog.
“What about you?” I inquired, forcing concern to rise in my voice.
“I’m fine, even this beats living in a stable.” He said with a smile somewhat stronger than mine, “Besides, this is all very new to me. I have yet to form my own opinion.”
I nodded, “I, as well, have yet to make judgment, but all seems well. The crew and captain seem friendly enough.”
He chuckled, “Yes, they do, especially the captain.”
I cocked an eyebrow inquisitively, “What about the captain, hmm?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly and slyly, purposefully exaggerating the situation.
“She’s a lot older than you,” I stated, fixing up my bunk.
“I suppose you think I’m going to fall for someone like that, don’t worry, I’m not interested in someone nearly twice my age.”
“I didn’t say anything like that,” I said quietly and crossly, striding determinedly away from him to climb up to the deck.
I didn’t know why I had gotten irritable, but I couldn’t stand the way he acted as if I was the least important of our troupe. Even the damnable dog received more recognition than I did.
Am I jealous?
It was several moments later that I realized I’d walked out on a clueless Nameless. Taking a deep breath, I went below again to converse with him.
He was crying. Just barely, but if you listened you could hear him sniffling, I saw him wipe his eyes as I approached.
What in the world?
“Luna?” he asked, and my heart shattered.
Don’t get like this again. . . please not again.
“What is it?” I asked as gently as I could.
“I don’t know, but I-I can’t handle this anymore. No one seems to care, no one at all.”
He was rambling.
I walked over to him, and placed an arm on his shoulder.
“Shh . . now, everything is all right.”
He pushed me away, and I stumbled backwards, tripping over myself. I stared up at him the way I had the first time he’d done that back in the barn he used to live in.
This time was different.
He rushed down to me on the ground, and kneeled over. Attempting to raise me by the arm, “I’m sorry, god I’m sorry.”
I jerked my arm out of his grip, and immediately regretted it. He burst into tears and turned away to bury his head in his hands.
“Stop it,” I said strongly, “Stop it now. You’re acting as if you’re alone, but you’re not.”
His sniffling slowed.
“You’re not alone, because I’m here with you.”
I turned him around and kneeled to look into his eyes.
“Whatever it is you’re facing, you don’t have to face it alone, but you must tell me if I am to help. I can’t stand idly by and watch you like this, I just can’t!”
He wiped away a tear, “I know Luna, I know . . . and bless your soul, but I don’t know how I am to tell you. It’s not- it’s just not that easy for me . . . am I getting through to you?”
I nodded, kindly taking his hand in mine as he had done to me when we stood upon the ship.
“I’m here, you have time. Think it over, because I’m ready to listen whenever you are ready to tell me. “I awaited a response, half expecting him to be silent.
“Thank you,” he said, and a warm feeling came over me. I felt as if my heart had reconstructed itself within my chest.
Excellent updates. The great depth of pain felt by Nameless continues to tug at my heartstrings. I do hope he can find the courage to confide in Luna, and that she has the patience to help him through it.
I think I’ll play on the relationship forming between Luna and Nameless for a little while. I’ve had more free time than I suspected I would.
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“Well,” I told Nameless, “Perhaps you should come up on deck with me to have a look at the rising sun.”
Nameless smiled, and stood up. I pulled him up on deck, eagerly awaiting a chance to speak with the Captain.
Miss Ponius was standing on deck surveying the crew as they busied themselves, but she wasn’t busy directing them, so I took the opportunity to speak with her.
“Captain,” I asked rather queerly, not sure of how to address her, “Where do you plan on heading next?”
She thought for a moment, or at least I assumed that’s what she was doing, “Wherever you feel we should, as for the moment, the wind takes me where it will.”
Alarmed, I spoke quickly. “That’s an insane idea, I’d appreciate if you’d have the crew set a course for the mainland of Cyrodiil!”
“Oh don’t get that way with me little Miss, why sail straight for land. Let’s go sailing!” Captain Ponius said merrily, and I almost suspected she might break out into song and dance. I could use some amusement.
Nameless interjected, “I think, Captain, that it would be a good idea to sail somewhere safe, none of us,” he looked at me and would’ve looked towards Windswept had the dog not been below, “want to get hurt.”
The captain nodded, “Oh all right, but you’re missing out. It is greatly satisfying, to clash with Pirates.”
