When I said "it should have been longer" I just wanted to read more - you didn't have to edit your post!

Well, another update probably won't come for several days. So again.

Oh you updated...Niran changed...and then went back outside...unexpected plot twist!
Just messing around, good job very interesting...*Applause*

Oooh.. this is good with another update, very well written so keep on writing..

Some good writing here- wonder if we might find out a little more about why Niran is so anti-social? (Breaking into houses, rude, etc.) The troubles with the young lady (elf) are understandable to anyone who has been 14..... (Or 40, for that matter).

Hey....nice update, it´s always nice to learn more about Niran.....since I´ve got to know him pretty well in the rp-thread.....

This update came after a longer break than usual. I might however, find time to write a chapter every weekend as I have now.

-Gamer10

Enjoy
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Niran's father had returned home not long afterwards, with a handsome pile of septims to throw around in whichever way he pleased. Upon noticing that his son's sword was missing, he quickly replaced it with a new one. Not even, it seemed, the slightest bit annoyed with the boy. Niran was joyed when his father returned home, because he brought home news of a new deal he struck with important traders in Morrowind.

The very first night of his fathers return wasn't the least bit relaxed, with a party thrown for him. His father had been absent a year, the longest period Niran had ever spent without him. It was that night that the his father questioned him on the various occurences during his absence.

"What did you think of the Dunmer?" he said, referring to Faili and her father's visit some time ago.

Niran pondered over what to say for a moment, before coming up with a suitable answer. "The visit was certainly a surprise father, I wonder why you did not tell me they were too visit."

His father frowned slightly. "Had I known they were too visit before I had left for Morrowind, then I would have informed you. However," He paused and accepted water from a servant who had brought it from the well. Niran's father, Amroth, did not drink. Niran like his father, ended up with a great dislike for alcohol.

"However." Amroth started again. "I had little idea that any visit was too occur until I met Rumil and his fine daughter Faili on the way to Balmora."

Niran nodded, as his father drank from the goblet of water. When he placed the goblet down, he used his sleeve to wipe his face before he continued. "What did you think of Faili? Her father told he had plans for the two of you too meet."

His father noticed Niran was hesitant upon deciding what to say. So he spoke for him. "Speechless eh? Yes, she isn't used to the kind of adventurous life you enjoy. She basically always had someone to carry her around."

Niran was about to interject and say that it had been no different, but decided better. His father was in a rather cheerful mood.


16 Years - Chapter 1

Breakfast went smoothly, without any complaining on the part of his sister. She was tired of the same old food over and over again, with the local restrictions on the food supply. He stuck his fork through some strange looking loaf of "bread", without a clue as to what it really was.

When finished, he stood up and pushed his plate forward. Exiting the room smoothly without even being excused, and it wasn't until several minutes had gone by that Amroth looked up and noticed his son missing from the table. He shrugged and started eating again.

Outside, Niran paced to the back of the house. Right in front of a little target he had set up. Drawing his Ebony longsword, he swung it clumsily at the target, which was positioned on a crudely made dummy. His silver sword had been heavy, but it was nothing compared to the weight of this Ebony one. He nearly fell forward, and had to lean against the dummy to stop himself from collapsing into the dirt.

Several moments later, he was standing straight again and swinging his sword as best he could at the now "dummy". For it no longer had any resemblance to that of a human whatsoever.

A minute of this had gone by when his mother called him from the door.

"Hurry up Niran, or you'll be late too school." She shouted sternly, walking back into the house and closing the door.

His school equipment was already at the small academy downtown. So, without another moments hesitation, he sheathed his sword and ran off down the road.

The academy was a medium sized building of two levels, one for boys and the other for girls. Speaking of girls, Niran hoped he wouldn't run into Selvia(he was starting to realise that teasing her in first standard hadn't been a very good idea, it seemed that she was stuck on the prospect of getting revenge for all the times he mocked the way she would dress.) He turned the corner of a street nearing the school and as usual, ran into bad luck.

"Why hello, Niran."

