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It stopped close to dark allowing her to properly bring the fire to a good height and she sat beside it, using a stick to pick out the large vegetable chunks, some of them still raw when she bit into them. She didn’t care, she was hungry and it was all she had to eat. When she had finished them all she drank the broth, quiet as she did and she slept on the small space where the stones were dry, shivering twice in the night from the cold.

The air was full of fog when she woke and she packed her things, leaving towards the Reach. She felt like a vagabond, like the bard she had met. She wondered if she could be like him, maybe offer her services to folks but she realized she really didn’t have any. She wasn’t trained by the college nor did she have any other skills. She stopped thinking after a while, walking quietly in the fog and she found the road to Whiterun, carefully following it out to the plains.

She fought another sabre cat as soon as she veered off the path.

--

She stripped off her robes before she moved into the small pool under the waterfall cascading from the jagged rocks of the Reach, shivering before she eased into it, her hands rubbing her shoulders. She sunk down, sneaking to let the water just hit her head and she shouted in delight as she was soaked, the water spilling over her mangy locks in a large shower. She moved back, out of the stream and reached up, smoothing her hair back. She did it a few more times until her hair was as slick as oil and she slowly relaxed, looking at her hands under the water.

Every scar she had acquired seemed to show up on her body and she traced the ones on her arm, moving to count them after a while. She had them on her arms, stomach, chest, face, and legs. She wondered what her back looked like, her hand subconsciously reaching to touch and she found herself staring at her reflection in the water she cupped in her hands.

Though inaccurate, she still got an idea on what people saw when she spoke to them. She flicked the water off her hands, ashamed. She was suddenly filled with embarrassment and she exited the pool, using some rags she picked up to wipe her body down, tugging her robes on after and she grabbed her things, leaving.

--

“I know you’re in here!” the voice hissed and she remained still by the rock, not daring to breathe. “Just make it easier on yourself and come out!”

She continued to hide, her heart slamming against her ribs as she did, watching the area in front of her as the hag searched her out. After what felt like forever it stopped and lowered its hands, moving back down the rock hallway to where its home was. She crept out of her place, her hands sweaty on the staff she had acquired and she began to go back the way she came, her robes sweeping the ground as she did.

“There you are!” the hag screeched and she screamed, running. Its claws slashed her back, its horrible voice ringing in her ears and she turned, swinging the staff as hard as she could. It made a sickening crack as it hit the hagraven’s head, the beast falling after but she didn’t stick around to see if it was dead. She just ran, breaking out of the cave and rushing down into the wilds, her stomach sick as adrenaline pumped through her veins.

She ended up collapsing, retching by the side of the road as she shook, still filled with fear. The staff was now coated in blood, the wood at the top cracked from the impact and she drew her knees to her chest, crying.

She was still just a child in the world. She shouldn’t be exploring caves so recklessly.

--

It occurred to her when she was walking over the plains, a light flurry hitting her as she did.

She was a year older.

She stopped, looking at her feet before she continued. Dates meant nothing anyways.

--

She held the book in her hand, shocked, the cover worn around the edges but otherwise it was brand new. She inspected it, turning it over, waiting to see if it was a fake but nothing indicated it was. She turned to the miner, shocked.

“Y…You really wish me to have this?” she said, skeptical. “W-Why?”

“I ain’t no mage,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’m a blacksmith, and a fine good one at that! But I don’t have any coin to give you for what you’ve done-”

She shook her head, cutting him off. “No, please, I cleared the mines out as an act of kindness. I don’t need pay for it! Frostbite spiders are easy to deal with!” she protested and he stared at her. It made her flush, embarrassed and she held the book back to him but he refused.

“Young lady, those spiders may have been nothing to you but for all of us, they have been a terror for weeks. No one here could take down a single one and yet you went and killed them all! A simple spell tome is paltry payment but it’s the least I can do.” She bit her lip, not convinced and he sighed. “Like I said, none of us here are mages. That tome will sit in a dresser here until the end of time. Its better someone like you gets to use it. You deserve it.”

She looked at the book again, biting her lip. Slowly she opened it, strange drawings on the page and before she could comprehend what they were the book pulled out of her hands and shattered making her shout. Her hands felt warm, a new spell knitting into her head and she winced before she opened her eyes. The burly blacksmith gave her a curious look and she looked to him before calling forth the spell.

A bubble of dark purple formed in her hands and suddenly, they were gone. All of her was gone. She was invisible! The blacksmith made a sound. “By Shor’s bones! She disappeared!”

