Mom… She was still twitching, clenching her fists and exhaling. Her life was every bit as valuable as yours.” “What about the kid?” Caelia and Itius looked over at Krest. Hardly a loss, she had it coming,” Caelia yawned. Persephone’s life will never be the same as well. Gods, what was Kavius thinking? He’s the Champion of Cyrodiil’s husband I wonder what she’ll make of this. “Caelia, you’ll have to take it from here. She’ll need hospitalization,” said the guard Itius. She’s scared any man might do what Kavius did. The guard got up as some of the policewomen took over, ushering the men out. You’re alright,” one of the guards said to Krest’s mom. His mom was twitching and convulsing as the policemen robed her and tried to calm her down while the healer did his best to cure her wounds. Krest’s mom laid down upon her cloth and linen bed. “Stop right there, criminal scum! Nobody breaks the law on my watch!”Īfter the men had arrested Kavius, healers and clergymen assaulted their house. The doors and walls bust wide open and a battalion of guardsmen in knight armor rushed the mean man. He bit down hard, and the man screamed, yanking out and kicking Krest into the glass window. Krest felt something weird, long, and spongy in his mouth, but water flooded his face.
“SHUT UP, BITCH!” The evil man slammed Persephone into the surface and rocked his disgusting organ into her. Glass fragments pinpricking into his forearms. Krest smashed into a table, too dizzy to stand. The bad man grabbed Krest with one chokehold grip and tossed him aside. “Get the Oblivion out of here, stupid kid!” “What the fuck?!” Kavius wore his shirt, but his pants had slid down to his ankles. Krest’s eyes widened with horror as the stranger abused his mother. “Stop! Gods stop!” The sounds of his mother’s voice were muffled, and she screamed into the man’s hand as he silenced her. “Be a good little whore and take it,” growled Kavius’ deep, rough voice Was that Kavius? Why was he doing these awful things to Krest’s mom? Why was this man not wearing his clothes? Mama had liked having lots of men over, they usually went into her room with her but gave her big coin purses and then mama would buy Krest lots of tasty lunchies and toys.
An eeriness wove its web through the tapestry of his mind. Krest’s heartbeat rose in a crescendo as he placed one foot ahead of the other. A weird noise permeated from another room. He’d helped the Champion of Cyrodiil stop Dagon and Peryite.
“Can’t believe the great Kavius Meridius is in town,” one of the wizards said to another as Krest came to the corner home he lived in. Water edging onto the shore the hamlet rested by.
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He entered the village full of shanties, shacks with gabled rooves and men in funny cloaks with pointy hoods who called themselves ‘Synod’. “Weeeeeee!” He ran all the way to their city of Water’s Edge, the coastline smelling salty. “Meanies.” Krest ran away, trying to go as fast as he could. “Also, Sir Igor is cooler than Ser Krest.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Next time we’ll play Oblivion and I’ll be the Champion and Adius you can be Kavius, and Krest you’ll be Martin the bad guy.” Adius and Aia laughed in unison. “Yeah, yeah,” dismissed Aia, “go change, you’re all dirty. “I’m gonna be the next great hero, just like Tiber Septim and Ser Krest!” Just you wait, I’m gonna be Dragonborn like him one day!” Krest pumped his fist into the air. “I wanna be Tiber Septim! You play the evil, ancient Elf!” “No fair! You always play Tiber Septim!” Shouted Adius, shaking mud off his trousers. Krest hopped in between them, splashing mud everywhere as he landed smack in the middle of a puddle. “Also, is it true you’re moving to Sutch, Addie?” “Okay what game next?” Asked the neighbor’s girl, Aia. He was a kid again, chasing after them, the breeze flowing through his hair. He ran down a hill in the southeastern countryside of Cyrodiil, giggling and laughing. Krest saw kites being raised against the wind as they flew highest against the current, not with it. The sky seemed as if the gods had painted with strokes of white over a blue canvas. Loading Screen… Hrothgar is a city on the Throat of the World, the highest city in the world, the heart of Skyrim… Suicidal Neurosis - Quest 20: Jattewood | Fandom Quest 20: Jattewood 💛 Summary: What If Lorkhan…
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