I shook my head nervously, “No, I’d much rather not, but as long as you take us somewhere safe you can scratch the idea of returning to Cyrodiil for the moment.”
The day passed rather quickly.
That night Nameless and I sat awake on the deck of the ship, and talked in whispers of what we expected.
He was busy attempting to frighten me with tales of dark ships and all that rubbish. What was he doing, when he was so insecure himself?
“Then, generally you hang,” he said finishing one tale, I gave him a slight push to show my objection, I suppose you could say in an affectionate way.
Before I knew it, his arms were around me and his face close to mine, close enough so that I could feel the warmth of his own body and the sound of his shallow breathing.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, my face feeling as though it was heating up.
“What does it look like?”
I was very tempted to answer that question, but I didn’t know the actions my planned answer might provoke.
“Luna?”
I realized I had closed my eyes, and when I opened them I noticed my face had drifted closer to his, I quickly withdrew.
He positioned himself so that he was sitting beside me now, and we both looked up at the stars.
“Luna, I think I can tell you now.”
I stretched out, lying on my side as I faced him. He mirrored my position.
“So tell me,” I whispered softly, and our eyes locked together as I braced myself for all he was about to throw at me.
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“Well,” I told Nameless, “Perhaps you should come up on deck with me to have a look at the rising sun.”
Nameless smiled, and stood up. I pulled him up on deck, eagerly awaiting a chance to speak with the Captain.
Miss Ponius was standing on deck surveying the crew as they busied themselves, but she wasn’t busy directing them, so I took the opportunity to speak with her.
“Captain,” I asked rather queerly, not sure of how to address her, “Where do you plan on heading next?”
She thought for a moment, or at least I assumed that’s what she was doing, “Wherever you feel we should, as for the moment, the wind takes me where it will.”
Alarmed, I spoke quickly. “That’s an insane idea, I’d appreciate if you’d have the crew set a course for the mainland of Cyrodiil!”
“Oh don’t get that way with me little Miss, why sail straight for land. Let’s go sailing!” Captain Ponius said merrily, and I almost suspected she might break out into song and dance. I could use some amusement.
Nameless interjected, “I think, Captain, that it would be a good idea to sail somewhere safe, none of us,” he looked at me and would’ve looked towards Windswept had the dog not been below, “want to get hurt.”
The captain nodded, “Oh all right, but you’re missing out. It is greatly satisfying, to clash with Pirates.”
I shook my head nervously, “No, I’d much rather not, but as long as you take us somewhere safe you can scratch the idea of returning to Cyrodiil for the moment.”
The day passed rather quickly.
That night Nameless and I sat awake on the deck of the ship, and talked in whispers of what we expected.
He was busy attempting to frighten me with tales of dark ships and all that rubbish. What was he doing, when he was so insecure himself?
“Then, generally you hang,” he said finishing one tale, I gave him a slight push to show my objection, I suppose you could say in an affectionate way.
Before I knew it, his arms were around me and his face close to mine, close enough so that I could feel the warmth of his own body and the sound of his shallow breathing.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, my face feeling as though it was heating up.
“What does it look like?”
I was very tempted to answer that question, but I didn’t know the actions my planned answer might provoke.
“Luna?”
I realized I had closed my eyes, and when I opened them I noticed my face had drifted closer to his, I quickly withdrew.
He positioned himself so that he was sitting beside me now, and we both looked up at the stars.
“Luna, I think I can tell you now.”
I stretched out, lying on my side as I faced him. He mirrored my position.
“So tell me,” I whispered softly, and our eyes locked together as I braced myself for all he was about to throw at me.
Playing indeed, you little tease. Thanks for giving us just enough information to feed our anticipation, then leaving us in painful suspense. It was a superb update, and I definitely want to know (soon!) what happens next.
may you be cursed......evil, thy name is "gamer" A cliffie.....juuust like that huh?
*sigh* Awesome installment though...
You update this soon ...or else....
*sigh* Awesome installment though...
You update this soon ...or else....
“Okay, well, I can’t quite remember all of it clearly, but I believe it started when I was but eight years old. I recall my mother and father-“ he stopped and suppressed a sigh, regulating his breathing, “I remember them, the people that came and took them, a few coins were exchanged and they were gone . . .” he paused for a moment.