"Uh hi Selvia, would you mind moving out of my way. I'm rather in a hurry now, I'll be late for school."

Instead of moving, she stepped forward and attempted to grab his sword from it's sheath, failing miserably.

"Nice try, but it's ebony." He told her, pushing her to the side in order for him to pass. "See you later." Then he added under his breath, "Hopefully not."

Upon reaching the school, he reached out a hand to pull open the double doors, and entered. The halls were deserted, for boys were on the first level and classes for them had already begun, it was not till an hour later that the girls would start school.

Darting down the hall, he turned swiftly and entered his homeroom, where his teacher was in the middle of explaining a god called Mara. Niran, after receiving a stern glance from the instructor, took a seat farthest back. The teacher muttered on about Mara, but Niran didn't listen at all. He was exceptionally bright, just not in this particular field. For he didn't find much interest in worship.

At the end of class the teacher summoned Niran to the front of the room as the rest of the students piled onto the next class, Niran very reluctantly came forward.

"Late again, what is your excuse this time." He said, rubbing his hands together and smirking.

"Mr. Cular, you know the punishment for being late to the very first class of the day. This class is mine and I will punish you as I see fit."

Niran glared at the instructor, who continued to smirk back.

"Remove that look from your face immediately Niran, or I shall have to remove myself. Rather, I could use a spell to freeze it in place. That would be nice, wouldn't it. You wouldn't even be able to move your mouth, and ramble on about nonsense, and how the gods are unimportant as you usually do. You're idiot of a father didn't teach his son respect for the divines as he should have."

This was too much for Niran, and he swung his fist at the instructors face. Never would he allow anyone to insult his father, after he had donated so much to this school.

That chapter was really good, lots of emotion...I do hope you can update when school is hectic.

Nice Gamer. Awesome emotion.

Niran certainly seems to have a great deal of anger...of course, I seem to recall that I did, too, at that age. Good update.

16 Years - Chapter 2

Niran couldn't move, a resolute force seemed to hold him in place. His eyes were wide with surprise as he stared up at his instructor, who was rubbing his hands together and grinning.

"A lesson to learn, don't bother with those more knowledgeable than you. I think a few hours like that should suffice as punishment." The man said, turning away and picking up a few scrolls.

"I'm sure you can find your own way out when the spell wears off."

With that, the instructor turned and strode haughtily out of the school room.

It was late in the evening when he returned home, his muscles cramped from hours of lying in the same position. Turning the knob of the door to his house, he dragged himself in. His parents were sitting by the fireplace, and talking. His father stood up when he noticed Niran.

However, Amroth didn't insist on an explanation from his son. He let Niran pass up the stairway without a word of questioning, however others were not to be so kind.

"Who were you seeing?"

"Don't bother me, or I'll complain to father. He told you to leave me be."

Niran's sister arrogantly raised her head and marched down the stairway past him. Niran made a rude gesture behind her as she passed. His sister was always bothering him about his social life, though it never was any business of hers. He had made this clear several times, his reluctance to tell her about his outings. She was persistent and refused to let up. Though it might have been for her own good, for Niran was easy to annoy and anger. He was even starting to think that she might enjoy getting him riled up, for it was hard for him to respond without getting himself in a great deal of trouble.


Slumping down onto his bed with a great sigh, he turned over stared blankly up at the ceiling. Thinking about nearly everything there was for him to think about. This state of thoughtfulness didn't last very long, for he soon had a terrible headache. With a great effort, he managed to clear his mind, shove everything away to be dealt with later. It was rather easy for him to escape anxiety, but his troubles always came back. Much harder than they had before. This he could not deal with, and he nearly went crazy whenever something drastic happened that would change his way of life.

School was one of them, an aspect of life he never really enjoyed. He was bored of school, and he despised his teacher, who was so conceited it's amazing he got the job he did in the first place.

Another was girls.

