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Diamondheart : An Elder Scrolls Adventure

Discussion in 'Skyrim Fan Fiction' started by TheAdventurer!, Apr 22, 2017.

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    This is a story based on a young Nord, who was betrayed by the Empire, and cast out. Over the course of her life, she will learn things she never knew about her family's history, even things she did not want to know, and she will learn new skills to overcome challenges. This is also the first story I've ever uploaded. Anyway, enough messages from me. The adventure begins!


    Cyrodiil, Empire of Tamriel

    4E, 195


    My name is Zeyla Diamondheart. I am a Nord. I am sixteen years old; well, I'm sixteen years, two weeks, and four days old. I was born and raised in Skyrim; I was taught the Nordic cultures and religion. I have two older siblings; Zane and Layla. About a year ago Zane left. I still don’t know why he did; I guess it was just time for him to leave, but I never heard from him again. When I was eleven, we moved to Cyrodiil, where we still live. It’s beautiful here! The house is huge, we have a small plantation close to a forest, and we can see the Imperial City from here. We are so far away, yet it still looks so huge!

    I love my life, but, unfortunately, some things have to change….



    The Elder Scrolls Adventures
    Diamondheart

    Part 1

    Heartbroken

    Zeyla was gazing at the immense Imperial City outside her open window as the cool breeze flowed around her. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a pretty blue dress. As she looked at the City, it seemed the as if the mighty white walls and towers of the city were amongst the golden stars, as they were reflected by the lake surrounding the city, Lake Rumare. And the White-Gold Tower in the center of the city looked as if it touched the sky. She was so lost in the magnificence that she did not notice the footsteps behind her.

    “Zelya,” her father said from behind her, "you’re supposed to be in bed.”

    “Sorry, Father,” Zeyla apologized. "I’m just so excited to visit the Imperial City again.”

    “If you don’t get any sleep, you’ll be too tired to go.”

    “Fine, but can you tell me a bedtime story first, please?”

    “Are you sure? Don’t you think you’re a little old for bedtime stories?”

    “Nope. I’m also not too old for a new dress from the City. One just like Momma’s; you know, the red one with the flower patterns on it.”

    “That dress was made by her mother. Maybe one day your mother will give it to you. Now, how about I ask Layla to tell you a story? I have got to meet with someone.”

    “Okay,” Zeyla climbed onto her bed. “Why would you meet with someone this late?”

    “Jhofree would not meet at any other time.” He went to the door and called for Layla.

    “Yes, Father?” she asked.

    “Would you stay with Zeyla for a while?”

    “Of course I will.”

    “Well then, good night.” He kissed them both on the forehead and left.

    Zeyla pulled the blankets over herself as Layla on the bed next to her. Layla was a bit taller and older than Zeyla. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and she was wearing a white shirt and pants. “So,” she began, “what kind of story do you want to hear? One about the Blades, Martin Septim, the Penitus Oculatus, or… what?”

    “How about, um… ooh! Tell me a story about the Eternal Champion and how he defeated Jager Tharn.”

    “Okay, well, it began hundreds of years ago. Tharn had take the Ruby Throne by force, leaving all order behind and replacing it with chaos. The Empire became an Arena for all and-”

    The sound of horses and carriages came from outside.

    “It’s nothing.” Layla continued the story,” So, the Eternal Champion was visited in his dreams by Ria Silmane, who told him of Tharn’s betra-”

    Someone began shouting.

    Layla stood up and looked out the window, but she couldn’t see anything from here. She and Zeyla went downstairs to get a better view.

    The men outside were of a diverse nature. Several of the people wore the golden Elven armor of the third, and current, Aldmeri Dominion. The others wore the Roman-like armor of the Imperial Legion. Years ago, the Empire and the Dominion signed the White-Gold Concordat, forming an allegiance.

    One Imperial Officer was speaking with Zeyla’s and Layla’s father. They could not make out what the man was saying.They could, however, make out that none of the men were happy. Their mother noticed them watching and walked over to the door. “Girls go back to bed,” she said. She then opened the door and walked outside to join the group.

    Layla raised her hand toward the soldier behind the window. It began to glow.

    “Layla,” Zeyla began,” what are you doing?”

    “Remember that time I ‘borrowed’ father’s spell book? I learned a few tricks from it.” Suddenly, they could hear everything happening outside as if they were out there in the crowd.

    Their father was talking. “I have not been smuggling moon sugar, or stealing from the Imperial City, or doing any of the other crimes you accuse me of.”

    “That,” began the Imperial Officer, “is not what our source has been telling us.”

    “And who is this ‘source’ of yours?”

    “I’m afraid that is not information you need to know. Although, you won’t be around much longer anyway, so why shouldn't I tell you? A Cyrodiilic man by the name of Jhofree Verenisus.”

    “Jhofree! Oh, I’ll kill the man!”

    “No, you won’t.” The Officer put on his most arrogant face. "You see, you have been sentenced for execution.”

    “No, I demand a trial.”

    “There is no need.”

    “What happened to law and order?”

    “Well, Torban, is it? It seems we have already come to a conclusion. You have been living under a false identity for the past, about, twenty years. Before that you were a pirate and, well, we have all the proof we need. And this Jhofree fellow was willing to share the same fate as you, for admitting to helping throughout most of your little adventures.” He placed a hand on the hilt of his sword. “Now, if you’ll be so kind as to walk with us, without any unnecessary struggles-”

    “Wait. What will happen to my family?”

    “Well… your wife will face the same sentence as you, for she was clearly also involved. Your oldest daughter is old enough to be off on her own. And you youngest, well, she will be sent to an orphanage.”

    Layla and Zeyla were shocked. “Wha…. How could this happen?” Zeyla asked. “What are they talking about.”

    “I…. I don’t know,” Layla responded.

    Outside, the girls’ father was being led to a carriage, when suddenly, he turned and punched the Officer in the stomach, then grabbed the man’s sword and pulled it from its sheath. “By the way, the name is Soris.” He then swiftly sent the man to his afterlife. He fought his way through as many soldiers as he could, giving his wife enough time to slip inside the house unnoticed.

    “Zeyla, Layla,” she began, “gather some supplies; we’ve got to go.”

    “What about Daddy?” Zeyla asked.

    “Zeyla… just stay with Layla.” She looked at Layla. “Keep her and yourself safe.”

    “But,” Layla started, “what about you?”

    “I’m going to try to get Soris. Go out through the back door. Go!”

    The two went upstairs to their rooms to gather what they thought they would need. Zeyla grabbed her leather satchel. Inside she put some food and water, and she made certain to grab her journal. As she walked out of her room, Layla grabbed her hand, “Come on,” she said.

    They rushed downstairs and to the back door, but before leaving Zeyla turned and looked out the front door. Tears fell from her eyes as she watched Soris outnumbered by the Empire and Aldmeri Dominion. She turned and left with her sister at her side. “Where will we go?” she asked Layla.

    “I guess to Uncle Ragnar’s house. At least until I can find somewhere else to stay.”

    “But, we can’t go to Uncle Ragnar. Daddy even told us to stay away from him.”

    “I know, but he is the closest family we have. And we won’t be there long. Now, come on.”

    They ran out the back door and to the nearby forest, where they hid from the soldiers. Layla noticed Zeyla still crying and gave her a hug. “We are going to be fine,” she said.

    Even in the comforting arms of her sister, Zeyla could not feel safe….


    After a long time, what felt like forever, Zeyla looked back at her older journal entries. When she looked back up, she was not in the green forests of Cyrodiil. Instead, she was in an old town populated by Dark Elves and Argonians. The surroundings were nothing like that of Cyrodiil. The trees were not as tall and were more twisted, and giant mushrooms towered over those trees. Zeyla herself looked a bit different. Her hair was much shorter, she had a few small cuts and bruises, and her dress looked different after it had been torn and fixed many times. Here and now, she felt more safe than she did back then. Here… in Morrowind.