“It was probably- well you’re parents were obviously being purchased, but how? The slave trade is illegal in Cyrodiil.” I expressed my disbelief through my tone of voice.
He nodded, “I know Luna, and I am not a citizen of the Imperial Province.”
I was shocked by this, he seemed to me to have the personality of any other Imperial I’d met, save the emotional trauma that was nagging at him.
“Where from, then, do you hail?”
He looked me in the eyes, “Will it matter any to you?”
I shook my head, “No, no it won’t.”
“Vvardenfell,” he said “Vvardenfell is my home.”
I shrugged indifferently, wondering why it would’ve mattered? I held no grudge against the people of Vvardenfell.
Suddenly his finger was at my lips, as I began to speak, “Shh . . .do you hear that?” he whispered frantically.
I heard it then, the sound of shouting. Raising my head slowly from where I was lying on the deck I peered out over the water and not far in the distance saw a ship alight with torches blazing along its own deck.
“Oh,” I exclaimed my fear sprouting and growing at a rapid pace, “What’s happening?”
Apparently, from my tone of voice, I’d frightened Nameless. He was still lying down as I stood up slowly, but moments later he hurried to stand.
“Get below deck,” I ordered him, he wouldn’t be able to fight competently at a time when his emotions had taken such a hold of him.
He looked at me, or rather down at me as I now noticed, and said blatantly, “No.”
I did not press the matter any further. As the “foreign” ship approached I noticed there were people standing and staring at the two of us.
“What the hell?”
I turned to look at Nameless as I realized his reason for such livid expression, there were arrows flying through the air. They were on fire!
Others were on the deck now, and everything was frantic. I was pushed aside several times in the minutes that followed as the crew of our ship returned fire.
Nameless was, I noticed, shaking considerably. Suddenly he snapped.
I saw him duck to the deck and hide behind a barrel, how could he do that now? He’d refused to go below deck, but now he was going to leave me to stand alone facing a volley of arrows.
“Coward,” I muttered disdainfully, surprising myself, but it was true. Or was I just callous?
The ship was even closer now, and I watched as it came near and the other crew prepared to board our ship. We were outnumbered, and well, I frankly hoped that we might be able to put up even a puny resistance.
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I can't go revealing everything at once, now can I? The story would die.
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“It was probably- well you’re parents were obviously being purchased, but how? The slave trade is illegal in Cyrodiil.” I expressed my disbelief through my tone of voice.
He nodded, “I know Luna, and I am not a citizen of the Imperial Province.”
I was shocked by this, he seemed to me to have the personality of any other Imperial I’d met, save the emotional trauma that was nagging at him.
“Where from, then, do you hail?”
He looked me in the eyes, “Will it matter any to you?”
I shook my head, “No, no it won’t.”
“Vvardenfell,” he said “Vvardenfell is my home.”
I shrugged indifferently, wondering why it would’ve mattered? I held no grudge against the people of Vvardenfell.
Suddenly his finger was at my lips, as I began to speak, “Shh . . .do you hear that?” he whispered frantically.
I heard it then, the sound of shouting. Raising my head slowly from where I was lying on the deck I peered out over the water and not far in the distance saw a ship alight with torches blazing along its own deck.
“Oh,” I exclaimed my fear sprouting and growing at a rapid pace, “What’s happening?”
Apparently, from my tone of voice, I’d frightened Nameless. He was still lying down as I stood up slowly, but moments later he hurried to stand.
“Get below deck,” I ordered him, he wouldn’t be able to fight competently at a time when his emotions had taken such a hold of him.
He looked at me, or rather down at me as I now noticed, and said blatantly, “No.”
I did not press the matter any further. As the “foreign” ship approached I noticed there were people standing and staring at the two of us.
“What the hell?”
I turned to look at Nameless as I realized his reason for such livid expression, there were arrows flying through the air. They were on fire!
Others were on the deck now, and everything was frantic. I was pushed aside several times in the minutes that followed as the crew of our ship returned fire.
Nameless was, I noticed, shaking considerably. Suddenly he snapped.
I saw him duck to the deck and hide behind a barrel, how could he do that now? He’d refused to go below deck, but now he was going to leave me to stand alone facing a volley of arrows.
