< That Damned Arrow >
... but then I took an arrow to the knee.
Oooh creepy! The eyes, I mean....I still really dislike Xiathan 
The Enslavement of Lady Shisha
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Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 10: This Means War!
Shisha sat in the Throne Room of Ilith'a, Zeran at her side. A Imperial negotiator stood in front of her pleading her to call of the attack on the settlers in the Marshes. "Your Ladyship, please I beg of you! Have mercy on the people! They only want to settle and expand and become allies with your people, they mean you no harm. Please your Highness!" Shisha drummed her fingers against the throne, the man went down on his knees. "Please! The Empire cannot afford to start a war with you, not with the Aldmeri Dominion on our heels!" Shisha thought for a moment and then spoke. "Your people made a promise to me, a promise that they have since broken. Therefore I am keeping my end of the bargain. Also, I have not even sent the orders out yet. I just sent a notice to your "Emperor" of what will happen if he does not remove those ignorant fools from Ki'an Tribe land. They have no right to be in that land nor did I ever give them permission to be." The man stood up, and pressed his lips together. "Then it is war." Shisha stood as well. "That it is." She turn to the guards at the end of the hall by the doors. "Please escort this fool out of the city." The two elves nodded and began their task. Shisha sat down and sighed. "This will not end well for them." Zeran stood and spoke. "I am well aware of that, but you did the right thing. Shall I go send out the orders?" Shisha stood. "Yes please." She looked at him with concern. "Will you join the fight?" He shook his head. "I am, they look to me as their new General, since Jir'in..." He looked away. It had been month's since the assassination of his beloved uncle, and they have yet to find the woman who did the task. Zeran turned on his heels. "I better go and get the men and myself ready." He was about to walk off when he turned and kissed Shisha one last time before going to war. "I'll be fine. I promise." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Shisha in a state of shock. She sighed and closed her eyes, just when a voice spoke. "Ah, Shisha you look as sexy as ever!" Opening her eyes, Xiathan came walking towards her. Placing her hands on her hips, she spoke. "Xiathan, how lovely to see you. What brings you here?" He stopped inches before her. "I heard Zeran is going to war with the Imperials. I just thought you would like to hear my proposition." Shisha gave him a suspicious look. "What kind of 'Proposition' are we talking about?" Xiathan smiled that glorious, devious white smile of his and spoke. "Well, when one's romantic partner is away, especially at war, women get.....oh, how do I say this. Lonely. They tend to want companionship, someone to hold them, make them feel better, and....warm their bed." He smiled even bigger. "If you ever need me, just-" Shisha interrupted. "There's no way in hell, that I will ever call on you for those reasons." He laughed. "Oh, I think you will. This is going to be a long war, and you can't hold out on me forever." He turned on his heels and left the room. Shisha sat down in her throne, this war would bring more than just death.
(Note: There are smaller little cities not mentioned or seen on this map, also there are Dwemer cities scattered throughout Elven territory.)
Shisha sat in the Throne Room of Ilith'a, Zeran at her side. A Imperial negotiator stood in front of her pleading her to call of the attack on the settlers in the Marshes. "Your Ladyship, please I beg of you! Have mercy on the people! They only want to settle and expand and become allies with your people, they mean you no harm. Please your Highness!" Shisha drummed her fingers against the throne, the man went down on his knees. "Please! The Empire cannot afford to start a war with you, not with the Aldmeri Dominion on our heels!" Shisha thought for a moment and then spoke. "Your people made a promise to me, a promise that they have since broken. Therefore I am keeping my end of the bargain. Also, I have not even sent the orders out yet. I just sent a notice to your "Emperor" of what will happen if he does not remove those ignorant fools from Ki'an Tribe land. They have no right to be in that land nor did I ever give them permission to be." The man stood up, and pressed his lips together. "Then it is war." Shisha stood as well. "That it is." She turn to the guards at the end of the hall by the doors. "Please escort this fool out of the city." The two elves nodded and began their task. Shisha sat down and sighed. "This will not end well for them." Zeran stood and spoke. "I am well aware of that, but you did the right thing. Shall I go send out the orders?" Shisha stood. "Yes please." She looked at him with concern. "Will you join the fight?" He shook his head. "I am, they look to me as their new General, since Jir'in..." He looked away. It had been month's since the assassination of his beloved uncle, and they have yet to find the woman who did the task. Zeran turned on his heels. "I better go and get the men and myself ready." He was about to walk off when he turned and kissed Shisha one last time before going to war. "I'll be fine. I promise." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Shisha in a state of shock. She sighed and closed her eyes, just when a voice spoke. "Ah, Shisha you look as sexy as ever!" Opening her eyes, Xiathan came walking towards her. Placing her hands on her hips, she spoke. "Xiathan, how lovely to see you. What brings you here?" He stopped inches before her. "I heard Zeran is going to war with the Imperials. I just thought you would like to hear my proposition." Shisha gave him a suspicious look. "What kind of 'Proposition' are we talking about?" Xiathan smiled that glorious, devious white smile of his and spoke. "Well, when one's romantic partner is away, especially at war, women get.....oh, how do I say this. Lonely. They tend to want companionship, someone to hold them, make them feel better, and....warm their bed." He smiled even bigger. "If you ever need me, just-" Shisha interrupted. "There's no way in hell, that I will ever call on you for those reasons." He laughed. "Oh, I think you will. This is going to be a long war, and you can't hold out on me forever." He turned on his heels and left the room. Shisha sat down in her throne, this war would bring more than just death.
(Note: There are smaller little cities not mentioned or seen on this map, also there are Dwemer cities scattered throughout Elven territory.)