    She looked back at her journal and grabbed her pen.

    It has been so long since I have seen that house, my mother, my father, my brother, or my sister. It feels like it has been years since I last saw that old life. I miss everyone that I have lost…. But I have a new life now. I have new friends, a new home. And I will not give up. I am certain that I will see Zane and Layla again. I will not surrender. I will find out why those Imperials attacked us, and what they meant about what they said. I will not lose hope. Because I am a Diamondheart.
     
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    My name is Zeyla Diamondheart. I have been betrayed by the Empire in a time that feels like forever ago. When it happened, I ran. Not long ago, however, I arrived in Morrowind. At first I was tired, hurt, lonely, and afraid. But when I looked around, I could feel the magic calling to me. Now I have met new friends, and found a new home. I only hope this one lasts.


    The Elder Scrolls Adventures

    Diamondheart

    Part 2

    New faces


    Zeyla had just finished writing in her journal and set it and her pen in her satchel, when one of her friends arrived and sat on the bench next to her. Her friends name was Andyla; she was a Dark Elve with bright red eyes and almost-blue skin. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a simple white shirt with her sleeves rolled up to her elbow and brown shorts.

    “Zeyla,” she began, “what are you writing?”

    “Oh, nothing,” Zeyla answered.

    “Are you ever gonna tell me what’s in there?”

    “Maybe, eventually.” She looked around the room. This building, like most other buildings in the town, was made of Imperial architecture; two story buildings made of stone and wood with angled wooden roofs and extruding opaque windows. They were currently in the lower floor in a large open room.

    Andyla stood up. “Well, it's time to go meet our new teachers.” With that she stood up and left.

    Zeyla stood up, “Wait for me,” she said. She could not afford much, so she did not have many clothes. Now she wore an outfit similar to Andyla’s. A white shirt with short sleeves and brown pants. Her hair was much shorter than Andyla’s though; it barely came past her shoulders.

    She walked over to a man named Raxen Desand; he owns the place. Once Desand was a member of the Imperial guard. He had retired and moved here to open this place, where he would teach proper combat etiquette. Now he allowed his more experienced students to teach the newer ones. He had also taken Zeyla in, and he allows her to stay here whenever she needed.

    “Hello Mister Desand,” she said politely to him.

    “Greetings Miss Diamondheart,” he responded. Zeyla preferred to be called by her first name, but Raxen refused.

    “I’m ready to meet my new teacher.”

    “Ah, yes. Your first teacher. Let me see….” He referred to a list he had written. “Ah, yes, you will be training with Torius Drenelle. Have you met him yet?”

    The name didn’t sound familiar. “No, sir, I haven’t.”

    “Well, he is a remarkable young man. Not too much older than you. One of my best students I think. And maybe you could teach him a thing or two.” Zeyla was confused at that remark. “Now I think you should meet him. I, however, have other needs to attend to.” He turned to talk to other students.

    Zeyla walked over to where Andyla was waiting.

    “You already got your new mentor?” she asked.

    “Yeah,” Zeyla responded. “Someone named Torius Drenelle. Do you know him?”

    “Of course I know him; we’re best friends!”

    “Then why haven’t I met him yet?”

    “Well,” Andyla thought about her response. “He’s been kind of… distant lately.”

    “Why?” Zeyla asked.

    “I think it would be best if he told you; it is kind of personal. Come on, I think I know where he is.” Andyla grabbed Zeyla’s wrist and practically dragged her across the room.

    They stopped at a Dark Elve who was sitting alone.

    “Hey, Torius,” Andyla said.

    The man turned to face them. He had dark hair and gray skin. He was also much taller than Zeyla.

    “Hi, Andylla,” he said. He seemed downcast. “Who is this?” he asked once he noticed Zeyla.

    “My name is Zeyla,” she answered him. “You are Torius Drenelle?”

    “Yes,” he studied her. “You are from… Skyrim, are you not?”

    “I was born in Skyrim, yes. But I was in Cyrodiil last.”

    He seemed to get a little annoyed. “What do you want?”

    “You are supposed to be my new teacher.”

    When he heard that, he stormed over to where Desand was standing. Zeyla looked to Andyla, who just shrugged. They followed him and overheard part of the conversation.

    “There is no mistake,” Desana was saying. He then noticed Zeyla. “Torius, Zeyla is your student.” He looked to Zeyla and said “Remember what I told you.” Then, he left to talk to the others.

    Zeyla looked at Torius with a confused look no her face. “Do you not like me?”

    He looked at her with a look that scared her. “Meet me outside in a few minutes.”

    Zeyla spent those few minutes talking to Andyla, then went outside to find Torius leaning against the wall of the building. Every time she looked outside, she had to take in the view. The town was surrounded on one side by towering hills and cliffs. Another side led into a forest filled with strange and twisted trees and tall mushrooms. The other side of town held miles of plains and lakes and ponds, eventually leading to the Inner Sea and the destroyed island of Vvardenfell. The center of Vvardenfell held the Red Mountain, which billowed unhealthy black smoke that poured into the sky.

    “So,” Zeyla began, “what are we doing out here?”

    “Training,” Torius replied. “Pick any spot in town.”

    Zeyla liked that idea. “Well, I know a great spot in the forest.”

    “Well, then, let’s not waste any time.” And they were off.

    On the way there, Zeyla had time to think. She thought about the time between when she had fled from the Empire and now. Back then, only a few months ago, yet it seemed so much longer. Then she had much longer hair; almost down to her waist. She wore her blue dress, which was untorn and almost clean.


    I remember the time me and Layla had just fled from our home, which was no longer safe. We hid from the Empire and the Dominion in the forests, and once we thought we were safe we slept for the night. In the morning, my sister woke me up.

    “Zeyla,” she said, “it is time to wake up. Zeyla… come on, wake up.” she shook me hard enough to wake me, yet gentle enough not to harm me or make me angry.

    “Layla,” I began, “ I wanna sleep.” I had forgotten what had happened; it all seemed like a dream.

    “Come on, Zeyla. We have to get moving. Unless you want me to eat your breakfast….”

    “I’m up!” I immediately woke myself up at the sound of breakfast. I had not eaten since the previous night. And I thought that was big deal at the time.

    Layla laughed softly. “Okay, come on.” She led me to a makeshift table which was really a tree trunk with a small cloth on top of it. On top was their breakfast; two sandwiches. “I know it’s not much,” Layla apologized, “but I don’t want to use all of our food at once, and-”

    “It’s fine with me. I’m hungry, and you make the best sandwiches, even better than Momma. Your sweet rolls aren’t as good though.”

    “Hey… I worked hard on those.”

    “I didn’t say they were bad, just that they weren’t as good.”

    We sat down and ate our food. Once we were done, Layla and I packed everything up and we were on our way.

    After a while, Zeyla and Torius found the spot they were looking for. A small clearing in the forest, not too far from town. The trees avoided that spot leaving a small grassy field, in which the sunlight shimmered down through the leaves overhead. And it was away from all the roads and houses, so they surrounded by nothing but nature. Zeyla loves this spot.

    “Here,” Torius said bluntly as he held out a training sword; a wooden stick, “take this.”

    Zeyla made no move toward the stick. “Torius, why have you been acting like that?”

    “What?” He truly looked confused.

    “You have barely spoken to me since we met, and when you do speak you do it so… bluntly, so… mean-like. We hardly know each-other, so why do you hate me?”

    He dropped one of the training swords. “Take it,” he said.

    “Don’t change the subject.”

    “Take the sword.”