“Coward,” I muttered disdainfully, surprising myself, but it was true. Or was I just callous?
The ship was even closer now, and I watched as it came near and the other crew prepared to board our ship. We were outnumbered, and well, I frankly hoped that we might be able to put up even a puny resistance.
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I can't go revealing everything at once, now can I? The story would die.
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Nice work. Why do I have the feeling that the flaming arrows are not a new way to say "Hi"?
Good Gamer really good.
I wonder what will happen. The emotions of your caracters, are so alive ( hey I found some ideas for my own story...thanks ).
Keep it up please.
I wonder what will happen. The emotions of your caracters, are so alive ( hey I found some ideas for my own story...thanks ).
Keep it up please.
Once again, you've given us just enough to get our adrenaline flowing, then left us hanging. I do hope Nameless has something up his sleeve other tthan cowering in fear...
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Perhaps it is just my intuition that the chain of events that have occurred up to this moment, took place as if they’d been fully been planned out beforehand. It’s hard to express what I mean, but it’s sort of foggy, it’s as if I’d seen this happen before it had. Life, it seems, is full of silliness, especially when it comes to destiny.
Whether this was destiny or not, I didn’t like it.
With a sigh of exasperation, I trotted grudgingly over to Nameless.
“Don’t tell my you plan on hiding here throughout everything?” I asked irritably, glowering down at him.
He looked up, surprised that I’d sauntered over, and responded rather shakily. “Yes, that’s what I plan.”
I bent down and pulled him up to his feet, “You are not going to stay down there, you insignificant coward!” I yelled, “You’re going to stand your ground!”
He looked rather sheepishly at me, as he cowered before my fury.
“O-k-kay,” he stuttered, and he drew his sword.
The ship was closing in, and I drew in a deep breath, and then let it out in attempt to relax myself.
A volley of arrows took our ship by surprise again, and Nameless threw his arms out childishly in attempt to ward them off.
A warm feeling suddenly came over me, spreading from my upper arm to my chest, surprised I looked down and gasped.
“No . . .Nameless, help!” I cried out, my head swimming as the blood from the arrow wound in my arm begin to trickle down my arm.
Wheeling around at the cue of my frightened voice, he darted over to me, as I began to lose control of myself.
“Good lord! Luna, you’ve been hit twice!”
Where had the second arrow gone . . . and then I remembered the warm feeling in my chest.
Am I going to die?
The last I remembered was that I fell forward and heard the terrified voice of Nameless calling out in desperation.
Perhaps it is just my intuition that the chain of events that have occurred up to this moment, took place as if they’d been fully been planned out beforehand. It’s hard to express what I mean, but it’s sort of foggy, it’s as if I’d seen this happen before it had. Life, it seems, is full of silliness, especially when it comes to destiny.
Whether this was destiny or not, I didn’t like it.
With a sigh of exasperation, I trotted grudgingly over to Nameless.
“Don’t tell my you plan on hiding here throughout everything?” I asked irritably, glowering down at him.
He looked up, surprised that I’d sauntered over, and responded rather shakily. “Yes, that’s what I plan.”
I bent down and pulled him up to his feet, “You are not going to stay down there, you insignificant coward!” I yelled, “You’re going to stand your ground!”
He looked rather sheepishly at me, as he cowered before my fury.
“O-k-kay,” he stuttered, and he drew his sword.
The ship was closing in, and I drew in a deep breath, and then let it out in attempt to relax myself.
A volley of arrows took our ship by surprise again, and Nameless threw his arms out childishly in attempt to ward them off.
A warm feeling suddenly came over me, spreading from my upper arm to my chest, surprised I looked down and gasped.
“No . . .Nameless, help!” I cried out, my head swimming as the blood from the arrow wound in my arm begin to trickle down my arm.
Wheeling around at the cue of my frightened voice, he darted over to me, as I began to lose control of myself.
“Good lord! Luna, you’ve been hit twice!”
Where had the second arrow gone . . . and then I remembered the warm feeling in my chest.
Am I going to die?
The last I remembered was that I fell forward and heard the terrified voice of Nameless calling out in desperation.
Oh....amazingly thrilling.....you reeally got yourself a superb story here gamer! yay I like it..AND the nice picture! Hehe somehow I already pictured Luna like that...in my imagination!