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 11: The Result of War
The war had been going on for some time, the Imperial Empire had sent many of their finest soldiers to defend the settlers who lived in the marshes and in the Ki'an Tribe land. The Snow-elve's were stronger, winning nearly every battle and starting to advance towards the intruders settlement. They still had a long way to go however before the war was won.
Lady Shisha sat up against the window in her room, Xiathan walked into the room. Lady Shisha turned her head, tears streaked her beautiful face. "I should of stopped him. His letters, there is so much sadness and death. It is not like I have not taken a live myself, but.....war is brutal, and unfair." She looked down. Xiathan had sympathy for her, she did care for Zeran. He walked up to her and sat down next to her. "Look, I know I can be a total asshole, and a womanizer, but I do have a soft spot." She stared at him in surprise, he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against his chest, his arms around her. It didn't exactly feel...right, but it didn't feel wrong either. "It's going to be ok, he will come back. I promise. But hey, I know what will make you feel better." She looked up at him. "What?" He pulled out a large flask from his belt. "Strong Brandy?" She stared at the flask and grabbed it out of his hand and began to drink it. "Hey! Save some for me!" He laughed. They passed the flask back and forth until they were both highly intoxicated. They sat on her bed both laughing, it was late into the night. "Xiathan?" "Yes, beautiful?" She bit her lip. "Why do you want me so bad?" He thought for a moment. "Your untouchable, different from other women." She thought for a moment. "I'll take that." He laid down on the bed. "Your beautiful, smart, a amazing ruler, and you don't try to flaunt it." She laid down next to him and put her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep while Xiathan stayed awake, with mind buzzing with the effect of alcohol. What the hell am I doing? He thought. With this he closed his eye's and fell asleep aswell.
Zeran leaned over a table with battle plans, and small carved figurines on a large map. A courier came into the tent. "My Lord, a letter from the Queen." He handed a sealed letter with "Zeran." written on the front in Shisha's beautiful hand writing. The courier turned and left the tent, Zeran smiled. It had been long since he had received a letter from her, he was eager to read it. He slit open the top of the envelope, and pulled out the parchement, the scent of her perfume made it's way to Zeran's heart. He missed her so much, her perfume was always so comforting. He began to read.
"To the one who will always hold my heart,
I miss you. I cannot believe it has been as long as it has since this war first began, two years. Two years since you went away into battle, even though we are immortal and two years are nearly nothing compared to how long we have lived. It still saddens me for you to be gone. I hope this can be resolved quickly, especially with the rumors of the Atmoran's wishing to come settle here in Mereth. I would rather not us be fighting two wars.
Return quickly, and may Auri-el watch over you my love.
Your's In Eternity,
Lady Shisha"
It was short and sweet, but enough to put courage into Zeran. They had almost driven the Imperial's out of the Marshes, it was time to end the war.
(Author's Note: If you haven't noticed them yet, in this fan fic tion there is quite a few reference's to books, movies, video games. Zeran's name is a reference. Add a v between the e and r, and you have Zevran like from Dragon Age: Origins. They are there you just have to look for them. Also no picture this post. Sorry!)
The war had been going on for some time, the Imperial Empire had sent many of their finest soldiers to defend the settlers who lived in the marshes and in the Ki'an Tribe land. The Snow-elve's were stronger, winning nearly every battle and starting to advance towards the intruders settlement. They still had a long way to go however before the war was won.
Lady Shisha sat up against the window in her room, Xiathan walked into the room. Lady Shisha turned her head, tears streaked her beautiful face. "I should of stopped him. His letters, there is so much sadness and death. It is not like I have not taken a live myself, but.....war is brutal, and unfair." She looked down. Xiathan had sympathy for her, she did care for Zeran. He walked up to her and sat down next to her. "Look, I know I can be a total asshole, and a womanizer, but I do have a soft spot." She stared at him in surprise, he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against his chest, his arms around her. It didn't exactly feel...right, but it didn't feel wrong either. "It's going to be ok, he will come back. I promise. But hey, I know what will make you feel better." She looked up at him. "What?" He pulled out a large flask from his belt. "Strong Brandy?" She stared at the flask and grabbed it out of his hand and began to drink it. "Hey! Save some for me!" He laughed. They passed the flask back and forth until they were both highly intoxicated. They sat on her bed both laughing, it was late into the night. "Xiathan?" "Yes, beautiful?" She bit her lip. "Why do you want me so bad?" He thought for a moment. "Your untouchable, different from other women." She thought for a moment. "I'll take that." He laid down on the bed. "Your beautiful, smart, a amazing ruler, and you don't try to flaunt it." She laid down next to him and put her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep while Xiathan stayed awake, with mind buzzing with the effect of alcohol. What the hell am I doing? He thought. With this he closed his eye's and fell asleep aswell.
Zeran leaned over a table with battle plans, and small carved figurines on a large map. A courier came into the tent. "My Lord, a letter from the Queen." He handed a sealed letter with "Zeran." written on the front in Shisha's beautiful hand writing. The courier turned and left the tent, Zeran smiled. It had been long since he had received a letter from her, he was eager to read it. He slit open the top of the envelope, and pulled out the parchement, the scent of her perfume made it's way to Zeran's heart. He missed her so much, her perfume was always so comforting. He began to read.
"To the one who will always hold my heart,
I miss you. I cannot believe it has been as long as it has since this war first began, two years. Two years since you went away into battle, even though we are immortal and two years are nearly nothing compared to how long we have lived. It still saddens me for you to be gone. I hope this can be resolved quickly, especially with the rumors of the Atmoran's wishing to come settle here in Mereth. I would rather not us be fighting two wars.
Return quickly, and may Auri-el watch over you my love.
Your's In Eternity,
Lady Shisha"
It was short and sweet, but enough to put courage into Zeran. They had almost driven the Imperial's out of the Marshes, it was time to end the war.