    Zeyla was tired of this. She reached down to grab the sword, when Torius hit her hand with the stick. “Ow! What was that for?”

    He smirked. “Training.”

    Zeyla went for the sword again .When he was about to attack, she pointed her hand near him, and a small ball of flame erupted from it. Torius jumped back to avoid getting hit, though it would not have hit him anyway. Zeyla stood back up, sword in hand.

    “Good,” Torius said. “Now, let’s begin.”

    Throughout the fighting, Zeyla kept a few words in mind. Words that her sister had told her whilst she was training Zeyla.


    After a little walking, Layla had stopped and began looked around.

    “Is something wrong?” I asked.

    “No,” she answered. “I’m just looking around.” Another minute and she said “Yeah, this place will work.”

    “For what?” I asked.

    Layla looked at me and smiled. “For one of your favorite activities.” She pulled her bow off her back; she must have grabbed it while we were collecting supplies. I did not notice it until then, though. “I am gonna teach you a thing or two more about archery.” “But I’m already pretty good at shooting,” I bragged.

    “Yeah, but I think you need more practice, just in case.”

    My eyes must have widened with shock. “I’m not gonna shoot someone!”

    She placed one hand on my shoulder and stared at me with her comforting eyes. “Zeyla, I’m not saying you will have to. But just in case…. We could be attacked by anything. Bears, wolves, and even Imperials. You don’t have to kill them. You just need to know how to hit your target, and where to aim. And you will need to know how to make your own arrows; we don’t have an infinite number of them.”

    I still can not believe what I heard coming from her in that moment.

    “Zeyla, just remember to, no matter what, stay calm. Stay in control. And focus.”

    I nodded my head, even though I still did not fully understand.

    After a while of training, Zeyla began breathing heavily and sat on a fallen log. Torius looked at her with disappointment. “Tired already?” he teased her.

    Zeyla looked up at him. “I’m sorry. We’ve been out here for a while, and it’s kind of hot.”

    “It is not hot.

    “Well you were not born in one of the coldest parts of Tamriel.”

    “Weak Nord,” Torius whispered a little too loudly.

    Zeyla looked at him in shock and anger. “What do you have against Nords, huh?” she asked angrily. She really wanted to know. But Torius stayed silent. “Is that why you don’t like me? Because I’m a Nord?” Her anger quickly disappeared once she realized the truth; not long ago she herself despised the Dark Elves. That was until she actually met a few, like Andyla, and realized that they are not all that bad….

    “Torius, I-” Before she could finish, he turned and walked away. Before he turned, Zeyla thought she may have seen a tear fall from his eye. “I’m sorry for getting angry,” she finished silently.

    A few hours later, Zeyla met up with Andyla in the town. Andyla noticed Zeyla was a little down. “Hey,” she said cheerfully, “how have you been doing?”

    Zeyla looked at her. “I don’t know; Torius is still acting so….” She could not find the right word.

    “Like he was earlier?”

    “Yeah. And he refuses to tell me why.”

    “Well, I think I might know why.” Andyla’s face grew sad. “You see, not too long ago his brother… passed away.” Her eyes began watering. “He was attacked by a Nord.”

    Zeyla believed she understood.


    “This is so hard,” I complained. I had a stick in one hand, a knife in the other. I don’t know why I complain sometimes. Usually I can keep things to myself, but sometimes I… think I’m pretty annoying to people.

    Layla took my hands in hers. “Zeyla, just take your time; be patient.” She guided my hands. “Just do it like this. It’ll take some time, but it takes time to make a fine arrow, especially if you want it to be look pretty and elegant.” After a minute of letting me try on my own, she said, “I know a lot of… intense things have happened, but isn’t is nice to just be out in nature, with just you and me.”

    I still felt bad about what had happened, but I had to admit that I did enjoy being there with her. “I guess so,” I replied. “I do love being with you, but I miss Momma and Daddy.”

    “I do too. I also miss Zane…. But let’s not focus on that; we should just focus on the positives for now. Just me and you. Two sisters out to explore the world. Sounds fun, right?”

    I smiled. “Yeah, it does. But what about getting to Uncle Ragnar’s place?”

    “I think we could stay on our own for a while. At least while we still have plenty of food. And besides, neither of us really want to go to Ragnar’s house, right?”

    “I know I don’t.

    “Me neither. So what do you say? Do you want to just stay out here and explore for a while?”

    “Of course I do!”

    The next morning, Zeyla woke up in Mr. Desand’s place, where she sleeps. She ate breakfast and then left. She had something she needed to do. She went to an old house near the edge of town. Once she knew this was the right place, she knocked on the door. When it opened, she felt fear creeping up on her. A tall, muscular, scary Dark Elve stood in the doorway.

    “Who are you?” he demanded in rough voice.

    She pushed her fear away. “My name is Zeyla; I’m Torius’s student and I wanted to talk to him.”

    The man reluctantly let her in and she went upstairs to Torius’s room. When she arrived she took a deep calming breath and walked inside….
     
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    It has been some time since I arrived in Morrowind. This place almost seems like a new home. Almost. After our little talk a few days ago, I think he is becoming a little more… expressive; I think we might be becoming friends, maybe. I’m not entirely sure. But I know for certain that I can always count on him to help, along with the other friends I have made so far.


    The Elder Scrolls Adventures

    Diamondheart

    Part 3

    Head in the clouds


    Zeyla closed her journal and set it and her pen in her pouch she had strapped about her torso. She stood up off the fallen tree she had been sitting on and continued on her way. She was wearing her white shirt with brown pants and had her hair in a short ponytail. She had her leather pouch strapped around her torso over one shoulder, hanging next to her hip.

    She was walking amongst the tall twisted trees of the forest next to the town. The branched and bushes rustled in the wind. Zeyla could hear the sound of a mudcrab looking for food in a nearby stream. The sun streaked down through the trees and clouds overhead.

    It reminded her of her old homes in Cyrodiil and Skyrim, only it was… different. The wind was much warmer at it gently flowed about her than it would have been Cyrodiil or, especially, Skyrim. Cyrodiil had much more calm temperatures, and Skyrim was almost always cold. Neither Cyrodiil nor Skyrim had the towering mushrooms that covered Morrowind. And the trees….

    The trees in Cyrodiil were large; much larger than those of Morrowind. They were almost always filled with beautiful lush leaves, flowers and fruit. The trees of skyrim were smaller, but still pretty; covered in bright clean snow throughout most of the year in much of Skyrim. But the trees in Morrowind were tall and twisted and strange looking. This time of year, they were filled with dark green leaves. North of here, many trees were charred and black; burned by the fires and ash of the many volcanoes in that region.

    Then, there is the food. Cyrodiil is the homeland of the Empire; it had different foods from all over Tamriel. It had foods from Skyrim, High Rock, Hammerfell, Argonia, Summerset Isles, Elsweyr, Valenwood, even Morrowind, and, of course, Cyrodiil itself. Skyrim’s food was of a variety. Most of Skyrim is tundra, or at least too cold to grow much food. So a lot of the food comes from the few warmer spots in the province. Zeyla loves and misses her mother’s pies and sweet rolls and cream treats and….


    Aw, now I’m hungry.

    But Morrowind is a very different place. Much of it is now covered in ash, so the people have to take the few foods that can be grown in the Ashlands or food from the few good fertile places left.

    And I am so tired of ash yams….

    Zeyla arrived at the opening in the forest. The way the sun shimmered through the tree branches overhead made the opening seem magical. She could see that Torius was waiting for her, and he seemed unhappy.

    “Zeyla,” he exclaimed, “you’re here! What took you so long?”

    “I just got a little distracted on the way here,” she explained.

    “Okay, he seemed relieved. “You just took so long to get here.”

    “Wait, were you worried about me?” She smiled, “I think you like me more than you’d care to admit.”

