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SCOUTS-MANY-MARSHES
“Kaoc!” I yelled out in confusion.
The last things I remembered were Jash’s face and then dying in his arms. My hand went to my chest and I didn’t feel any remnants of what Lokir had done to me. I flinched at the memory of what had happened.
My soul couldn’t have been joined with the Hist. None of the stories and legends of my people had ever mentioned such an odd sensation like the one I was feeling.
Had Jash done something to me? Had he attempted to bring me back?
No. No. One of the things I loved Jash for was his ability to do what was needed over what he wanted. He would never defy what I had wanted after death. It didn’t matter how much it hurt him.
Jash’s love for me outshone his love for himself.
Cold. It was cold. Stone. Stone was behind me. I looked up to see Frostflow Lighthouse and the stars in the night sky.
“Jash!” I yelled to no response.
My love wasn’t in sight and I couldn’t hear his footsteps. If he was nearby then he would have come running to me. How far away was he? How long until I looked upon his face again?
Something was…I leaned my head right and then left. There was something about the movement that I didn’t recognize. But was it just an effect of coming back from the dead or-I used my claws to slowly feel my head. Everything was in place except for one of my horns.
It was just gone.
I would have jumped if it had been warmer outside and I hadn’t just come back from the dead. As is I turned my head to see a very confused Dark Brotherhood Initiate. He was an Imperial that looked to be away from Cyrodiil for the first time.
When I still worked at the Windhelm Docks, I remembered newcomers to Skyrim having the same look to their eyes.
“Scouts-Many-Marshes?” The man asked as if he were out of breath.
I could only nod in response.
It felt like I traveled from Falkreath all the way to Windhelm as the Initiate helped me inside. With the way my blood had begun to freeze, would I have died again if not for him?
Somehow we managed to get myself seated in front of the fireplace. From one of the rooms I could hear the other Initiates sleeping soundly in their beds.
“I’ll get a bed ready for you.” The Initiate said and stood still as he waited for my reply.
“Where is my husband?” I asked. “I need to see him.”
“He’s off fighting the Second Great War against the Thalmor.”
“Is he using the Reforged?”
“Yes.”
“You can make my bed.”
With that the Dark Brotherhood Initiate ran off to his task. Tomorrow I would make sure to get answers.
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