“I’m here!” she said making him step back, frightened and she stepped forward, her body still gone but once she hit the side of his workbench she became whole again. They looked to each other.

He scratched his head, still wary. “Well, I suppose that could come in handy…”

She nodded but he was now stiff and his welcome and hospitality had disappeared. She was imposing on him now, her new magic obviously making him view her differently and she frowned and fetched her bag, giving him a bow. She ran off before he could say anything else, not wanting him to think she would stay and rob him blind or something. She went south to Riften, moving into the trees to avoid the massive Imperial-owned fort and she stopped by a small creek, pulling her hands out to test her magic again.

It seemed as long as she didn’t touch anything, she could remain invisible. She thought of all the bandit camps she had passed and how useful this would have been a year ago after she set out. It would have saved her a lot of bloodshed but her magic had grown strong from it so maybe it was fate that she didn’t.

She decided to only use the ability when it was absolutely necessary. There was no need to draw further attention to herself.

--

Her robes were becoming ratty and she finally had to stop and strip, pulling out some string she had saved to try and mend them.

She didn’t do a very good job and she sighed, tugging them on anyways. She hoped she would come across some new ones soon. The purple her robes once sported was fading and the trim around the edges were frayed. She tugged on her boots and continued her journey.

--

She stood staring up at the statue of Talos before Windhelm, his figure imposing from the rock he stood on, snow sticking to the chiseled grooves. The wind blowing around her was bitter cold but she didn’t draw her cloak near, her mind focused instead on the god. She didn’t understand the fuss over him. He was just a man.

She went around the rock, deciding to go in for a closer look when she saw movement down the road. A stormcloak patrol. She drew her robes around herself, her head down as she slowly walked and they passed by her without an incident.

She climbed the small hill once she was sure they were gone, keeping her balance on the stone bridge and she stood before the statue, the small shrine below it covered in various items. She looked at the bottles of stamina, some covered in frost and others brand new and she pulled her knapsack off her shoulder, digging within it to pull out a bottle to add to the collection when her fingers slipped. The bottle dropped down and she chased after it, falling to an area below the statue when she screamed at the body she had found below.

There was an axe embedded in the back of a Thalmor Agent, his blood caked on the rocks, his eyes glassy, skin starting to sink and she stumbled, horrified before leaving, not bothering with the bottle. She had to get away.

--

She had found a bow made of the finest ebony. Leather that had been perfectly grooved was wrapped around the grip, details carved from pearls and ivory adorning the sides and as she held it, her breath stilled. It was beautiful and she dearly wished she was an archer as the weapon was meant to be used, but she wasn’t, her hands only made for magic and she contemplated on what to do.

For the first time in months, she thought of her Jarl. It stung, the thought but she knew the bow would suit him perfectly. It was decadent and strong, much better than his worn glass bow and she sat before the chest for a while, thinking about what to do. She didn’t want to go back to Falkreath – how could she? Her heart burned thinking about it – and she thought about giving it to a courier to take but she knew how easily the poor boys could die along the way.

She would have to take it herself. She gathered up her coins, checking to see how much she had so it wouldn’t look so atrocious with her walking in to give the Jarl a bow and nothing else and she had enough to possibly stock his coffers again. She didn’t know how the treasury was doing but any amount of coin was probably welcome.

She set off, hooking the weapon to her back despite how it slowed her a bit and she stepped out into the morning sun, shielding her eyes as the bright light stung a bit. She was on the edge of Whiterun and she slowly started to make her way to the road, climbing a bit of a hill before she met the stones.

By the time she made it to Falkreath, it was nearing past midnight, the air cold and the sky dark, clouds obstructing any stars in the sky. She stood before the Longhouse knowing everyone inside was sleeping. Everyone in the town was sleeping in fact, save for maybe Valga in the Inn but she wasn’t in the mood to go there and rent a room. She wanted this over as quick as possible and she decided to leave the bow and coin on the throne; an anonymous gift.

She entered the hall, the fire inside still crackling and it had changed once more since she had last been there. There were two thrones now, the hall decorated with new banners, new trophies and there was furniture in the corners, gifts from afar. She slumped, guilty, staring at the lavish things she never thought to get for her Jarl and she slowly walked to the thrones. His and Hers.

She pulled off the bow, gently laying it across the arm of the one on the left before she pulled off her knapsack, quietly reaching in to put out the small bag of coins. She set it down, the bag making a bit of noise and from the bedroom she heard a sound. It was the sigh of a baby and she froze, looking up.