    “You took a lot longer than usual, that’s all. Now grab a sword.”

    “A stick, you mean.”

    “Training sword, then.”

    “Are you sure? Or have you forgotten about last time….”

    “I’m sure, and I remember; I still have the burns,” he said with a bad attitude.

    “I told you I’m sorry; I still haven’t mastered Flame.”

    “Well, pick up your sword. We’ll dual our anger away.” “I’m not angry, and I think that will only make you more angry.”

    “Zeyla!”

    “Fine.” Zeyla ran over and grabbed the sword before Torius could even get close to it. She smirked at him.

    The dancing of the swords began.


    “Focus, Zeyla,” Layla was telling me.

    “I’m trying,” I said. We were practicing archery and I had not hit a single target.

    “Zeyla, you need to focus. Breath. Aim for that tree.” “I can’t!” I had given up.

    “Zeyla, you are better at archery than this; I’ve seen you at home.”

    “I can’t focus. Momma and Daddy are gone, we’re in the middle of nowhere, and… and yesterday you were telling me that I would have to shoot someone!”

    “Zeyla, calm down. Just breath. We will see them again, okay? We’ll find a home. Yes, you might have to shoot someone, but I don’t want it to come to that. You certainly won’t have to kill them. And I am here for you; I will never leave you. Now, I want you to breath, focus, and shoot that tree.”

    I listened to her. I breathed. I focused. I aimed. I let go….

    “Good , Zeyla. See, I told you that you could do it. Now, try again.”

    “Layla,” I began.

    “Yes, Zeyla?”

    “I…. Nevermind.”

    “What is it?”

    “Nothing.” I took aim with my bow.

    “Zeyla, if something is bothering you, or if you just want to tell me something, you can.” “I know. It’s nothing, though.”

    “Well, okay.”

    A while later, as Torius and Zeyla were packing what little training gear they had, an Argonian walked into the opening and over to Zeyla. He was about the same age as Zeyla. He had green scales, a long tail, and yellow-blue eyes. He wore a blue shirt with grey pants. Zeyla was still trying to figure out argonian expressions, but she thought his lizard-like face looked nervous.

    “Hello, Zeyla,” he said, “ I thought I saw you come this way.”

    “Zaarthius” Zeyla began, “What are you doing here?”

    “I was just wandering around. They don’t call me Head-in-Clouds for nothing.” he laughed nervously. “Actually I was looking for you.” He looked at Torius and the training gear. “Though, this may not be the best time.”

    “What is it Zaar?”

    “Um, well, I…. Nevermind.”

    “Zaarthius, do you want to talk?” She looked at Torius; he was scowling at Zaarthius. She looked back at Zaar. “We can talk. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

    “You are busy; we can talk later.” He began walking away.

    “No, Zaar,” Zeyla placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’re finished.”

    “Are you sure. Where would we go anyway?” “Let’s just explore the woods. Nobody will bother us; it’ll just be you and me. Is that okay with you?”

    “Yeah, I guess that’s fine.”

    “Then let’s not waste any time.”


    Once I had taken my last shot, Layla walked over and congratulated me. “Well, that’s ten to seven; you won Zeyla,” Layla said.

    “Well, you and Zane taught me how to shoot,” I admitted.

    “And yet you ended up better than I could ever be.”

    “What? You know that’s not true, Layla.”

    “Well, you are amazing at archery. Is that fine?”

    “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

    After we gathered our arrows and packed the equipment, we just sat there for a while, silently. I can’t remember why or what I was thinking of. But we just sat there for a while, together. Maybe that’s what we were thinking about; just me and her out there, together.

    In a few hours you can walk pretty far, especially if you are not paying attention to where you are going.

    “And,” Zaarthius was saying, “my mother owns the town inn, so I get discounts on the sweet rolls, and ash yams, and everything.”

    “I wish I could have discounts on sweet rolls….”

    “So, Zeyla, why do you talk differently?”

    “Uh… what do you mean?”

    “Your accent; you do not speak like any other Nords I have met.”

    “Oh,well…. I guess I just picked it up from my parents. Neither one of them grew up in Skyrim, and neither one really had Nordic accents.” She stopped walking and looked at him. “So… earlier you had something you wanted to tell me. What was it?”

    “Oh, you haven’t forgotten….”

    “Of course not. Zaar, we are friends; you can tell me anything you want. Is something wrong?”

    “No, or, not really.” He paused briefly. “You know my nickname, Head-in-Clouds, well a friend told me to give myself a new name. Get my head out of the clouds, Stop dreaming and start doing.”

    “Every achievement starts with a dream,” Zeyla told him. “So, what do you want to do? Maybe I could help you.”

    “Well,” he tried putting more confidence in his voice, “he told me I should speak with the girl I am most, uh, interested in. So… I came to you. And I was wondering if you wanted to stop by my mothers inn; get some sweet rolls or something.”

    “Well, it would be the first sweet roll I’ve had since leaving Cyrodiil….” She held his hand in hers. “I’d love to.” Zaarthius’s face turned into a smile.

    “Now,” Zaarthius said, “where are we?”

    Zeyla looked around at the environment, at the sky. “I think I know where we are. Come on, we’ll go this way.”


    After a while, Layla looked to me and asked, “So, Zeyla, what do you want to do next?”

    “I’m not sure,” I replied.

    “Well, we can’t just sit here.” She seemed a little uneasy.

    “Is something wrong?”

    She just looked at me and a hint of fear appeared on her face. “No, nothing's wrong.”

    “I think something is wrong.”

    “Zeyla I just don’t want you thinking about what has happened lately. We can’t stay in one spot, or we could be caught, and I just want to keep you happy.”

    “Well, could we maybe go to a friends house?”

    Layla thought it over for a second, and I could not tell what she was going to say. “Well, maybe someone could help us. Who would we go to, though?”

    That made me think. I had to pick a friend who I could trust with my life, literally. “Do you think that Ralid might still be in Cyrodiil?”

    “He left to go to Skyrim a few weeks go, just after your birthday.”

    “But he might still be in Cyrodiil right now. If we find him, maybe he can take us in, for a while.”

    “Maybe, but we have no idea where he is. Maybe Brutus could help us.”

    “Isn’t he that Cyrodiilic that you’re in love with?”

    Layla’s face turned red. “No, he is a good friend that we can trust to keep us safe.”

    “Okay, but I’m going to keep an eye on you.”

    “Whatever, Zeyla.”

    After a few minutes of walking and conversing, Zeyla and Zaarthius came upon a small rustic building.

    “Zeyla,” Zaarthius began, “what is that?”

    “Just some old abandoned house. Nothing really, why?”

    “I was just wondering.”

    “Want to go in?”

    “What?”

    “Let’s go inside and explore! Come on, I know you wanna.”

    “I do not think this is the best idea.”

    “Aw, come on, Zaar! There’s nothing in there that’s going to hurt us. It’s probably been abandoned for years.”

    “Well, okay. But let’s be quick about it; I’m supposed to be home before sundown.”

    “Don’t worry, we’ve got time. Let’s go!”

    They made their way over to the wooden house. Zeyla slowly opened the door and peered inside.

    “What are you doing?” Zaarthius asked. “I thought you said this place was abandoned.”

    “I just want to make absolutely certain.” She looked around again. “Okay, let’s go.” They walked inside and looked around.

    “This is all junk,” Zaarthius exclaimed.

    “No it’s not, Zaar.” Zeyla picked up an old golden necklace with a small diamond in the center. “None of this is junk. It all has some old history, something unique about it. That’s what my father used to say about a lot of things.”

    “You haven’t told me much about your father. What was his name?”