(Author's Note: If you haven't noticed them yet, in this fan fic tion there is quite a few reference's to books, movies, video games. Zeran's name is a reference. Add a v between the e and r, and you have Zevran like from Dragon Age: Origins. They are there you just have to look for them. Also no picture this post. Sorry!)
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 12: The End Of A War
Shisha sat in the Council Chambers upon her throne, the Council Members sat waiting for Ka'tharin to arrive. He was taking his mother's place as Na'thir Representive. Shisha wasn't exactly happy about this, but she did not have a choice. Many of the leaders have said he had changed, and was more mature then he was five years ago. Shisha didn't believe it what so ever, but who was she to judge? The doors to the Council Chambers opened, revealing not Ka'tharin but....Zeran. The leaders made a noise of surprise, Shisha stood up. "Zeran." She whispered before running to him. He wrapped his arms around her and spoke. "It's over, ther war has been won." Shisha burst into tears, five long years she had waited for him. That was not long for an immortal, but even immortals feel the test of time. "I missed you." Zeran smiled. "I know." Just then Ka'tharin came through the doors. Shisha's eyes went wide, he HAD changed. His face had grown sharper, his hair was no longer a white platium blonde, with had turned to a soft gold color much like Shisha's. He had gotten taller, he wore fur armor and a daedric sword hung from his belt. His eye's met Shisha's, he was Ka'tharin but some thing had changed. Something seemed....off. Shisha tore herself away from Zeran, and spoke to Ka'tharin. "Welcome to the Council, Ka'tharin. Please take your seat so we can begin." He nodded and took Rethra's old spot. Zeran took Shisha by the hand and guided her back to her throne, she took her place and Zeran stood beside the throne. Ka'tharin spoke. "It is a great honor to finally join the Council, and with the war at it's end, we have many matters to address. Let's start with the first shall we?" Many of the Council members nodded in agreement, they all turned to Shisha. Ka'tharin spoke again. "Queen Shisha, we of the Council believe that you have tarried long enough in choosing a mate. Many leaders including myself, have come across a certain piece of information that could be the end of our great Empire. Therefore, we believe it is time for you to stop delaying and choose some who can guide this Empire in the right direction. Many have voted me to be a canidate, and since it is obvious that you spent a lot of time with Zeran, the other members of the Council have voted him as a canidate as well." Shisha crossed her arms. So, this was his plan. Shisha thought bitterly, she spoke not trying to hide the disgust in her voice. "Isn't it obvious? You already know my choice, so this little attempt of yours is futile." She paused and closed her eyes. "Ever since you tried to force yourself upon me, I have lost all respect for you. My choice is Zeran." Ka'tharin just smiled. "So, your choosing the bastard child?" Zeran spoke up, and well as Lorene. Zeran spoke first. "I am just as of noble blood as you are Ka'tharin." Lorene interjected. "Zeran's mother was the leader of the Ki'drian Tribe, her linage came from the nobles of Ilith'a. Zeran is perfectly capable to be king." Shisha smiled. "Oh, Ka'tharin?" He bowed. "Yes your Majesty?" Shisha glared at him. "Don't ever try to use bribery in my court again, if you do I will have you escorted to Frostdagger Prison. Understood?" He pressed his lips together. "Yes, your Highness." With this he sat down.
Council had been release, and Shisha and Zeran traveled back to Ilith'a. The sun had begun to set and Shisha began to light the various candles around her room, a pitcher of strong wine sat next to her bed. She wore a teal colored dress, with black stitching. When all of the candles were lit she sat down on the bed and laid down. There was a knock, and then Zeran opened the door. "Tired?" Shisha nodded. "Very." He walked over and laid down next to her, she cuddled up next to him laying her head on his chest. "Can't blame you." She smiled. "I missed you." She said softly. "I know." He let loose a sigh. She looked up at him, with the soft glow of the candles, she looked even more beautiful then ever. He leaned down and kissed her lips. He had forgotten how much he missed this, missed her. He sat up and took her in his arms, she ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled away from his lips and started kissing across his face till she got to his neck, causing him to moan softly. Leaning back onto the bed, Shisha willed the candles to go out. Leaving them in darkness.
(Author's note: Thank you for reading this far! I really can't believe this has gotten as many views as it has. I never expected it!)