So his wife had the child. She wondered what it was, if it was a boy who would grow up to be handsome like his father or a girl who would become as beautiful as her mother. It didn’t concern her but she waited, not wanting the babe to wake before she threw on her knapsack. She crossed the hall, ready to leave when a voice called to her.

“Kjersti,” it said, cold and she stopped, her heart thrusting into her mouth. It was painful and she felt like she was going to wretch but she didn’t move, her hands turning clammy. Footsteps sounded on the stones but they didn’t come from the bedroom. Her Jarl had been in the wine cellar and she remained still, stiff as a board, as he came to her side.

She could smell the mead on him and she shook as she gave a quick bow. “Excuse me,” she said quietly, not looking at him as she moved to the door but he grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and she was forced to stop. He said nothing but he squeezed hard making her wince and she had to finally turn, her fingers reaching for his to pry them off. He spun her, forcing her to fully face him and her breath hitched as their eyes met, her hair pooling around her neck, the long, jagged strands sweeping down her collar.

He said nothing and she bit her lip. It hurt seeing him. It had been more than a year and her worst fears were confirmed – she was still madly in love with him despite how much she tried to ignore it. Her heart ached and she broke their gaze to look at her feet, her wrists still bound in his grip. He let out an annoyed sigh.

“Where have you been?” he growled making her flush. “You owe me a fortune in taxes!”

She stared at him and slowly her shoulders slumped, her flush fading. Of course. She pulled her wrists from his grip, rubbing them as she stared at the floor and he continued to glare at her waiting for an answer. She had none to give and when it was apparent she wasn’t going to speak he reached up and touched her scars. She flinched but he pressed his thumb against her and she stopped, letting him do as he wished.

His hand moved down and she grabbed it, preventing him from touching her chest. “You have a wife,” she said quietly and he pulled away making her flush. “Please, my Jarl. I should go.”

“I own you,” he snapped. “You only leave on my instruction! And you do as I bloody well ask!”

“Yes, my Jarl,” she said automatically but it didn’t feel right coming from her anymore. She had been her own master for so long that to submit again felt strange. He reached for her again, his hands moving down her body but she grabbed him, making him stop.

“You’re married,” she said once again and he growled, his nails digging into her skin making her wince. “I-It’s… It’s an insult for you to be with me now! If you’re seen… y-you’ll be disgraced!”

“You idiot,” he hissed but his hands let go of her and she hugged her body, staring at the stones. “Why did you come back here then? To just leave a flimsy bow and some coin and then go?”

“Yes,” she stressed and her eyes moved up, meeting his. He was angry and she didn’t know why. “My Jarl, I know not to insult you or your name. I only came to give you some things for the treasury. I intended to leave again so… so that…”

“So that what?”

She closed her eyes, calming herself. “So that I wouldn’t tempt you,” she admitted and his scoff made her cringe. “I know I shouldn’t assume, but you’ve always said I was…”

“You’re an idiot,” he cut in and she went silent. “You stupid fucking elf.” She bowed her head in an apology but he advanced on her. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” she said and he stared at her making her flush. He cupped her head, holding her still and he moved forward making her stiffen. She knew what was coming and she grabbed his hands, her nails tugging on him. “You can’t,” she pleaded. “You’re married.”

“So what,” he shot back but she stopped him, her heart aching.

She pulled away. “You’re a Jarl,” she reminded him. “I’m just your Thane. There is no marriage or love in this. That’s how it will always be. You’ve… always said so yourself.”

He stared at her, hard but she didn’t say a word. She could feel his anger, how disappointed he was in her and he shoved past her, opening the door.

“Leave,” he commanded and she did as he asked. She ran down the steps, moving past the burning lanterns and she didn’t look back as she did; she had done enough. He released her from his service and she ran past the gate into the wilds.

Her feet carried her down the road, her running slowing to a jog and she soon was slowly walking, the early morning air creeping in through the forest, the sounds of wolves on the hunt echoing in the valley. She merely followed the road, her heart aching as she did but she didn’t cry over it, she had done enough of that already. She aimed for Whiterun, taking the path and she drew her cloak around her as she did, silent, continuing down it through the night.

She slowly walked along the road as the plains beckoned her and she stopped, looking towards where Rorikstead lay before she cut off the stone path, running up the hill towards the top. All around her the stars were slowly disappearing from the sky and the light blue of dawn was calling to her. She rushed towards it, her breath coming out in pants as she did.

She hit the top, running towards a mountain of rocks, her hands grabbing the cold stones and she pulled herself up, standing tall as a breeze caught her. It blew back her hood, the ends of her robes whipping behind her as well and she closed her eyes, inhaling. When she opened them again, the morning light was starting to shine over the mountains, a light blue mixing with purple as stars twinkled above.