He found himself drifting a lot more often towards them, attempting half conciously to strike up a conversation. When he realized what he was doing he would always be terribly embarrased, and back down for fear of muttering something idiotic. His sister made matters worse, she was always poking fun at his way of speaking to them. She would mock him right there in front of Selvia, and Selvia would play along with his sister.

Between women and school he seemed to have enough to deal with, but then another matter came up. The most complicated of all.

His inheritance.

Amroth, his father, owned a large shipping company that traded as far as Summerset Isle. Amroth was so wealthy now, it mattered little whether or not he would continue to trade, but being a man who took great pride in his posessions, he wanted Niran to have the shipping company once he retired. Niran would have to have extra schooling in order to learn how to cope with such a draining task, and his father wasn't sure if the boy could be trusted with the company at all, for he seemed too wrapped up in other matters.

Very nice gamer, unfortunately the way you write it reminds me of Niran's horrible death, it's still very good and I like the mention of his father's company as well, and his problems dealing with women.

Nice update- gives some insight into Niran's troubles, as well as his background.

16 Years - Chapter 3

Niran looked up from his book and gazed at nothing in particular as the gentle breeze swayed the fragile strands of grass. He was leaning against a large tree, a tree that had probably been sitting there for generation upon generation that had passed their lives in Skingrad.

He faced the daunting pages of his book once again, it was a study book. He had difficulty with just plain studying in general.

"For thirty-eight years, the Emperor Tiber reigned supreme. It was a lawful, pious, and glorious age, when justice was known to one and all, from serf to sovereign. On Tiber's death, it rained for an entire fortnight as if the land of Tamriel itself was weeping."

He read a passage from the book, "A Brief History of the Empire", aloud to himself.

It's a little interesting . . . I guess.

The book was only one of the many they were reading in school, and he had to speak of the writings of Stronach k'Thojj III. Stronach was the author of the history book. Anyway however, Niran wasn't very good at giving speeches. He found himself extremely nervous in front of a gathering of others. His shyness could be called anti-social, where such an attitude originated from is unknown to me. Most likely from his fathers line, who were known for their short tempers. Despite such social set backs they are generally very good tradesmen.

"What're you reading?"

Niran closed his book and looked around the tree, and nearly gasped in surprise as Faili (who had one arm around the tree) smiled down at him.

She laughed cheerily and slid to the ground, resting her head on her hands as she lay in the soft grass.

"Faili? How the hell-"

She grinned, "Father is always busy. You know that. I couldn't stand to be left at home alone as he and mother went about. Speaking of mother she was supposed to-"

Faili stopped when she noticed the surprised look on Niran's face had basically frozen there.

"Well you can smile at least, or are you dissapointed with my visit."

Niran now couldn't help but smile, slightly embarrased.

"Well, continue then." he said as his shocked expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank gaze.

Faili giggled, sitting up and leaning against the tree as well as she stared out towards the sky. The wind rustled her dress as she sat motionless.

It seemed as though the rather disturbing occurences of her last visit had been long forgotten, or at least they pretended so. Neither one made at attempt to bring them up.

"How did you get here?"

Faili sat up until she had pulled her knees close and had her arms around them, resting her head on them.

"Silt strider part way, and the rest well, I rode." she paused for a second, thinking deeply about what too say next.

"Father payed for my lessons. I absolutely love it, I don't have my own horse. So I borrowed one to ride."

When Niran answered, his voice had softened up a bit. He spoke loosely.

"I've never ridden a horse before, though I would like too. It just seemes I never have the time, between studies and my swordsmanship practicing I don't have time for anything anymore." He looked at her, and realized she was looking back at him as their eyes met.

"It seems my life has become dull, I miss childhood Faili. Don't you?" he asked, he really meant for her to give a truthful answer.

She tilted her head slightly to the side as if she was a little confused, but then a smile started to play on the side of her lips.

"I probably do, but I don't know it. Or at least, what I mean is, I don't think about it. What's gone is gone. I can't ever go back and be a little girl again. Maybe I don't want too anyway, maybe I'd rather be an adult. Maybe I'd- maybe I'd rather be free to express my emotions, be free to be myself. It felt that as a child I was always being restricted one way or another." She looked away, down at the ground.

