Broken SoulBroken-hearted she sings,
yearning for the love of a kind king.
Lonely and scared she cries,
and she waits for the tears to dry.
As night goes to day,
it all seems to fade.
Black and white-her life,
it's just not the same.
Her king is gone, she's left to suffer.
The broken soul of a lost lover.
SanityHaskill hadn't expected this. The one his Lord had deemed his sucessor. A young wood elf girl named Arriana, from Tamriel. At the moment, she was retrieving the Chalice of Reversal for Duke Thadon. He was curious as to how this would go. Haskill had been in this realm so long, that he would just shrug off the madness of others. She however, was new. A fresh mind at the stake of insanity. He sighed, as he walked down the corridor of the palace.
Walking through the Duke's throne room, he sees Thadon enjoying felldew from the Chalice of Reversal. He cocked an eyebrow. The little elf was already back? Why hadn't she checked in with Lord Sheogorath? He began walking through the palace, looking in the main rooms for the bosmer. Nowhere was she. He pursed his lips.
Haskill continued down the hall, until he heard something. Weeping? He backed up to the broom closet. Yes, that was definitely weeping. He slowly opened the door, and saw the small elf in the corner, back against the wall and her f
Coming DaysArriana was scared. She had gotten out of the Imperial prison, Amulet of Kings in her small hand, heart beating so hard it felt bound to beat out of her chest. She ran as fast as she could, not stopping when her lungs felt ready to burst, when her knees buckled, bringing the elf to the ground. She stood and continued to run, her hand having a vice-like grip on the amulet.
When she came to Weynon Priory, she finally stopped running, her heart pounding like a hammer on an anvil. The bosmer walked to the doors of the priory, her legs threatening to give out at any second. She slowly opened the door, and stumbled in, black tendrils crawling in the corner of her vision.
Closing the door, Arriana slid down to the ground, breathing deeply with exhaustion. She wearily lifted her head and looked up to see a man in black robes gazing down at her with a bored expression on his face. "Yes, can I help you?" The breton asked her, crossing his arms. She stood up and brushed what she could off the alr