    “Well, I….” She thought silently for a moment, then took a deep breath. “His name is Soris, but I’ve heard him called other names. Like Torban. I don’t know why. Maybe his parents couldn’t agree on a name, so they just called him what they wanted. I haven’t even met any of my grandparents.”

    Zeyla was studying an old bookcase to take her mind off of what she had just said. She noticed hinges on one side that merged it to the wall. She pulled on the case, and it opened slightly. Behind it she could see a passageway.

    “Zaar, help me open this!”

    Together they opened the door completely. It led to an underground passage that went... somewhere.

    “Hey!”

    The two friends turned to see the largest Dunmer Zeyla had ever seen. He pulled a dagger from his leather belt and scowled at them….
     
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    I remember one time, many years ago, I decided to sneak into the basement of our home in Skyrim. I was never allowed in there, and I wanted to know what secrets were inside. But then, my mother walked in and caught me hiding. I was terrified. I had never been caught sneaking somewhere I was not supposed to be, and, well, it did not end well for me. But what happened then is nothing compared to what happened earlier today….


    The Elder Scrolls Adventures

    Diamondheart

    Part 4

    Just another day…


    The Dunmer man stood before Zeyla and Zaarthius holding his dagger ready to attack the intruders. He seemed hesitant, maybe because they were young, maybe something else.

    “What are you two kids doing in here?” He had an especially rough voice.

    Zaarthius stepped forward and said, “We are sorry for intruding; we did not know this is your property.”

    “Well get out!” The man a cutting motion with his dagger about his neck. “Or else,” he had to add.

    Now Zeyla stepped forward. “Are you threatening us?”

    “I’d hate to have to end your lives so young.”

    Zeyla’s hand caught fire and she pointed it toward the Dark Elve. “So, what’s the secret room behind the bookshelf for?”

    “Kid, you don’t want to start a fight with me.”

    “No, I don’t, but I’d gladly end one.”

    “You really do think you’re tough. You’re a Nord, then. Go drink your mead, girl.”

    “You’ve never threatened a Nord before. A Nord never backs down from a fight. Oh, and you are horrible at insults.”

    “Uh, Zeyla-” Zaarthius began but was cut off.

    “Oh, no,” the man began, “you are not leaving here you n’wah!” He swung his dagger at Zeyla, but she jumped out of the way and shot a burst of fire at him. He quickly put the flame out. “Warm,” he said as he raised an arm lit with fire and swung at Zeyla. Before she could react she was hit hard and fell backward, breaking a table. The man stood over her.

    Then, Zaarthius jabbed a piece of wood in the man’s arm. While he was distracted by that, Zaarthius grabbed a knife off the man’s belt and stabbed his leg, pinning him to the ground.

    “Zaar!” Zeyla slowly stood up; she could still feel the pain everywhere. “Zaarthius.”

    “Zeyla,” he said as he went to help her. “Are you okay?”

    “Let’s just go. Oh, wait! What’s behind the shelf?”

    “It does not matter. Let’s go back to town.”

    “But-”

    “You are hurt.”

    “I’ll survive.”

    “You are hurt and we are leaving.”

    “But, Zaar-”

    “I am not letting you get hurt even more.” He helped her get up and walk out the door toward the town.


    As Layla and I walked through the forest, with nothing to distract me, I began to remember everything that had happened, and I began to think about what that meant. My sister noticed that I was beginning to walk slower, and that my face was growing more and more sad and scared.

    “Zeyla, is something wrong?” She asked me.

    “I… I miss Daddy. And Momma.” My eyes began to tear up.

    She stopped walking, and I stopped too. She bent down so she could look me eye-to-eye. “Zeyla, do you want to talk about anything?”

    “I…. I…. Do you know what happened to Zane?”

    I think she was confused by the question, like she didn’t expect it. She probably thought I wanted to know about our parents, but I had never known why Zane left, and right now, I was thinking of him.

    “Well,” she began, “I don’t know exactly what happened to him.” She looked like she was thinking hard about what to say. “But,” she took a deep breath, “he went to Hammerfell.”

    “Why?”

    “To help take care of Kottal and his mother. You remember Kottal, right?”

    “He was the Redguard we met when we visited Hammerfell.”

    “Yeah. Zane wanted to help them.”

    “Why?”

    “What?

    “Why would he go there instead of staying with his family? I miss him Layla.”

    “I know you miss him.” She ignored the question. “But he,” again she considered her words, “would never leave his family. And don’t worry; I know we’ll see him again, and will be waiting for you.”

    “Okay.” I was satisfied by that answer for the time.

    “Now let’s go to Brutus’s place.”

    “Does he live in a city, or close to one, or… what?”

    “His family lives on a small farm close to a city. Now, we want to get as far as we can before night time, okay?”

    “Okay.”

    Once they arrived at his mother's inn, Zaarthius sat Zeyla in a chair and told his mother what had happened. After a minute of explaining, he sat next to Zeyla and offered her a sweet roll.

    “Here,” he said, “on the house.”

    “Thank you,” Zeyla accepted the offer. “You were right, we should have left. We shouldn’t have gone in there in the first place.” She took a deep breath.

    “Are you still hurt?”

    “A little.” She took a bite of the sweet roll. “Did your mother bake this?”

    “She did, yes.”

    Zeyla smiled. “It tastes amazing.”

    “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.” He started to stand up, but Zeyla grabbed his arm, gently.

    “Wait,” she said, “stay here; I want to talk.”

    “About what?”

    “A lot of things. First, though, I wanted to talk about what you said earlier; that I am the girl you are most ‘interested’ in. Of all the people around, of all the Argonians and Dunmer, you picked me.”

    Zaarthius had an embarrassed look on his face as Zeyla held his hand,

    “You,” she continued, “really saved me earlier. And if I had listened to you before, we wouldn’t have gotten in that situation in the first place. So, again, I just wanted to say thank you.”

    The entrance door opened, and Torius walked in. “Zeyla,” he said once he noticed her, “there you are. You left your stuff.” He dropped a bag next to her.

    “Thanks Torius,” Zeyla said. She reached down to grab her bag and opened it; all of her things were there. As Zaarthius went back to work, she reached into the bag and pulled out her journal and pen. As she wrote, she would occasionally glance towards Zaarthius as he worked jobs around the inn. She thought she saw him glance at her as well.


    The way I feel about Zaar, I just can’t express it. In some ways, he sort of reminds me of Zane, while, at the same time, he is very different. Both of them are very brave, they both care for me, and both of them get me out of tough situations. In fact, I remember one time, when Zane and I were out hunting, we came across a cave. It was a long time ago, but it went something like this….

    “Wow, a cave. Come on, Zane, let’s go explore it!”

    “Zeyla, I don’t think that’s the best idea.”

    “But, Zane… you know how much I want to explore, and-”

    “Yes, I know, but I also know that you are good at getting hurt.”

    “Yeah, but I have by big brother here to protect me. And it will only be one time.”

    “Well, fine, but we can only explore for a few minutes, no longer.”

    “Okay!” I was already on my way.

    “I mean it,” he said as he followed right behind me.

    The cave was dark, the only light was from the entrance we had come in from. As we walked around, we heard a loud roar! An enormous, hungry, vicious bear came from nowhere. It attacked us. We fought back, but only ended up hurting ourselves; I even broke my only bow and lost some arrows. Zane made me leave, just before I was eaten by the bear. I think Zane got really hurt, but he would never admit it. After that, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house for a month. If I had listened to Zane, it would have ended much differently. Now it’s different, though. I don’t have anyone to watch over me. Besides Zaarthius. And Andyla. And Mister Desand. And Torius, though he would not admit it. I know they all have my back, and they always will. Always.

    The next day, Zeyla was sitting on a fallen log in the woods just outside the town; she was carving a piece of wood with a knife. Once Zaarthius found her, he swiftly sat next to her.

