He watched the lithe figure of the Breton jump from the tower to the burning town below. He knew nothing about her but her name, Meliandra. She was already on the wagon when his men and himself were loaded onto the wagons. She was young, about fifteen years his junior; a child still, except her eyes said differently. He would have been intrigued then if he hadn’t believed that he was on his way to his own death. Now as he watched her jump out the side of the wall he found himself wishing he’d see her again.



I do not own any rights to The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim.  That joy goes to the creators at Betheseda.

Author: AisleenHaus

Leaving the real world for one of my own making.

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