Shisha sat in the Council Chambers upon her throne, the Council Members sat waiting for Ka'tharin to arrive. He was taking his mother's place as Na'thir Representive. Shisha wasn't exactly happy about this, but she did not have a choice. Many of the leaders have said he had changed, and was more mature then he was five years ago. Shisha didn't believe it what so ever, but who was she to judge? The doors to the Council Chambers opened, revealing not Ka'tharin but....Zeran. The leaders made a noise of surprise, Shisha stood up. "Zeran." She whispered before running to him. He wrapped his arms around her and spoke. "It's over, ther war has been won." Shisha burst into tears, five long years she had waited for him. That was not long for an immortal, but even immortals feel the test of time. "I missed you." Zeran smiled. "I know." Just then Ka'tharin came through the doors. Shisha's eyes went wide, he HAD changed. His face had grown sharper, his hair was no longer a white platium blonde, with had turned to a soft gold color much like Shisha's. He had gotten taller, he wore fur armor and a daedric sword hung from his belt. His eye's met Shisha's, he was Ka'tharin but some thing had changed. Something seemed....off. Shisha tore herself away from Zeran, and spoke to Ka'tharin. "Welcome to the Council, Ka'tharin. Please take your seat so we can begin." He nodded and took Rethra's old spot. Zeran took Shisha by the hand and guided her back to her throne, she took her place and Zeran stood beside the throne. Ka'tharin spoke. "It is a great honor to finally join the Council, and with the war at it's end, we have many matters to address. Let's start with the first shall we?" Many of the Council members nodded in agreement, they all turned to Shisha. Ka'tharin spoke again. "Queen Shisha, we of the Council believe that you have tarried long enough in choosing a mate. Many leaders including myself, have come across a certain piece of information that could be the end of our great Empire. Therefore, we believe it is time for you to stop delaying and choose some who can guide this Empire in the right direction. Many have voted me to be a canidate, and since it is obvious that you spent a lot of time with Zeran, the other members of the Council have voted him as a canidate as well." Shisha crossed her arms. So, this was his plan. Shisha thought bitterly, she spoke not trying to hide the disgust in her voice. "Isn't it obvious? You already know my choice, so this little attempt of yours is futile." She paused and closed her eyes. "Ever since you tried to force yourself upon me, I have lost all respect for you. My choice is Zeran." Ka'tharin just smiled. "So, your choosing the bastard child?" Zeran spoke up, and well as Lorene. Zeran spoke first. "I am just as of noble blood as you are Ka'tharin." Lorene interjected. "Zeran's mother was the leader of the Ki'drian Tribe, her linage came from the nobles of Ilith'a. Zeran is perfectly capable to be king." Shisha smiled. "Oh, Ka'tharin?" He bowed. "Yes your Majesty?" Shisha glared at him. "Don't ever try to use bribery in my court again, if you do I will have you escorted to Frostdagger Prison. Understood?" He pressed his lips together. "Yes, your Highness." With this he sat down.
Council had been release, and Shisha and Zeran traveled back to Ilith'a. The sun had begun to set and Shisha began to light the various candles around her room, a pitcher of strong wine sat next to her bed. She wore a teal colored dress, with black stitching. When all of the candles were lit she sat down on the bed and laid down. There was a knock, and then Zeran opened the door. "Tired?" Shisha nodded. "Very." He walked over and laid down next to her, she cuddled up next to him laying her head on his chest. "Can't blame you." She smiled. "I missed you." She said softly. "I know." He let loose a sigh. She looked up at him, with the soft glow of the candles, she looked even more beautiful then ever. He leaned down and kissed her lips. He had forgotten how much he missed this, missed her. He sat up and took her in his arms, she ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled away from his lips and started kissing across his face till she got to his neck, causing him to moan softly. Leaning back onto the bed, Shisha willed the candles to go out. Leaving them in darkness.
(Author's note: Thank you for reading this far! I really can't believe this has gotten as many views as it has. I never expected it!)
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 13: The Vision.
The morning sun streamed through the window, bathing the room in a soft yellow light. Shisha's eyes fluttered open, smooth warm skin was pressed against her. The night before returning to her memory, sitting up she stretched out her arms. Looking out the clear pristine glass to the city of Ilith'a, something nagged at her from the depths of her consciousness, something begging for her attention. Zeran sat up and wrapped his arms around her. "Good morning." She continued to stare out at the city. "Good morning, sleep ok?" He nodded his head and smiled wide, slipping out from under the sheets he began to search for his clothes. "Xiathan will be coming here soon, we are going to the market place." Shisha cocked her head to the side. "Why?" Zeran just smiled even bigger. "It's a surprise." Shisha shook her head. "Whatever, just be back in time for Vira's party. Ok?" He laughed and took her head in his hands. "I will, I promise." He kissed her forehead and finished putting on his tunic. There was a knock at the door and Xiathan poked his head in. Looking at this scene he smiled. "Well, well, well. I figured it was only a matter of time." Shisha looked away. "This is none of your business Xiathan." He laughed amusingly. "It is to my business, and you damn well know it." He turned to Zeran. "Good job, now let's get down to the market before the party." Zeran struggled with a boot. "Ok, hold up." Shisha still had that nagging feeling and still could not quite place it. Zeran finished and turned to her. "I'll be back soon." With that he and Xiathan turned and left the room, leaving Shisha alone. She crashed back down onto her back, and closed her eyes. With a flash of purple light, she was thrown into a vision. A great battle was being fought before her, many Snow-elf warriors fell with each passing second. Her people were being slaughtered, by a race she had never seen before, they were tall and muscular and many wielded axes or greatswords. If for the fact they did not have the blood of her people all over their skin she would have thought them quite attractive, the scene was gruesome. Shisha fell to her knees and begged Auriel to take her somewhere else, anywherebut here. Another flash of purple and she was in a different scene, she was watching herself. She was standing up against a wall in her bedroom in Ilith'a, she looked like death. She had lost a sickly amount of weight, her eyes were sunken into her skull, her hair was a tangled mess of dirt covered gold. Xiathan walked towards her a evil gleam in his electric blue eyes. {Look at what he has made you become! He has left you here to wither away, left you here so you can sink down to this.} He was within inches of her. {I can save you. I can protect you from what's going to happen, with me your beauty will be saved from the fate of our people.} He pressed his palm against her sunken cheek, just like that she returned to normal, she returned to the glorious, beautiful version of herself. Shisha stood watching the whole scene unfold in horror, as Xiathan pulled her face to his. As her body pressed against his willingly, and her tongue searched for his. Shisha looked away shameful that she would ever do that to Zeran. She spoke once again to the gods. "Is this what you wanted to show me? Is this how you want to torture me? By letting me see myself in this shameful way. Just please, release me from this vision or take me away from this, I cannot bear to watch this any longer." She said as a moan escaped Xiathan's lips as she saw herself kissing his neck down to his highly defined abs, as he started to unlace her corset, she saw it all out of the corner of her eye. She forced her eyes closed, and once again a flash of vibrant purple light took her to a new vision. This time of a single Snow-Elf, and a Dwemer ruler. The snow-elf she recognized as Ka'tharin, he pleaded with the Dwemer. {Please we only seek shelter. Our queen has abandoned us in our time of need! She only wishes to save herself not her people.} The ruler smiled. {We'll house you, on one condition.} He nodded to one of his servants who brought forth a small lock box and handed it to him. {Feed your people this, and work for us and you will have your protection. It will never run out nor can it be destroyed until i wish it to be.} Ka'tharin nodded and with the box in hand turned and left the room. Shisha did not quite understand, the scene fast forward as her people were enslaved and twisted into what adventurers were calling "Falmer". She saw how they lost their vision, their intellect, their very culture and being changed. It tore her to pieces, she fell to the ground in tears. "No, please no more, Divine's please have mercy." With another flash she was back in her bed chambers, it was if nothing had happened, like not the next 300 years had not occurred. She jumped off of the bed and slipped on a long blue finery, and headed to the palace library.