Niran only then realized that they had been edging closer to eachother as they spoke. They were close enough now to where they could feel eachother breathe.

He half conciously reached out and a hand and placed it on her cheek, lifting her face to look at him once again.

"You're not a child anymore, those restrictions are gone Faili." he said as he gently ran his hand back through her hair. She smiled up at him, as a tear ran down her cheek. Niran recognized that these were not tears of sadness, she was simply overwhelmingly happy.

He wiped the tear away and brought his face close to hers as he whispered.

"I'm not a child anymore either Faili. We're both free." He removed his hand from her face and once again turned to look out over the grass, out towards the sky.

"It's amazing isn't it, what a few days together can do too you." he said as he placed his hands behind his head. Faili leaned against him and he lowered one hand to put around her as they sat together.

"What did those days do too you? I believe I'm right in saying you're referring to our time spent together." she asked quizically, though Niran knew she wasn't as confused as she was pretending to be.

He looked at her once more, barely smiling as he lowered his other arm and put both arms around her. Pulling his face close to hers.

"I think you know exactly what it did Faili."

Gah! the mushiness!

Still good though. gold star for gamer10.

I loved this part, lots of emotion, and his surroundings are described as well as his feelings throughout the passage.

Well, after more than a month of break in my writing I am back. Hope this spawns a new mystery in Niran's life.

Read away.

-Gamer10


16 Years - Chapter 4

The unforgiving winter gale lashed out at the drunken figure wobbling up the muddy road, cloaked only in what appeared to be torn rags.

Passers by gave hardly a glance as he stumbled through, looking for some place to hide himself away for the night. Suddenly he found himself face over in the snow, having tripped over himself.

He stayed there for several seconds as the realization hit him, and he began to sob. Into the snow, where the tears mutated into frozen flakes of ice. No one came by to help him up, offer him a kind hand. Such was the hopelessness of his life.

Suddenly a firm hand grasped around his shoulder, and pulled him up.

"My friend, how did you get down there?"

The old drunk looked down, and muttered.

"Drank a bit much, I suppose. . .I'm a little dizzy."

Niran frowned and took a closer look at the man.

"Lucky you came along, or I would have stayed down there. This town isn't known for it's hospitality is it?" The man asked exasperatingly.

Niran shook his head and turned about. "Follow, hot food and a cozy fire awaits us!"

The elder was glad to cooperate.

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"So, what might your name be?" Niran said, dipping the ladle into the pot of stew and serving it to the old man.

"I'm Aemond Boss. The name doesn't ring a bell does it?"

Niran barely had time to shake his head.

"Used to be a professor, but I gave up the job and went travelling around Cyrodiil. Costly venture, but I gained quite a bit from it." He pushed a spoon full of stew into his mouth and the

warmth could be seen spreading throughout his face. "I also made quite a few enemies."

Niran froze for a moment, but quickly attempted to hide his fear.

Aemond noticed, "No need to be afraid, they haven't bothered me for a good decade now."

Niran raised an eyebrow, "That's a large amount of time. What have you been doing?" He sat down by the fire across from Aemond, taking to visciously attacking his bowl of stew.

"Not much, wandered about, drunk." Aemond said with a smile, which quickly faded. Niran hadn't noticed.

"Now," Aemond said after finishing his stew, "You must tell me about yourself."

Niran laughed, "Not much to tell, the name's Niran. I've lived around here all my life."

"There has to be much more than that . . . ."

Niran shook his head for the third time that day, "Not really, I try to live quietly."

The man nodded to him, then suddenly stood up. "Well, I best be off. Thank you Niran, maybe I'll see you again sometime."

Niran stood up and shook the man's hand. "Aemond, why not stay a little. There is a spare guest room, if you like you can live-"

Aemond cut him off and hurriedly strode to the front door. "No, I must leave." He said nervously. "I must leave now."

Then he was gone.

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Nice update gamer. Keep up the great work.