    “Hey, Zaar,” Zeyla said to him.

    “Greetings, Zeyla.”

    “You don’t have to be formal with me, Zaar.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “You don’t have to say ‘greetings;’ just say ‘hi’ or ‘hey.’”

    “Um, okay. What are you doing?” “Well, yesterday, or last night, I remembered something that I wanted. But I don’t have any money, so I’ve decided to make one myself using stull from around here.” She picked up a set of arrows she had made from sticks and stone.

    “They look, um, nice.”

    “Really? This is my first time making them without any help.”

    “Okay. Well, are you feeling any better?”

    “Yeah, I am. My back is a little sore, but that’s all.”

    “Do you need anything?”

    “No, thank you though.”

    “Okay.”

    “Well, actually, I wouldn’t mind being with you today.”

    Zeyla smiled as Zaarthius held her hand in his.
     
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    A long time ago, it’s hard to tell how long, I met a strange man. He has helped me greatly since we me, and he claims to have known my parents at some point. Even so, I don’t know much about him, or even if he’s telling the truth about my parents. But today I am hoping to change that.


    The Elder Scrolls Adventures
    Diamondheart
    Part 5
    Revelations

    As Zeyla entered the cave in the forests close to the town, she noticed it was much brighter than it usually was. There were several lit torches on the walls.

    “Greetings, sera,” the man within the cave said with his deep rough voice.

    “Sera?” Zeyla asked.

    “It is in the Dunmer language; it is a term of respect.”

    “Oh, well, hi Molamer.”

    “That is also Dunmeri; molamer means ‘warrior.’”

    “So, it’s not your real name?”

    “No. Come in, sit down.”

    Zeyla walked deeper into the cave. The cave was not very large, but not too small either; someone could live here if they wanted, and Molamer does just that. The entrance she entered through was not the only one; another entrance lay in the back of the cave, where a stream of water flows through the cave and out into the wilderness. She sat in a sturdy wooden chair.

    “What is your name then?” she asked once she settled into the chair.

    “Does it really matter?”

    “Yes, your name does matter just as much as mine does. And if I don’t know your name, how can I really trust you?”

    “I don’t like to be called by my real name.” “Why not?”

    “Because that name belongs to the old me. I’ve changed, and I would prefer to be called Molamer.”

    “What do you mean by ‘you’ve changed?’”

    “Nothing.”

    “What? Why don’t you like talking about your past?”

    “Ehh, it doesn’t matter; you don’t need to know the story of some old Dunmer who doesn’t even matter in your life.”

    “You’re wrong,” Zeyla began, “I would have died in the forests of Cyrodiil without you, and you’ve been teaching me a lot about magic. Besides, even if you couldn’t tell me much about you, there is one thing you have to tell me. A long time ago, you told me that you knew my parents, but you never told me how.”

    Molamer stayed silent.

    “I need to know.”

    He looked her in the eyes. “When I found you, it was not simply luck. I… knew what was gonna happen; well not exactly, but I had an idea.”

    “You knew the Empire was coming…. But how?”

    “I knew a man named Jhofree, who once knew your father.”

    “Before everything happened, he was going to go meet with Jhofree.”

    “Well, I knew Jhofree as well, and I knew he was confessing to the Empire about all your father had done. He told them everything they needed to have him executed.”

    “How did you know?”

    “Because he told them everything! The Empire came after me as well, though I’ve been hiding in the shadows for a long time. Heck, they would’ve arrested Jhofree as well for what he’d done, but he has a way of, let’s say, persuading people.”

    “But why would he do that to my family?”

    Molamer took a deep breath as he thought. “Vengeance,” he said at last.

    In answering her questions, he only made Zeyla have more questions. “Why would he want ‘vengeance’ on me father?”

    “Well, I suppose it could be a number of things; things that I don’t even know about.”

    “Like?”

    “For now, I’ll just say that your father was not the man you know.”

    “You’ve told me that already, over and over, but you never explained it. Why should I even trust you about this?”

    “Listen, he was different, but he changed.”

    “How was he different?”

    He took another deep breath. “Okay, I’m just gonna be blunt with you for now. He was a pirate; a criminal. But once you brother was born, he took a new identity, tried to start a new life. Kept the last name though; N’wah just couldn’t give up the Diamondheart ‘honor’. The Diamondhearts’ have been criminals for as long as I know.” He could tell by the look on her face that Zeyla either couldn’t believe him or didn’t want to believe him.

    They both stayed quiet for a long moment. Then, Molamer spoke up once more. “There is one more thing that I think you should know.” He waited for Zeyla to look him in the eyes. “You… have another brother. Well, a half-brother. He’s a little younger than Zane. Last I saw him was a few years ago in Elsweyr.”

    He watched Zeyla, watched as her emotions changed rapidly as she sat there silently. Then, she shook her head. “You… you’re sure?”

    Molamer nodded his head.

    Zeyla stood up and swiftly left the cave.


    As Layla and I made our way to Brutus’s home, I couldn’t stop getting distracted. Whether it was from the beauty of the environment or from the memories and thoughts of my own mind. We had been walking for a few hours now, and the sun had began to set. Layla must have noticed.

    “Zeyla”, she began, “are you getting tired?”

    “What? Oh, uh, not really.”

    “Are you sure?” She looked to the sun beginning to set beyond the horizon. “Well, it’s getting late, maybe we should start setting up a place to camp. And since you’re not tired, you can help.”

    “Okay,” I replied.

    She took off her backpack and grabbed two blankets out of it. “Zeyla, I’m going to set everything up here. Could you gather some stick for a fire?”

    “Okay.” It shouldn’t be too hard, I thought to myself, we are in a forest after all. So, I went walking to find some. I ended up passing a lot of them because I wanted to go and explore a little bit. I knew I couldn’t stray too far, nor could I be gone for too long, but I decided it would be fine to look around for a minute or two.

    The tall trees were darker now, but as I look towards the west, I could see the rays of the sun shimmering through the branches and leaves. It would not last long, though, as the sun had nearly set. When I closed my eyes and listened, I could hear a stream of river nearby. I could see a deer in the far distance, at least I think it was a deer.

    As I gathered firewood and looked around I heard a noise, like some ghostly moans. I turned to look for what caused it. I got a little scared because I had heard many ghost stories, and some of them I knew were true. But I saw nothing and thought it must have been the wind. Still, I moved a bit quicker, and I decided not to stray further away from Layla.

    Eventually, Zeyla had made her way to Raxen Desand’s house. She was sitting in front of the building when a familiar face walked by.

    “Zeyla,” Zaarthius said, “are you okay?” Clearly he had noticed her mood.

    She looked up at him, tears about to fall. “Zaar, I… I don’t know.”

    He sat next to her and held her hand. “Please tell me, maybe talking about it will make it better. Besides, I am confused by your mood.”

    “Someone,” Zeyla tried to explain, “I trusted betrayed me.”

    “Who was it?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Now I am more confused,” Zaarthius said. But he wrapped an arm around her. She leaned into him. After a minute, he said “I have to be back at the inn now, but I will see you soon. I could send Andyla over, if you would like.”

    “No, I want to be alone. Bye, Zaar.” He left. Zeyla sat there for a while longer with her journal in her lap. But she could not think of anything to relate this situation; she could not imagine anything to write that could make her feel any better. So, she sat there with her head in her hands, thinking.

    Maybe, he was right. All those stories that Dar’iska used to tell me were true, even if they were a little exaggerated. And my father had known him for a long time. But… but… no! My family is not one of criminals! My family is an honorable one, like any good Nord family should be; like any family should be!

    And Zane is my brother, Layla is my sister. That is all. No one else.

    Zeyla was so deep in thought that she almost did not notice the tall man who now stood before her.