The morning sun streamed through the window, bathing the room in a soft yellow light. Shisha's eyes fluttered open, smooth warm skin was pressed against her. The night before returning to her memory, sitting up she stretched out her arms. Looking out the clear pristine glass to the city of Ilith'a, something nagged at her from the depths of her consciousness, something begging for her attention. Zeran sat up and wrapped his arms around her. "Good morning." She continued to stare out at the city. "Good morning, sleep ok?" He nodded his head and smiled wide, slipping out from under the sheets he began to search for his clothes. "Xiathan will be coming here soon, we are going to the market place." Shisha cocked her head to the side. "Why?" Zeran just smiled even bigger. "It's a surprise." Shisha shook her head. "Whatever, just be back in time for Vira's party. Ok?" He laughed and took her head in his hands. "I will, I promise." He kissed her forehead and finished putting on his tunic. There was a knock at the door and Xiathan poked his head in. Looking at this scene he smiled. "Well, well, well. I figured it was only a matter of time." Shisha looked away. "This is none of your business Xiathan." He laughed amusingly. "It is to my business, and you damn well know it." He turned to Zeran. "Good job, now let's get down to the market before the party." Zeran struggled with a boot. "Ok, hold up." Shisha still had that nagging feeling and still could not quite place it. Zeran finished and turned to her. "I'll be back soon." With that he and Xiathan turned and left the room, leaving Shisha alone. She crashed back down onto her back, and closed her eyes. With a flash of purple light, she was thrown into a vision. A great battle was being fought before her, many Snow-elf warriors fell with each passing second. Her people were being slaughtered, by a race she had never seen before, they were tall and muscular and many wielded axes or greatswords. If for the fact they did not have the blood of her people all over their skin she would have thought them quite attractive, the scene was gruesome. Shisha fell to her knees and begged Auriel to take her somewhere else, anywherebut here. Another flash of purple and she was in a different scene, she was watching herself. She was standing up against a wall in her bedroom in Ilith'a, she looked like death. She had lost a sickly amount of weight, her eyes were sunken into her skull, her hair was a tangled mess of dirt covered gold. Xiathan walked towards her a evil gleam in his electric blue eyes. {Look at what he has made you become! He has left you here to wither away, left you here so you can sink down to this.} He was within inches of her. {I can save you. I can protect you from what's going to happen, with me your beauty will be saved from the fate of our people.} He pressed his palm against her sunken cheek, just like that she returned to normal, she returned to the glorious, beautiful version of herself. Shisha stood watching the whole scene unfold in horror, as Xiathan pulled her face to his. As her body pressed against his willingly, and her tongue searched for his. Shisha looked away shameful that she would ever do that to Zeran. She spoke once again to the gods. "Is this what you wanted to show me? Is this how you want to torture me? By letting me see myself in this shameful way. Just please, release me from this vision or take me away from this, I cannot bear to watch this any longer." She said as a moan escaped Xiathan's lips as she saw herself kissing his neck down to his highly defined abs, as he started to unlace her corset, she saw it all out of the corner of her eye. She forced her eyes closed, and once again a flash of vibrant purple light took her to a new vision. This time of a single Snow-Elf, and a Dwemer ruler. The snow-elf she recognized as Ka'tharin, he pleaded with the Dwemer. {Please we only seek shelter. Our queen has abandoned us in our time of need! She only wishes to save herself not her people.} The ruler smiled. {We'll house you, on one condition.} He nodded to one of his servants who brought forth a small lock box and handed it to him. {Feed your people this, and work for us and you will have your protection. It will never run out nor can it be destroyed until i wish it to be.} Ka'tharin nodded and with the box in hand turned and left the room. Shisha did not quite understand, the scene fast forward as her people were enslaved and twisted into what adventurers were calling "Falmer". She saw how they lost their vision, their intellect, their very culture and being changed. It tore her to pieces, she fell to the ground in tears. "No, please no more, Divine's please have mercy." With another flash she was back in her bed chambers, it was if nothing had happened, like not the next 300 years had not occurred. She jumped off of the bed and slipped on a long blue finery, and headed to the palace library.
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
(HOLY FLUFFIN' UNICORNS! XD over 1,000 views!!!!!! I haven't posted in over a month I think it's time for a new chapter, but first THANK YOU! I never would've have gotten this many views if it wasn't for you, the readers. I would also like to thank my partner in editing Uther Pundragon. Now for the chapter!)
Chapter 14: How To Save An Entire Race....The Hard Way
Shisha sat quietly among the old dusty books, diaries, and historic accounts of her people. They were all very interesting, except for the fact they didn't have what she sought after. Her people were to be enslaved, that much was clear to her. She let loose a sigh and chose another book. She ran her fingers down the thin old parchment until two words caught her eye. Elder Scroll; the same words that appeared over and over again and gave no explanation, nor did it give one's location.