Ahh gamer! Nice update, glad you continue this....keep it up!

16 Years, Chapter 5


A moment later and it surely would have hit me. Niran thought incredulously, doubting whether or not he’d be able to dodge the next one.

Coinciding with his doubts, the next handful of scuttle hit him full in the face.

“Cut it out, will you, naughty little boy!” he shouted exasperatedly, scraping the scuttle off his face with his hands as he stumbled blindly forward, nearly tumbling into Faili.


Faili!


“What in the world is going on here!” she shouted, grabbing Niran by the shoulders and shaking him. He blinked several times as the last of the scuttle on his face dropped to the floor.

“We were-“ the little boy who had shaped the fight itself began to explain only to be silenced by a stern look from Faili.

“Out of here right now Ticedo, and I mean immediately.”

“Isn’t that generally what someone means when they say right now?” Niran asked with a grin.

Faili shook him, “Quiet!”

Niran raised an eyebrow and pulled himself away. “Relax, I’ll clean it up.”

Faili rolled her eyes and left the storage shed with a sigh, Ticedo staring after her.

“What a grumpy lady.” He said with a frown.

“Sometimes,” Niran said “But you never know Faili.”

He began to clean up, and Ticedo left.

“Figures,” Niran muttered after several minutes.

“What?”

Niran glanced up and Faili was standing there, her arms crossed. To top it off, she was smirking.

“I shouldn’t ever have agreed to stay for a month, father didn’t like it to begin with” she said as she tapped her foot “But you’re mother said someone had to stomp some sense into you, and she figured I was the best for the job.”

“Well then,” Niran said as he stood up “You’re not doing your job are you?”

“Oh, you just wait.” She said avoiding his gaze.

“You said that yesterday.” Niran said with a wink, “I don’t think I want you to do your job anyway. It doesn’t sound very exciting,” he paused to ponder for a second “Then again, with me as your subject you never know.”

She rolled her eyes again, but this time with a smile. “You’ll always be the same stubborn boy, won’t you? No matter how hard I try.”

“Probably,” Hopefully.

She laughed lightheartedly, “I think you’ve done enough for now. Why don’t you come back later and finish up. Besides, it’s beautiful outside now, what with the sun shining and the snow gleaming.”

It was beautiful outside to say the very least, and Niran was glad to get away from the cramped shed.

He took Faili’s hand in his, and they began to stroll through the snow.

“My shoes are getting all wet,” she said lifting a foot above the snow and attempting to brush the snow off, but her attempts were futile.

“I suppose I’ll have to go inside now,” she said in a gloomy tone.

Niran looked around, “Well the Tavern where you’re staying is well away from where we are right now.”

She stomped her foot, kicking up a lot of snow.

“Oh darn it,” she said “There really isn’t any way for me to avoid soaking my shoes is there?”

Niran let go of her hand, and picked her up.

It took her a second to realize what he’d done, but she wrapped her arms around his neck for fear of falling from his grip into the snow when the realization hit her.

“Oh you always have to do something like this don’t you.” She said, seemingly bemused.

“It’s going to seem silly if we walk into the tavern like this, put me down here.” She said as they reached the tavern doors, relieved that no one had seen them walk there.

Niran entered the tavern with Faili, and took a seat at one of the corner tables as Faili went up the stairs to her room on the second floor.

He stood up suddenly, and approached a man sitting at the bar.
“Aemond? Is that you?’
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I have tried, but failed to scavenge my mind and come up with interesting and new ideas for my story covering Niran, and so, I have decided to end his story permanently. I think it's about time to let him fade and push forward on new writing projects, for he has already died in the role playing realm, and I have since ceased to even play as him on Morrowind. New stories have become nearly impossible for me to conjure knowing that I have to plan it to lead up to the events already made in previous fanfictions by me on him, and in the RP. So, here, on the verge of a mysterious part of Nirans story that I might have been able to develop should the circumstances be different, we must leave off. I hope at least some of you have enjoyed the story up until now.

-Gamer10