Good work!
Good work!
It's like you enjoy leaving off in the most heated moment leaving us wanting for more...well it worked now get to it mate.
“Luna?” I heard the anxious whisper of a recognizable voice, “Luna, are you awake?’
My eyes fluttered open, partly of my conscious doing, and because my longing to see my friends, Nameless and Windswept, was so strong I just couldn’t help myself. I had been out cold for too long, I knew.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” I said merrily, peeking through one eye and grinning up at Nameless, who’s panicked expression was immediately swapped with one of relief.
“Be careful, don’t move about too much, you’ll hurt yourself.” He said, and he seemed depressed despite the fact I’d awoken. His face, though not as burdened with stress as it had been only moments earlier, held no sign of happiness, not even the trace of a smile.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” I said in my normal matter of fact, yet at the same time blissful, tone of voice.
Nameless grinned a bit at that, but placed a hand on my shoulder, “Luna, if you try to get up I will restrain you, Captain Ponius would kill me if you hurt yourself while I was present.”
I sighed and made no move. Instead, I looked dejectedly, half faking my unhappiness, and immediately this forlorn expression on my behalf prompted Nameless to speak.
“Luna, while you were asleep we passed through the Topal Bay, and have set our course for Valenwood.” He told me, frowning while in thought.
“That’s fine with me. What’s the matter?” Now it was my turn to be concerned, I knew he could lose it real fast.
“I’m so far away from home. . .”
“I am far away from home as well, but – wouldn’t you rather find a better home than the one you have?”
This only caused his emotional distress to deepen, “How am I supposed to go about doing that. I know where we’re going – but then again I don’t, not really. Luna, when I first left with you, only three days ago now,” I knew then that’d I’d been asleep at least a full day, and maybe then some, “I did so because I saw an illusion of happiness, something I’d longed for all my life. When I was a child, I used to feel as if happiness was something only the wealthy and well educated could enjoy, like the emotion itself was for the privileged. I know better now, Luna, because when you opened your eyes only a minute ago I was - happy, relieved, comforted by the notion that you were all right. Happiness and content with our lives does not come through ourselves, but through others. It takes others around us to make us happy, and I suppose that’s why I was never happy. When I lived in that decrepit barn, I was never happy, but when I met you and you told me that you were willing to help me, I knew I’d found happiness. No matter where this journey may take me, as long as I’m with you I’ll be all right. I could live anywhere, as long as you were there, and be happy. I don’t need a better home, I just need someone like you.” Something in his voice made me turn my head, he was crying again.
Silence for several drawn out moments, “You haven’t a name, but you need one. Wouldn’t you like one?” I asked quietly as I attempted to understand what he’d just said.
He wiped his eyes, “Yes, I-I suppose I would. . . “
I closed my eyes for several moments, but opened them again soon afterwards, “How about . . .Edward?”
He smiled, “Sounds nice.”
I smiled back, “Sounds noble,” I said, “It’s the perfect name for you.”
And I laughed, no – I giggled (gosh it’d been a long time since I’d done that), and looked up at the ceiling, impatiently awaiting my recovery so that I might jump from this bed and run onto the deck to meet the shining sun.
Here ends the first chapter.
My eyes fluttered open, partly of my conscious doing, and because my longing to see my friends, Nameless and Windswept, was so strong I just couldn’t help myself. I had been out cold for too long, I knew.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” I said merrily, peeking through one eye and grinning up at Nameless, who’s panicked expression was immediately swapped with one of relief.
“Be careful, don’t move about too much, you’ll hurt yourself.” He said, and he seemed depressed despite the fact I’d awoken. His face, though not as burdened with stress as it had been only moments earlier, held no sign of happiness, not even the trace of a smile.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” I said in my normal matter of fact, yet at the same time blissful, tone of voice.
Nameless grinned a bit at that, but placed a hand on my shoulder, “Luna, if you try to get up I will restrain you, Captain Ponius would kill me if you hurt yourself while I was present.”
I sighed and made no move. Instead, I looked dejectedly, half faking my unhappiness, and immediately this forlorn expression on my behalf prompted Nameless to speak.
“Luna, while you were asleep we passed through the Topal Bay, and have set our course for Valenwood.” He told me, frowning while in thought.