She slammed the book closed, and stood up. "That's no way to treat a book." Zeran's smooth calm voice sounded from behind her. "Yeah well, leaving a lady alone all day isn't the way to treat her either." Shisha remarked with a venomous tone. Zeran sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry, Xiathan wanted to go to the market." She made a sound of disgust and walked of his reach. "Doesn't give you a right to up and leave." He ignored her comment and looked at the scattered books and tomes on the table. "What were you doing?" Shisha turned around. "Nothing, just a little bit of reading." He pressed his lips together. "You hate reading." She turned on her heels and walked towards him. "What I'm doing is none of your business." He crossed his arms. "Would you just calm down? I wasn't trying to interrogate you. I just came here to tell you that a scholar has claimed to find a huge discovery and wishes to speak with you. He is in the Throne Room." With this Zeran turned and strode out of the room.
"This could change the face of our society! It is the discovery of our time!" Shisha waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "I understand that, but what is it?" The scholar smiled, he was a kind old man with medium length graying hair that had once been black. His face was rough with age, he had olive green eyes. "That is the beauty of it." He motioned with his hand and two guards strode forward with a large chest, they placed it on the ground and the scholar opened it. "My Lady, may I present to you. An Elder Scroll!" Shisha's eyes grew wide at the site of the decorated scroll. "How much are you willing to take for it, also to keep the whole discovery quiet?" The man looked appalled. "My Lady, it is priceless and it is the find of my career! It is not for sale!" She gripped the edge of her throne. "You don't have a choice. I will give you anything you wish for the rest of your day's, but the scroll now belongs to me." The man opened his mouth then closed it again. "Very well. It is yours."
Chapter 14: How To Save An Entire Race....The Hard Way
Shisha sat quietly among the old dusty books, diaries, and historic accounts of her people. They were all very interesting, except for the fact they didn't have what she sought after. Her people were to be enslaved, that much was clear to her. She let loose a sigh and chose another book. She ran her fingers down the thin old parchment until two words caught her eye. Elder Scroll; the same words that appeared over and over again and gave no explanation, nor did it give one's location.
She slammed the book closed, and stood up. "That's no way to treat a book." Zeran's smooth calm voice sounded from behind her. "Yeah well, leaving a lady alone all day isn't the way to treat her either." Shisha remarked with a venomous tone. Zeran sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry, Xiathan wanted to go to the market." She made a sound of disgust and walked of his reach. "Doesn't give you a right to up and leave." He ignored her comment and looked at the scattered books and tomes on the table. "What were you doing?" Shisha turned around. "Nothing, just a little bit of reading." He pressed his lips together. "You hate reading." She turned on her heels and walked towards him. "What I'm doing is none of your business." He crossed his arms. "Would you just calm down? I wasn't trying to interrogate you. I just came here to tell you that a scholar has claimed to find a huge discovery and wishes to speak with you. He is in the Throne Room." With this Zeran turned and strode out of the room.
"This could change the face of our society! It is the discovery of our time!" Shisha waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "I understand that, but what is it?" The scholar smiled, he was a kind old man with medium length graying hair that had once been black. His face was rough with age, he had olive green eyes. "That is the beauty of it." He motioned with his hand and two guards strode forward with a large chest, they placed it on the ground and the scholar opened it. "My Lady, may I present to you. An Elder Scroll!" Shisha's eyes grew wide at the site of the decorated scroll. "How much are you willing to take for it, also to keep the whole discovery quiet?" The man looked appalled. "My Lady, it is priceless and it is the find of my career! It is not for sale!" She gripped the edge of her throne. "You don't have a choice. I will give you anything you wish for the rest of your day's, but the scroll now belongs to me." The man opened his mouth then closed it again. "Very well. It is yours."
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 15: Falsely Accused!
The Scroll sat on a decorative table in front of Shisha, it was a horrible reminder of how she could not read it. She drummed her fingers against her chair impatiently. The doors to her chamber burst open and Ka'tharin and three Na'thir Berserkers ran in. Ka'tharin was the first to speak. "I have been tasked with the unfortunate errand to inform you that you will be escorted to Frostdagger Prison immediately." Shisha spoke with an irritated tone. "Under what terms?" The elf opened the paper he held in his hand and began to read. "Under the authority of the High Council of the Third Kingdom, Shisha Kai're of A'mara is hereby sentenced to Frostdagger Prison for the misuse of power and murder of King Valir." She crossed her arms and scoffed. "Very well Ka'tharin. Accuse me if you wish, but I have done nothing you say. I did not murder my father."
(Short chapter this time. More to come!)
The Scroll sat on a decorative table in front of Shisha, it was a horrible reminder of how she could not read it. She drummed her fingers against her chair impatiently. The doors to her chamber burst open and Ka'tharin and three Na'thir Berserkers ran in. Ka'tharin was the first to speak. "I have been tasked with the unfortunate errand to inform you that you will be escorted to Frostdagger Prison immediately." Shisha spoke with an irritated tone. "Under what terms?" The elf opened the paper he held in his hand and began to read. "Under the authority of the High Council of the Third Kingdom, Shisha Kai're of A'mara is hereby sentenced to Frostdagger Prison for the misuse of power and murder of King Valir." She crossed her arms and scoffed. "Very well Ka'tharin. Accuse me if you wish, but I have done nothing you say. I did not murder my father."
(Short chapter this time. More to come!)