This was her favourite time. A dawn breaking meant a new day and that meant a new start, something she hadn’t seen or had in a while. She was worn from her emotions, blinded from her lust and stupidity and as the sky changed to a light pink she began to flush. The wind hit her again making her shiver but she continued to stand, eyes on the sky.

It was then something was called into her mind; a realization she never had before. Years upon years ago when her mother lived and she was a child, how she questioned her, begging for answers and she was told only when she was older she would understand.

Somehow, she finally knew. The reason her mom hid them away for so long, why she wasn’t allowed near the road or near others. Being with them led to these feelings, this heartache she could barely mend from, the weight of being alone amongst a crowd. They struggled when they were in the meagre home but she was never unhappy like she was now. When she thought about it, her mother was trying to protect her. She never knew her father but what his presence did to her mom must have affected her enough to make her try and shield her from it.

She closed her eyes again, the wind rushing through her hair. She should have listened. She was so messed up now she didn’t know what to do. She turned down the only man she would ever love, was childless, loveless, and she assumed homeless as she couldn’t bear to go back to the manor her Jarl gave her and now she stood on the rocks of the Reach watching a sun rise from the east, the rays warm on her body.

“What do I do?” she asked the sky. “I have nothing. I have no prospects, no money, no home or family! What do I do?!”

The wind hit her as if guided by the gods and strands of her hair blew over her vision making her shiver and push them back over her ear. She looked to the west where the wind was blowing and a strong scent of juniper and lavender hit her making her close her eyes and sigh. It reminded her of her mother and she hugged her arms.

“That’s right,” she said softly. “I started out with nothing before… I can do it again.” She opened her eyes, looking to the sky painted like the lights of the north and she smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. She had a knapsack full of odds and ends but her skills were greater than when she had started. She could enchant, craft a few potions and even smith a sword. It was plenty for her to survive on and she found herself stretching, smiling at the morning sky.

Her Jarl had moved on, he had a child, a beautiful wife and a Hold he ruled over. She was just as he always said – a peasant – and her silly notions towards him needed to be buried so she could move on as well. She reached into her bag, digging through the various pockets and she pulled out the emerald ring she had acquired for him, holding them up to the light. It sparkled, her throat tightening as it did and she held it for a second, her heart beating, broken, before she shouted and threw it as far as she could over the cliff.

It bounced once on a rock near her then disappeared, lost among the pebbles and she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her. She wiped at the tears spilling from her eyes but she refused to think of it. He had everything he needed and she was no longer required.

She jumped off the rock, the morning light now flooding the plains and she made her way along the cliff, moving to a goat path to descend into the Reach. She stopped, looking one last time towards Falkreath, her heart pounding as she did but she forced herself to smile. She hiked up her robes and disappeared down the path.

The wind picked up again, blowing the stalks of lavender that grew along Whiterun and the day began as it always did, beasts that lingered in the night returning to their dens and those that owned the day moving out from their shelters.

Somewhere along the Reach, the black-haired Altmer mage disappeared, her footsteps moving off the road. There was a footprint in the sand, another in the mud before they were gone completely.

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blergh. my wrists hurt

OOo I hope she finds love again in this AU. I wish she could have rubbed the Jarls face in it like "Hey I to have moved on and found love". I'm glad this is not how things turn out, I love the other universe to much lol.

*rubs A!A's wrists* Thanks for that immensely good read, A!A!!

My heart hurts

oh god I just.

Q.Q

Ugh, sweet Meridia I'm CRYING ;_;

Yes! I was hoping you'd do this, Kjersti A!A! Ah, and you didn't disappoint! This was just so great and heartbreaking at the same time!

It stopped close to dark allowing her to properly bring the fire to a good height and she sat beside it, using a stick to pick out the large vegetable chunks, some of them still raw when she bit into them.

That absolutely broke my heart. I don't know why. Like everything did but that was the puncher.
And I'm glad that this is an alternate universe. I don't know what I'd do if this is how it wouldn end (reminds me of Alla.. ugh.)

I liked this. I liked the fact that you ended it on a positive note for her. This shows a strength of character I don't think she knew she possessed. I'm hoping she discovers the same self confidence in the main storyline.

Was that dead Thalmor under the Talos shrine anyone we know?

ahgffdgbf s-so many sweet comments. To answer your question, no. It's just a random Thalmor. Fggfddtghbv

Urgh, my heart hurts after that one. It was really wonderful though!

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