“That’s fine with me. What’s the matter?” Now it was my turn to be concerned, I knew he could lose it real fast.
“I’m so far away from home. . .”
“I am far away from home as well, but – wouldn’t you rather find a better home than the one you have?”
This only caused his emotional distress to deepen, “How am I supposed to go about doing that. I know where we’re going – but then again I don’t, not really. Luna, when I first left with you, only three days ago now,” I knew then that’d I’d been asleep at least a full day, and maybe then some, “I did so because I saw an illusion of happiness, something I’d longed for all my life. When I was a child, I used to feel as if happiness was something only the wealthy and well educated could enjoy, like the emotion itself was for the privileged. I know better now, Luna, because when you opened your eyes only a minute ago I was - happy, relieved, comforted by the notion that you were all right. Happiness and content with our lives does not come through ourselves, but through others. It takes others around us to make us happy, and I suppose that’s why I was never happy. When I lived in that decrepit barn, I was never happy, but when I met you and you told me that you were willing to help me, I knew I’d found happiness. No matter where this journey may take me, as long as I’m with you I’ll be all right. I could live anywhere, as long as you were there, and be happy. I don’t need a better home, I just need someone like you.” Something in his voice made me turn my head, he was crying again.
Silence for several drawn out moments, “You haven’t a name, but you need one. Wouldn’t you like one?” I asked quietly as I attempted to understand what he’d just said.
He wiped his eyes, “Yes, I-I suppose I would. . . “
I closed my eyes for several moments, but opened them again soon afterwards, “How about . . .Edward?”
He smiled, “Sounds nice.”
I smiled back, “Sounds noble,” I said, “It’s the perfect name for you.”
And I laughed, no – I giggled (gosh it’d been a long time since I’d done that), and looked up at the ceiling, impatiently awaiting my recovery so that I might jump from this bed and run onto the deck to meet the shining sun.
Here ends the first chapter.
Great first chapter Gamer, there seems to be some tension building between the characters and I thought it was good that the character known only as "nameless" has been given a name at this point. Very good mate, keep it up.
Chapter 2
Over the oceans dark waters, above the planes and deserts of Tamriel, a spirit pondered.
“Isn’t this lovely?” he asked himself mockingly, not really expecting an answer.
“Yes, it is,” came another voice, its tone sweet and desirable.
“Luna is quite the adventurer, isn’t she?” the second voice asked.
“No, she’s a foolish young girl who’s going to end up in a lot of trouble.” The first said smugly, as if this was perfect. “She should go home.”
“Now, now, what about our plan?” Asked the second voice.
“What, that nameless, worthless, little boy. Things aren’t going as planned, he wasn’t supposed to befriend her, it will make this whole thing difficult.”
“When the time comes,” the second voice stated, “He will remember who he is, and will serve us once again. That girls blood will cleanse immortality from me, and I will once again be able to live among the mortals.”
“Why you are so jealous of mortal women I do not know, but you’ve heard my warning. Once you are a mortal you shall never return here. In fact,” said the first voice, “You aren’t even sure if Luna’s blood will bring you to a state of mortal capacity.”
“I’m sure of it,” hissed the second voice now, sweetness all but gone, “She is the one.”
Fredas, 17th of Evening Star
Eleven days now, gone by. I saw Edward gaze longingly up at the sky as the raindrops pitter-pattered on the deck of the ship.
“What’s the matter Edward?” I asked him, the familiarity of the question causing me to smile, though the situation didn’t fit it.
“Nothing, just the rain, that’s all.” The gloomy, dark sky was, I agreed, demoralizing.
“A little rain never hurt,” I told him, and the wind picked up as I said it. “C’mon, lets get below deck where it’s warm.” I finished, taking a hold of his arm and dragging him along, he much rather preferred to be on the deck, but I couldn’t let him catch cold.
Below deck I trotted over to my sack of clothing, and changed, Edward turning away so as not to embarrass me, but – I cared little for privacy now. There was no place private enough aboard this whole ship.
“Edward, you should really put on some dry clothes or you’ll get sick,” I said worryingly.
“I’ll be fine Luna,” he said dreamily.
I strolled over to him as he lay in the hammock, and stared grudgingly into his eyes.
“I’m serious Edward, if you don’t change-“ But I stopped as a smile spread across Edward’s face.