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 16: The Road To Frostdagger
Lady Shisha was escorted to the plains of Frostdagger, five hundred Na'thir Berserkers in tow with Ka'tharin leading the way. At last Ka'tharin called the order to set camp, the men began to pitch tents and set flame to cooking fires. Ka'tharin pointed to a young servant. "Do not let your eyes off of her." The boy nodded and Ka'tharin rode off and barked orders or the men. Shisha thoroughly looked over the servant. He was tall, young, and had a fair face with medium length shaggy, white hair that covered his almond shaped blue eyes. He was built more as a soldier rather than a servant. "What is your name?" Lady Shisha asked quizzically. "Roman." He said as he watched the many Berserkers setting camp. Shisha pressed her lips together. It was an uncommon name, and it was not elvish. "Where are you from boy?" She asked suspiciously. "Athr'an Tribe land." He glanced back at her. "Why do you-" He was cut off as Ka'tharin approached. "Camp is set and you are free to return to your duties." Roman nodded and set off towards one of the many tents. "Come." He said coldly as he helped Shisha from her steed. He lead her to a large decorated tent, inside was warm and welcoming; a refreshing change of scenery from the cold harsh landscape. He gently lead her to a plush throne. "What is this? What do you think your going to accomplish by treating me with kindness?" Ka'tharin smiled slightly. "It's a sympathetic gesture, you do still hold power." She folded her arms. "So power is what you seek?" He made a sound of amusement. "Perhaps. Still it is sympathy, Frostdagger Prison is a heavily guarded secret is it not? It's true purpose is unknown to no one except you." Shisha laughed. "That is knowledge you will never know." His hands twitched nervously. "What you are after is uncontrollable by none save myself. You are a fool for thinking I would assist you." He smirked. "And you are a fool for thinking I was going to force you." He said calmly, he turned on his heels and walked towards the entrance to the tent. "Power is something not always obtained by force, but it can be obtained by cunning." Shisha pressed her lips together. "Perhaps." Ka'tharin strode out of the tent.
At dawn the next morning, the many warriors removed the tents and quenched the fires and began to move towards the prison once more. As the spire of the prison grew closer, Ka'tharin seemed to become more and more uneasy.
Lady Shisha was escorted to the plains of Frostdagger, five hundred Na'thir Berserkers in tow with Ka'tharin leading the way. At last Ka'tharin called the order to set camp, the men began to pitch tents and set flame to cooking fires. Ka'tharin pointed to a young servant. "Do not let your eyes off of her." The boy nodded and Ka'tharin rode off and barked orders or the men. Shisha thoroughly looked over the servant. He was tall, young, and had a fair face with medium length shaggy, white hair that covered his almond shaped blue eyes. He was built more as a soldier rather than a servant. "What is your name?" Lady Shisha asked quizzically. "Roman." He said as he watched the many Berserkers setting camp. Shisha pressed her lips together. It was an uncommon name, and it was not elvish. "Where are you from boy?" She asked suspiciously. "Athr'an Tribe land." He glanced back at her. "Why do you-" He was cut off as Ka'tharin approached. "Camp is set and you are free to return to your duties." Roman nodded and set off towards one of the many tents. "Come." He said coldly as he helped Shisha from her steed. He lead her to a large decorated tent, inside was warm and welcoming; a refreshing change of scenery from the cold harsh landscape. He gently lead her to a plush throne. "What is this? What do you think your going to accomplish by treating me with kindness?" Ka'tharin smiled slightly. "It's a sympathetic gesture, you do still hold power." She folded her arms. "So power is what you seek?" He made a sound of amusement. "Perhaps. Still it is sympathy, Frostdagger Prison is a heavily guarded secret is it not? It's true purpose is unknown to no one except you." Shisha laughed. "That is knowledge you will never know." His hands twitched nervously. "What you are after is uncontrollable by none save myself. You are a fool for thinking I would assist you." He smirked. "And you are a fool for thinking I was going to force you." He said calmly, he turned on his heels and walked towards the entrance to the tent. "Power is something not always obtained by force, but it can be obtained by cunning." Shisha pressed her lips together. "Perhaps." Ka'tharin strode out of the tent.
At dawn the next morning, the many warriors removed the tents and quenched the fires and began to move towards the prison once more. As the spire of the prison grew closer, Ka'tharin seemed to become more and more uneasy.
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 17: The Gates To Hell
It was late in the evening when Lady Shisha and Ka'tharin's company arrived at the entrance to Frostdagger Prison. Two snow elf sentries stood at the massive doors. On a closer inspection of the doors, they were elaborately decorated.The doors themselves were white with silver vines traveled up from the bottom of the doors and ended at the top with a design of a fox. Ka'thain spoke with the sentries briefly before the doors to the prison opened. Shisha was quickly ushered inside by Roman and Ka'tharin, the rest of the company stayed outside. The doors closed behind them.
Shisha quickly turned to Ka'tharin. "We are here now what do you want? Hmm? What is this whole foolish plan of your's about?" Ka'tharin simply grinned and walked farther into the prison, with the servant Roman close behind him. Lady Shisha sighed and had no other choice but to follow.
Blue glowing lamps lined the long hallway casting an eerie glow to the walls, which revealed more elaborate carvings. These told stories. Stories of her people, wars fought by the great warriors, tales of plague and disease, and histories of past rulers. When the trio reached the end of the hall a blank space is left on the wall. Shisha smiled. "This is where mine will go." Roman turned towards her. "Wait, they record all of the reign of the kings and queens here?" Ka'tharin interrupted. "Open the door." Shisha gave him a cold glare. "Very well." She approached the large doors, they were in the same fashion as the ones outside. She pressed her palm against the cool stone and the doors immediately swung in, revealing a large dimly lit room.
