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Day 1

Being the Death Child, a goddess, is quite the job. As an underling of sorts to Sithis and the Night Mother, I am the one who goes out and kills whomever I wish, so long as it is under contract.

How I know who to kill is simple - I had built statues of myself in my goddess form in various semi-remote locations throughout Cyrodiil, as a sort of shrine. People write letters to me, saying whom they want dead, and leave them there at a statue with an offering. I will then pick up the letters, read them, kill the specified target, write “It is done” in the blood of the murdered with a white feather, then return the letter to the statue with the feather stained in blood. Sometimes, I will hide nearby and wait for the writer of the letter to come back to see if they had gotten a response. When they come, I will speak to them with my magick making my voice sound like it is coming from everywhere around them. After talking to them for a bit, they walk away with a huge grin on their faces. They had just talked to a goddess, and the goddess had granted their wish of someone being eliminated.

Killing is fun for me. Take away my fun, and you will pay for it in your own blood. Or someone else’s, if I can find someone you care about. You cannot keep a goddess of death locked up for long. Nor can you keep her from killing. Killing is like therapy to me. All of the beautiful red... Oh, the sweet color red. It is a color befitting of those deserving to die. The color that the world cannot be without.

Beheading someone is easier than it looks. Well, at least it is for me. I am strong. I have very powerful weapons and magick. I cannot be bested by anyone, save for the Dread Father Sithis and the Night Mother. But, that is to be expected, as they are my ‘higher ups’, my ‘parents’ if you will. Sithis is, of course, my main ‘parent’ since I am the only one to have ever met him in person. He admires my dedication to killing.

I had just finished speaking to the writer of a letter I had just responded to, and was now terribly bored. For once, I did not have a contract waiting for me. It was oddly... Silent. With a huff, I jumped down from the tree branch I had been sitting on and made my way over to Shadowmere, mounting and cantering off to Cheydinhal.

I did what had to be done - put someone in charge to take care of things while I was gone. I was going to Skyrim. Two hundred years had passed since Martin Septim gave his life to end the war on Oblivion, and I was growing bored since all of the friends I made would die off. I had never been to Skyrim, so I thought it would be a good idea to try going there.

I was minding my own business, walking on my way towards the border. I had let Shadowmere go her own way, since a horse with glowing red eyes with an equally dark looking rider would more than likely not get a very warm welcome. A guard shouted and another one tackled me to the ground, binding my arms in front of me.

“Ye’re under arrest! Damned rebels...” The guard hoisted me up and drug me over to a horse-drawn carriage with other criminals, waiting for their fate. “All right, yer all filled an’ ready t’ head out now.”

With a flick of the reins, the driver began taking us to some unknown place. It only took an hour to get to the Imperial fort of Helgen, where prisoners are held and often don’t come out alive. What confused me the most is that they knew I was an Imperial, yet they captured me and are taking me here to die. I grit my teeth in frustration, wishing I could use my magic to free myself and escape.

“Ye there! Imperial! What is yer name?”

As I walked up towards the guards taking count and roll, I said a prayer to Sithis and the Night Mother that I would somehow make it out of here alive. “I am Elvia, an Imperial from Cyrodiil.”

“All right, then. T’ th’ choppin’ block with ye.”

My stomach twisted and I felt as if I was going to lose the small amount of food I had left in there. I looked to the sky, then down to the ground as I walked to the place of many deaths, lying on my side with my head upon the bloody wooden block.

“Sithis help me,” I muttered under my breath just as an odd, loud, beastly roar could be heard in the near distance.

“What was that..?” A few muttered, looking for the source.

The executioner raised his axe just as the roar came again, and behind him, on the stone tower, landed an utterly massive black dragon. The dragon uttered a strange word, and flaming rocks began to shoot from the sky, the first one hitting the staggering executioner directly.

Sithis had answered my prayers and pleas for help. Thinking quickly, I got up, hands still bound, and looked around at the survivors while the dragon began to breathe fire.

“Get to the other tower! Quickly!!!”

Without hesitation, knowing that I may not be welcome, ran into the tower, adrenaline coursing through my veins and making everything more vivid and giving me more energy and alertness. I was breathing a tad heavily, but that was to be expected. “Dragons,” I muttered. “I thought they were only in legends, and were banished hundreds of years ago?”

The guard that had shouted to get in the tower nodded, heading up the twisting stairs. “At least, that is what the legends say. Hurry, get to the roof. We can get a clear shot at the dragon up there.”

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, only for the dragon to burst its head through the wall, breathing fire into the tower and blocking the stairs.

“Jump to the house!”
I did not hesitate to jump over to the house, leaping from the hole left by the dragon in the tower wall, down to the house not far below, whose roof had been torn off by the dragon as well. I hurried into the house, looking through a gap in the roof in awe at the dragon. I could not believe that they were real, and that one had just saved me from being executed. But, as I have learned, things are not always as they may seem. There was obviously something more to it than this dragon just waking up from its slumber, hungry for humans or whatnot. There was a reason why this dragon had returned, and I am sure that I will be the one to find out why.