    “Greetings,” said the tall furry Khajiit. He was dressed in heavy leather armor and had light brown fur from head to toe. He kneeled down to be almost head level with her. “Why do you appear sad?”

    Zeyla looked up at the kind cat-like face. “It’s… personal.”

    “Oh, This One knows a thing or two about that. What is your name?”

    She cleared the tears from her eyes. “Zeyla,” she answered him.

    “This One is called Ba’zzar, though he does not know why.”

    Zeyla smiled a little. “That’s a funny name.” Her smile faded. “Oh, I’m sorry if that offended you.”

    “It is no matter. I, too, thought it was a bizarre name. Hmm… that word sounds familiar….”

    Zeyla chuckled quietly. “Um, what do you want?” She asked, wondering why he decided to speak with her.

    “A few cups of Sujamma! But, for now I will settle for a friendly conversation.”

    “Well, okay.” They both stood up and Zeyla realised that he was taller than her. She had not seen many Khajiit in her life, but she figured he was around her brother’s age. “What do you want to talk about?”

    “Oh, This One has many things we can discuss!”


    I returned to Layla with the firewood to find she had already built a place for the fire and had laid out the bedrolls. The fireplace was just a circle of rocks placed so that the fire would, hopefully, not escape. The bedrolls were simple blue cloth blankets.

    “I have the wood,” I said.

    “Put it in the fireplace,” Layla responded. I did as she said and once I had placed most of the wood in the pit she said, “Stand back.” She held the palm of her hand above the pit and lit the fire using her magic.

    “Can you teach me to do that?” I asked.

    “Sure,” she answered, “I’ll try, but not right now.”

    “Okay!” I couldn’t wait for that.

    The fire was burning high. We both made sure to not get too close. Sometimes, I would make out images in the flames. I would pretend to see ancient heroes and foes such as Martin Septim, Mehrunes Dagon, Nerevarine, and Cyrus the Restless. I was entranced by it.

    “Zeyla,” Layla said to me, breaking the trance. “Don’t burn your eyes out.”

    “I won’t,” I replied. “It’s just fire.”

    “Just fire? Haven’t you heard of the fire atronachs? Daedra made of living fire, who burn their enemies to ash with their flame spells.” I knew she was just trying to scare me, and I was working a little.

    “Stop, Layla. You can’t scare me like that.”

    “What if I just summon one right now?”

    “You can’t do that!”

    “Can’t I?”

    “Um, no.”

    “Okay, I can’t summon an atronach. But I can scare you.”

    “Well… don’t, please.”

    “I won’t…. Right now.”

    We both jerked around as we heard a wolf howling in the distance. Neither of us could tell just how far away it was, but it sounded close to me. As I looked around to try and see any wolves or other danger, but all I saw was the now dark trees, rocks, and bushes. The shadows and the darkness made it hard to tell what was just a plant or rocks, and what was a predatory animal or something else that wanted to hurt us.

    “Zeyla,” Layla tried to comfort me, “it’s probably too far away to know we’re here. Just calm down.”

    I began to calm down, until I heard a nearby growl and footsteps….

    After a few hours, a short walk, and a long conversation, the two found themselves at the edge of the forest and the town.

    “They are delicious!” Ba’zzar exclaimed.

    “You are kidding. I am so tired of ash yams! They’re on of the few things I’ve been able to get around here, and I am tired of their taste.”

    “Well, have you tried the netch jelly?”

    “No. What’s a netch?”

    “Netch are the floating, uh, thingies. You can see some on the other side of the forest.”

    “Ash yams, netch jelly, ugh, you are one strange Khajiit.”

    Ba’zzar looked at her as he considered a question he had wanted to ask since he found her. “Zeyla, your last name is Diamondheart, no?”

    “Yes, that is my last name. How did you know?”

    “When Ba’zzar saw you sitting there, I asked someone who you were. Now, um, what is your father’s name?”

    “Why do you want to know?”

    “Please, just tell me; I will tell you why after.”

    “His real name is Soris, but I’ve heard people call him many names besides that, like Rafrick, and Faris. But, um, Soris is his name. Why?”

    “Ba’zzar never knew my father. Did you have good relations with yours?”

    “Well, yes.”

    “This One never knew mine, but my mother did, well, obviously. She told me he is a Nord pirate, by the name of , well, Soris Diamondheart.”

    Zeyla’s eyes widened. “Wha…. No, that… that’s not true.”

    “It is what she told me, though she was drunk the first time I asked.”

    Layla stood up and grabbed her bow and some arrows. “Zeyla, stay here. If one comes, take a torch, maybe that’ll keep it at bay.” She looked around, studying our surroundings. She placed an arrow on the bow, and pulled the string back.




    Ba’zzar is a character created by a friend of mine. I will not say his name, though. Unless he wants me to.
     
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    I have had many surprises in my life. Usually is it is a surprise gift from my family or a friend. A new book, a new bow, a new dress, more work to do, stuff like that. I was never surprised with a little sibling, though. But I was fine with that. But, none of those surprises were as unbelievable as this one, and nothing could have prepared me for it. He must be lying, or something. It can’t be true.


    The Elder Scrolls Adventures

    Diamondheart

    Part 6

    Truth


    “But,” Zeyla began, “that would mean we’re… siblings.”

    “That,” Bazzar said, “is what This One is telling you.”

    “Well, maybe your mother was wrong, or she lied, or something. We are not related.”

    “She would not lie to Ba’zzar.”

    “Well, maybe she was wrong. I mean, can Nords and Khajiit even… mix? We’re completely different.”

    “Apparently we can.” He noticed how confused and distraught this made her. “Is there some way This One can convince you?”

    “Not that I know of.”

    “Oh, well, just know that, no matter what, This One will always consider you family.”

    “There,” Zeyla began slowly, “might actually be a way to find out for sure.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah.” Zeyla said no more than that.

    “Then why don’t we go find out?”

    “Because… I know of two ways, really. The first way; we have a family amulet that gets passed down to the generations. It’s magic can only be used by a Diamondheart, but my brother has it, and I haven’t heard from him in… about two years. The other way; well, I can’t really tell you because it’s a secret. And revealing someone’s secret goes against my honor.”

    They both simply stood where they were for a few moments, amongst the tall twisted trees of the forest and the Imperial architecture of the town’s buildings. Zeyla’s attention was caught by a kwama scrib that past by. It had eight legs scattered about its insect-like body, and it had a hard exoskeleton. Zeyla assumed that the outer shell could be broken fairly easily, and decided not to mess with it, so the creature would not be aggressive towards her.

    She looked back at Ba’zzar. “Can you keep a secret?”

    “Ba’zzar believes in honor, and he would never reveal a secret that is not his own.”

    “Well... follow me, then.” She began walking slowly into the forest, still unsure if she was really doing this. Ba’zzar followed close behind her.


    Layla began walking away from the fire. “Layla,” I said, “don’t go away.”

    “I won’t go too far,” she said. “I’m just gonna find this wolf.”

    “Don’t they travel in packs?”

    Layla stopped for a moment. “Yeah, they do.” She looked at me. “Did you pack a weapon in your bag?”

    I nodded. “Yes, but it’s just a dagger.”

    “A dagger is better than nothing. And remember, you could use a torch as backup. Don’t go far from the fire.”

    “You don’t leave either.”

    “Okay, I’ll stay. Two people is better than one, anyway.” She walked back towards me, and stayed close. “Stay prepared, do not hesitate to fight back.”

    “But I’m a worshiper of Mara more than one of Talos.”

    “Yes, but you’re also a Nord! So, fight back, and-”

    A wolf ran from the shadows, coming straight for me. Layla shot it in the throat, and I ran for my bag and pulled out my dagger. I heard more footsteps and turned to see Layla shoot another one. I was too distracted by her to hear another one behind me until….