Ka'tharin entered first with Roman and Shisha following. The room branched off into many different hallways, sentries stood around the room. Two massively huge doors stood at the far end of the chamber. Ka'tharin seemed anxious and irritated. He scratched at his neck, a flash of black caught Shisha's eye. She walked up and pulled the neck of his shirt down. She let out a blood curling scream and backed away from him. "You....You've been touched." He turned around and spoke with a cold cruel tone. "Who I associate with is none of your concern." Shisha hissed through her teeth. "It is to my damn business!" Roman had a puzzled look on his face. "What is going on?" Shisha had her back against the wall, she pointed towards the large doors at the end of the room. "How did you even get in? Those doors have been sealed since the beginning of time! How dare you associate with that creature!" Ka'tharin stepped toward her. "Come any closer and i'll burn you to ash!" A ball of fire appeared in her hand. Roman screamed. "What the bloody hell is going on!" Ka'tharin shrugged. "She is afraid of power."
It was late in the evening when Lady Shisha and Ka'tharin's company arrived at the entrance to Frostdagger Prison. Two snow elf sentries stood at the massive doors. On a closer inspection of the doors, they were elaborately decorated.The doors themselves were white with silver vines traveled up from the bottom of the doors and ended at the top with a design of a fox. Ka'thain spoke with the sentries briefly before the doors to the prison opened. Shisha was quickly ushered inside by Roman and Ka'tharin, the rest of the company stayed outside. The doors closed behind them.
Shisha quickly turned to Ka'tharin. "We are here now what do you want? Hmm? What is this whole foolish plan of your's about?" Ka'tharin simply grinned and walked farther into the prison, with the servant Roman close behind him. Lady Shisha sighed and had no other choice but to follow.
Blue glowing lamps lined the long hallway casting an eerie glow to the walls, which revealed more elaborate carvings. These told stories. Stories of her people, wars fought by the great warriors, tales of plague and disease, and histories of past rulers. When the trio reached the end of the hall a blank space is left on the wall. Shisha smiled. "This is where mine will go." Roman turned towards her. "Wait, they record all of the reign of the kings and queens here?" Ka'tharin interrupted. "Open the door." Shisha gave him a cold glare. "Very well." She approached the large doors, they were in the same fashion as the ones outside. She pressed her palm against the cool stone and the doors immediately swung in, revealing a large dimly lit room.
Ka'tharin entered first with Roman and Shisha following. The room branched off into many different hallways, sentries stood around the room. Two massively huge doors stood at the far end of the chamber. Ka'tharin seemed anxious and irritated. He scratched at his neck, a flash of black caught Shisha's eye. She walked up and pulled the neck of his shirt down. She let out a blood curling scream and backed away from him. "You....You've been touched." He turned around and spoke with a cold cruel tone. "Who I associate with is none of your concern." Shisha hissed through her teeth. "It is to my damn business!" Roman had a puzzled look on his face. "What is going on?" Shisha had her back against the wall, she pointed towards the large doors at the end of the room. "How did you even get in? Those doors have been sealed since the beginning of time! How dare you associate with that creature!" Ka'tharin stepped toward her. "Come any closer and i'll burn you to ash!" A ball of fire appeared in her hand. Roman screamed. "What the bloody hell is going on!" Ka'tharin shrugged. "She is afraid of power."
Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Chapter 18: The Truth
Zeran sat on Shisha's bed; his heart ached. He stared blankly at the wall. Shisha had been accused not long after Zeran returned from the war with the Imperials. He wanted to see her and hold her. That was just not possible right now. Zeran sighed and stood up, a black leather book poking out from under the mattress caught his eye. He scowled and pulled it from it's hiding place and slowly opened it and began to read.
The vision disturbed me. I fear for my people, Ka'tharin hungers for power. Power that is not his to take. I have yet to consult the Daemon on this issue. The mark grows stronger with each passing year, it has served it's purpose long ago; i want it though. I want to keep this power, it has been useful many times. I fear that if i dispose of it, I will lose my power to control the Arcane. I was able to conceal it from Zeran when he returned, however, I'm sure it is only a matter of time before he finds out. If the Daemon escapes, he will surely acquire the truth...
Zeran stared at the last sentence. If the Daemon escapes, he will surely acquire the truth. Zeran spoke aloud. "What have you been keeping from me, Shisha?" He sighed and closed his eyes. His eyes flew open and a hand covered his mouth. A knife slit his throat and he fell to the ground, choking on his own blood.
A red eyed woman stood over his body cleaning a glass dagger with a handkerchief.
Zeran sat on Shisha's bed; his heart ached. He stared blankly at the wall. Shisha had been accused not long after Zeran returned from the war with the Imperials. He wanted to see her and hold her. That was just not possible right now. Zeran sighed and stood up, a black leather book poking out from under the mattress caught his eye. He scowled and pulled it from it's hiding place and slowly opened it and began to read.
The vision disturbed me. I fear for my people, Ka'tharin hungers for power. Power that is not his to take. I have yet to consult the Daemon on this issue. The mark grows stronger with each passing year, it has served it's purpose long ago; i want it though. I want to keep this power, it has been useful many times. I fear that if i dispose of it, I will lose my power to control the Arcane. I was able to conceal it from Zeran when he returned, however, I'm sure it is only a matter of time before he finds out. If the Daemon escapes, he will surely acquire the truth...
Zeran stared at the last sentence. If the Daemon escapes, he will surely acquire the truth. Zeran spoke aloud. "What have you been keeping from me, Shisha?" He sighed and closed his eyes. His eyes flew open and a hand covered his mouth. A knife slit his throat and he fell to the ground, choking on his own blood.
A red eyed woman stood over his body cleaning a glass dagger with a handkerchief.
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ORIGINALITY: 10/10
CHARACTER DEPTH: 9/10
STORY: 9.5/10
LORE LEVEL: 8/10
COMMENTS: Well done. The depth of the characters was interesting to unravel, I have to say. I could definitely feel the emotion of the characters, an also loved the originality of this piece.
OVERALL LEVEL: 9/10 (rounded)
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