Description
Day 1

Being the Death Child, a goddess, is quite the job. As an underling of sorts to Sithis and the Night Mother, I am the one who goes out and kills whomever I wish, so long as it is under contract.

How I know who to kill is simple - I had built statues of myself in my goddess form in various semi-remote locations throughout Cyrodiil, as a sort of shrine. People write letters to me, saying whom they want dead, and leave them there at a statue with an offering. I will then pick up the letters, read them, kill the specified target, write “It is done” in the blood of the murdered with a white feather, then return the letter to the statue with the feather stained in blood. Sometimes, I will hide nearby and wait for the writer of the letter to come back to see if they had gotten a response. When they come, I will speak to them with my magick making my voice sound like it is coming from everywhere around them. After talking to them for a bit, they walk away with a huge grin on their faces. They had just talked to a goddess, and the goddess had granted their wish of someone being eliminated.

Killing is fun for me. Take away my fun, and you will pay for it in your own blood. Or someone else’s, if I can find someone you care about. You cannot keep a goddess of death locked up for long. Nor can you keep her from killing. Killing is like therapy to me. All of the beautiful red... Oh, the sweet color red. It is a color befitting of those deserving to die. The color that the world cannot be without.

Beheading someone is easier than it looks. Well, at least it is for me. I am strong. I have very powerful weapons and magick. I cannot be bested by anyone, save for the Dread Father Sithis and the Night Mother. But, that is to be expected, as they are my ‘higher ups’, my ‘parents’ if you will. Sithis is, of course, my main ‘parent’ since I am the only one to have ever met him in person. He admires my dedication to killing.

I had just finished speaking to the writer of a letter I had just responded to, and was now terribly bored. For once, I did not have a contract waiting for me. It was oddly... Silent. With a huff, I jumped down from the tree branch I had been sitting on and made my way over to Shadowmere, mounting and cantering off to Cheydinhal.

I did what had to be done - put someone in charge to take care of things while I was gone. I was going to Skyrim. Two hundred years had passed since Martin Septim gave his life to end the war on Oblivion, and I was growing bored since all of the friends I made would die off. I had never been to Skyrim, so I thought it would be a good idea to try going there.

I was minding my own business, walking on my way towards the border. I had let Shadowmere go her own way, since a horse with glowing red eyes with an equally dark looking rider would more than likely not get a very warm welcome. A guard shouted and another one tackled me to the ground, binding my arms in front of me.

“Ye’re under arrest! Damned rebels...” The guard hoisted me up and drug me over to a horse-drawn carriage with other criminals, waiting for their fate. “All right, yer all filled an’ ready t’ head out now.”

With a flick of the reins, the driver began taking us to some unknown place. It only took an hour to get to the Imperial fort of Helgen, where prisoners are held and often don’t come out alive. What confused me the most is that they knew I was an Imperial, yet they captured me and are taking me here to die. I grit my teeth in frustration, wishing I could use my magic to free myself and escape.

“Ye there! Imperial! What is yer name?”

As I walked up towards the guards taking count and roll, I said a prayer to Sithis and the Night Mother that I would somehow make it out of here alive. “I am Elvia, an Imperial from Cyrodiil.”

“All right, then. T’ th’ choppin’ block with ye.”

My stomach twisted and I felt as if I was going to lose the small amount of food I had left in there. I looked to the sky, then down to the ground as I walked to the place of many deaths, lying on my side with my head upon the bloody wooden block.

“Sithis help me,” I muttered under my breath just as an odd, loud, beastly roar could be heard in the near distance.

“What was that..?” A few muttered, looking for the source.

The executioner raised his axe just as the roar came again, and behind him, on the stone tower, landed an utterly massive black dragon. The dragon uttered a strange word, and flaming rocks began to shoot from the sky, the first one hitting the staggering executioner directly.

Sithis had answered my prayers and pleas for help. Thinking quickly, I got up, hands still bound, and looked around at the survivors while the dragon began to breathe fire.

“Get to the other tower! Quickly!!!”

Without hesitation, knowing that I may not be welcome, ran into the tower, adrenaline coursing through my veins and making everything more vivid and giving me more energy and alertness. I was breathing a tad heavily, but that was to be expected. “Dragons,” I muttered. “I thought they were only in legends, and were banished hundreds of years ago?”

The guard that had shouted to get in the tower nodded, heading up the twisting stairs. “At least, that is what the legends say. Hurry, get to the roof. We can get a clear shot at the dragon up there.”

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, only for the dragon to burst its head through the wall, breathing fire into the tower and blocking the stairs.

“Jump to the house!”
I did not hesitate to jump over to the house, leaping from the hole left by the dragon in the tower wall, down to the house not far below, whose roof had been torn off by the dragon as well. I hurried into the house, looking through a gap in the roof in awe at the dragon. I could not believe that they were real, and that one had just saved me from being executed. But, as I have learned, things are not always as they may seem. There was obviously something more to it than this dragon just waking up from its slumber, hungry for humans or whatnot. There was a reason why this dragon had returned, and I am sure that I will be the one to find out why.