    It tried to bite me, but I jerked back just in time. I swung my dagger at it, trying to warn it away, but that only made it angry. Layla turned and saw what was happening. She shot an arrow, trying to hit it without hitting me. The arrow stuck the wolf's back leg, and I stabbed it as hard as I could as it tried to bite me again.

    I stumbled back as I stared at the dagger in it's neck. It was only a wolf, and yet I couldn’t help but feel… remorse, maybe. It attacked us. But we invaded it’s home. Either way it was only looking for a meal. Then again, we were going to be it’s meal. And, it was the first thing I had ever killed, that I could think of.

    “Zeyla, are you okay?” I turned at the sound of Layla’s voice. I saw that another wolf lay dead on the ground.

    “Zeyla!” She bent down to me and looked at my chest. I looked down and noticed the scars for the first time. The wolf got me with it's claws, I assumed. As I saw it, I began to feel the pain.

    After a while of walking, Zeyla and Ba’zzar arrived at their destination. They came across a small tunnel in the side of a hill in the forest. The tunnel led to the cave where Zeyla met with Molamer. But he was not there.

    “Where is he?” Zeyla asked.

    “Who are you looking for?” Ba’zzar asked.

    “Someone I know. He’s usually here, but now he’s gone.”

    “So… we wait, then.”

    “I guess so.” They sat down on the floor next to a torch. After a minute of waiting, Zeyla decided to break the silence. “So, where are you from?”

    “It is a long story. Ba’zzar could make it shorter, if you want. Or He could keep it long. It will be how you want it.”

    “I don’t care.”

    “You don’t care about Ba’zzar?”

    “That’s not what I meant. I don’t care how long you make it.”

    “Okay, well, I was born in Cyrodiil on the farm my mother had just bought. When This One was ten years of age, he began training with the swords. Then Ba’zzar got a little sister. She is twelve years old now. When This One was fourteen, an Orc stole my mother’s diamond necklace. Ba’zzar got it back, though, when he chased down the Orc man and…. Well, maybe we should not go over that. At sixteen, Ba’zzar left the farm for adventure! And at twenty two, he went to Morrowind where he met Zeyla. Then, wait, that has not happened yet.”

    “That’s interesting,” Zeyla replied. “So, why do you really think we are siblings?”

    “Ba’zzar already told you; his mother told him. She was chef on a ship of pirates. It was owned by someone called Dar’iska, but Soris was there too.”

    “She knew Dar’iska?” The fact that Ba’zzar knew Dar’iska’s name caught Zeyla off guard. Maybe there’s more of a connection than I thought. His mother must have at least knew them at one point.

    “Do you know this Dar’iska?”

    “Yeah, he used to come to our house to talk to my father, and he would tell me stories of his ‘adventures.’”

    “Oh.”

    “Ba’zzar, what do you mean by ‘pirates?’”

    “That is how my mother explained the stories. They were pirates.”

    Zeyla shook her head. “Of all the things…. You’re telling me that my father was a pirate? He is not.”

    “He is not. But he was.”

    “Well, let’s just wait for-”

    They both turned to face the cave entrance as they heard the sound of a sword being relieved of its sheath. Molamer stood there not, sword in hand.

    “Zeyla!” he exclaimed, “how dare you allow a stranger into my home?!”

    “Wait,” Zeyla Swiftly stood between Molamer and Ba’zzar. “Don’t hurt him,” she said to Molamer.

    “Why shouldn’t I?”

    “We just want to talk.”

    “About?”

    “I want to know who my other brother is, besides Zane. You never told me who he is.”

    “Then why is he here?” He gestured towards Ba’zzar with his blade.

    “His name is Ba’zzar, he-”

    “Ba’zzar? ‘Ba’ is not a Khajiit prefix.”

    “It’s not?” She looked to Ba’zzar.

    “What?” Ba’zzar asked. “Ba’zzar did not name himself.”

    “Anyway,” Zeyla looked back to Molamer, “he’s here because he thinks he is my-”

    “Really?” Molamer interrupted her, “you think that thing is your brother?”

    “Hey!” Ba’zzar exclaimed.

    “No, he thinks he’s my brother. I'm… sure he can’t be, but he knows my father’s name, and Dar’iska’s too.”

    Molamer sheathed his weapon and walked closer. Zeyla could not tell what he was thinking, because of his helmeted head.

    “I’ve never seen this Khajiit in my life,” he said.

    “So, he’s not my brother.”

    “I never said that. I’ve never seen him before, but I suppose it’s not impossible.”

    “Oh….”

    “This One,” Ba’zzar began, “still believes we are siblings.”

    “So,” Zeyla dared to ask, “who is my other brother, then?”

    “He is,” Molamer answered, “a Redguard boy, by the name of Kottal.”

    Zeyla’s eyes widened with surprise. “Wha…. Are…. You’re certain?”

    “Yup.”

    “I… met him once,” Zeyla explained, “but no one ever told me….” She stood there for a moment, then walked towards the exit, left the cave, and headed back to town. Ba’zzar decided to follow her instead of stay with the scary man.

    On the way back to town, Zeyla thought about their trip to Hammerfell, many years ago.

    It was a long time ago. I was laying in my bed after a long day. I was surprised when my door clicked then opened. I was even more surprised when I saw who walked in.

    A Redguard boy about the age of Zane. He had dark skin and darker hair; his blue eyes contrasted with his red shirt. He walked in and sat in a chair next to me.

    “Hi,” he said.

    “Hi,” I replied shyly.

    “Your name is Zeyla, right?”

    I simply nodded my head.

    It seemed as if he was unsure as to what he should say. “My name is Kottal. I’ve already met your brother and sister. What are you doing in here all alone?”

    “I’m really tired, and it’s really hot here.”

    “Well, I just wanted to meet you, Zeyla. How about we play something tomorrow?”

    “Okay.”

    He stood up. “Well, you get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He left the room and closed the door behind him.


    Zeyla was almost at Raxen Desand’s house, when Ba’zzar caught up with her. Her eyes never strayed from the ground.

    “Zeyla,” Ba’zzar began, “There is not much proof either way, but This One still believes we may be siblings. And if we are not siblings, we are still friends, correct?”

    Zeyla nodded her head. “Yeah.”

    “I guess you want to be left alone, though. Ba’zzar will leave you, but first I want to say something. You are sad because this Kottal never told you the truth. But maybe he did not know, or he could not tell you.”

    “I know that’s possible,” Zeyla began, “but I still feel… betrayed.”

    “Well, Ba’zzar will not be leaving as soon as he thought he was. He will be staying here with you for a while longer.”

    Zeyla stopped walking, and Ba’zzar did the same. Zeyla looked up from the ground at Ba’zzar. “Thank you for trying to cheer me up,” she said.

    “You are welcome,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around her.

    “You are really friendly. Wow,” Zeyla said as she felt his fur, “your fur is really soft.”

    “It runs in the family! I think….”

    “Well, good night Ba’zzar.”

    “This One hopes you have a good night as well.”

    “Wait, where will you stay?”

    “Ba’zzar will go and find out right now. Good bye.” He left and looked for a comfy place to sleep for the night.

    Zeyla turned and continued walking towards Raxen Desand’s house; the only place she could stay for the night. She was so distracted by her thoughts, that she did not notice the large Dunmer sneaking up on her and knocking her unconscious.

    In the distance, Ba’zzar heard a loud “bang!” and looked around to see where it came from. He saw the man dragging Zeyla away. He looked for anyone else who might have seen or who could help.

    “Zeyla! Wait a second, why are there no guards in this town now?"
     
    #7 TheAdventurer!, May 13, 2017
    Last edited: May 20, 2017 at 2:40 PM

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