He sat up then and I backed away. “Luna, don’t you worry. You worry to much.”
He was right, I did worry far too much, but who was he to tell me that, what was so wrong with me caring.
“Fine,” I grumbled fiercely, pushing him down onto the hammock so that he was in a lying position again, “See if I care.”
He sat up hurriedly and reached out a hand to talk hold of my wrist as he stood, “Luna, I didn’t mean it like that.”
I wrenched my hand away and turned to face him, my eyes blazing with amassed anger. “How the hell did you mean it then Edward?” I cried out, “What’s so wrong with me caring about you?”
He looked hurt. “Luna, can you not see I am a young man, I just don’t need someone worrying about me right now- its not that I don’t want you too. Damn it all Luna, I just can’t care about you the same way you can about me, that’s why.”
I swiped a tear from my cheek, my anger not subsiding. “Why not?”
“I don’t know how.”
With that he turned away from me and stood silent, and, unable to speak to him now, I threw myself down onto my hammock and drifted into sleep.
Over the oceans dark waters, above the planes and deserts of Tamriel, a spirit pondered.
“Isn’t this lovely?” he asked himself mockingly, not really expecting an answer.
“Yes, it is,” came another voice, its tone sweet and desirable.
“Luna is quite the adventurer, isn’t she?” the second voice asked.
“No, she’s a foolish young girl who’s going to end up in a lot of trouble.” The first said smugly, as if this was perfect. “She should go home.”
“Now, now, what about our plan?” Asked the second voice.
“What, that nameless, worthless, little boy. Things aren’t going as planned, he wasn’t supposed to befriend her, it will make this whole thing difficult.”
“When the time comes,” the second voice stated, “He will remember who he is, and will serve us once again. That girls blood will cleanse immortality from me, and I will once again be able to live among the mortals.”
“Why you are so jealous of mortal women I do not know, but you’ve heard my warning. Once you are a mortal you shall never return here. In fact,” said the first voice, “You aren’t even sure if Luna’s blood will bring you to a state of mortal capacity.”
“I’m sure of it,” hissed the second voice now, sweetness all but gone, “She is the one.”
Fredas, 17th of Evening Star
Eleven days now, gone by. I saw Edward gaze longingly up at the sky as the raindrops pitter-pattered on the deck of the ship.
“What’s the matter Edward?” I asked him, the familiarity of the question causing me to smile, though the situation didn’t fit it.
“Nothing, just the rain, that’s all.” The gloomy, dark sky was, I agreed, demoralizing.
“A little rain never hurt,” I told him, and the wind picked up as I said it. “C’mon, lets get below deck where it’s warm.” I finished, taking a hold of his arm and dragging him along, he much rather preferred to be on the deck, but I couldn’t let him catch cold.
Below deck I trotted over to my sack of clothing, and changed, Edward turning away so as not to embarrass me, but – I cared little for privacy now. There was no place private enough aboard this whole ship.
“Edward, you should really put on some dry clothes or you’ll get sick,” I said worryingly.
“I’ll be fine Luna,” he said dreamily.
I strolled over to him as he lay in the hammock, and stared grudgingly into his eyes.
“I’m serious Edward, if you don’t change-“ But I stopped as a smile spread across Edward’s face.
He sat up then and I backed away. “Luna, don’t you worry. You worry to much.”
He was right, I did worry far too much, but who was he to tell me that, what was so wrong with me caring.
“Fine,” I grumbled fiercely, pushing him down onto the hammock so that he was in a lying position again, “See if I care.”
He sat up hurriedly and reached out a hand to talk hold of my wrist as he stood, “Luna, I didn’t mean it like that.”
I wrenched my hand away and turned to face him, my eyes blazing with amassed anger. “How the hell did you mean it then Edward?” I cried out, “What’s so wrong with me caring about you?”
He looked hurt. “Luna, can you not see I am a young man, I just don’t need someone worrying about me right now- its not that I don’t want you too. Damn it all Luna, I just can’t care about you the same way you can about me, that’s why.”
I swiped a tear from my cheek, my anger not subsiding. “Why not?”
“I don’t know how.”
With that he turned away from me and stood silent, and, unable to speak to him now, I threw myself down onto my hammock and drifted into sleep.
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