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Daughter of the Reach 3c/3

[(Anonymous)]

“I told you not to do that.” He said, annoyed despite the time it had saved them.

“Why? You might not take things from your own kills but I am no Nord.” She took the little thing from her pack and dangled it in the space between them.

“It is dishonourable.” He grumbled, snatching it off her and inspecting the little animals engraved on its palm.

“You speak as though Nords have never stolen from the dead.” She followed quietly behind as he turned the circles of the door. “Besides the dead have no need for property.”

“Fine. Do as you please, but don’t expect me to like it.”

The door slid into the floor in a rumbly way that did nothing to block out the sudden rush of voices that assaulted Niamh. Her bare skin rose into goosebumps and she shivered. “Another cave.”

“Stop your grousing.” He began to pace carefully over the uneven surface, making sure not to trip over any hidden roots that had plagued him for most of their quest.

“You must hear it now.” She told him as the singing grew louder, an itch at the back of her skull began to intensify and she stopped walking.

“Hear what?” He had stopped as well, his face covered in frown lines exaggerated by the dirt and war paint caked onto his face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She could hear the words now, rumblings of old men speaking in tongues that she was supposed to understand. It had been the same in the Lost Valley Redoubt, the singing and irresistible pull towards the nonsense markings on the large curved wall. The painful whisperings that told her she should know what they meant. “You go on ahead, I’ll be fine.”

She wouldn’t be fine; her feet had started walking again, her companion’s gasp and oath to Ysmir at the view was barely noticeable as she scrambled over towards the raging noise of the stone wall. Once again the words were glistening, humming with energy that pulled her towards it.

‘Know what I am little girl.’ She thought grimly, sinking to her knees against the grey slate and feeling all the energy leak out of her bones and into the earth below. The chanting had drowned everything out, her body trembled from the force as knowledge she couldn’t understand tore through her and left her breathless.

Fus

The word said Fus.

“Niamh!”

The moment was gone as a thick Nord hand grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of the way of the draugr that swung its great sword in her direction. She was sent sprawling to the ground, landing with a painful crunch on her lumpy pack. Pain flashed over her eyes, making her head spin. There would be a bruise on her leg in the morning.

The wasted thing turned back to her, eyes black and soulless as it positioned itself for another swing. Still disorientated by the gods’ damned wall, she scrabbled onto her feet and lifted her hand to cast a spell, any spell. Her mind went blank. It lunged at her and the Werewolf was there before her. He sliced through its neck, knocking the head clean from its shoulders. With a victorious grunt, he turned to face her, only to rush to her side as her legs gave way.

“What in oblivion was that?” He hissed, lowering her down to a sitting position and letting her back rest against the wall. Niamh shook her head, pulling her knees up to her face and letting her forehead rest on them, hiding her face from him.

“It was a thing.” Gods touched, just as the Hagravens had always told her, their crooning wrinkled faces alight with glee when her mother had brought her to them. “That happened.” It had happened with every cursed wall in the Reach the stupid creatures had been able to drag her to. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” He told her, kneeling down to her level as she composed herself. When she snuck a glance at him, he looked concerned, not like the snarling wolf he’d been acting as all day. Oh the shame! He had had to save her from something she should have burned to a crisp in seconds. “You were a woman possessed! What magic was that?”