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Fall from High Rock	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 4940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
7: Reliving the Past
�Edwinna?� asked Alyssa, sitting up
suddenly in the night.� She felt as though she were not alone in the dark
room.� Something about the air did not seem right.� The night seemed colder
than usual.� Something was wrong.� She tried to shake the feeling and lie down
once more.
Just as she did two red eyes opened
above her.� She tried to scream but a blade pierced her throat, drawing blood
as it slid across her neck.� In a panic she rolled away, hitting against her
attacker as she reached out blindly for the healing potions she had made
earlier.� She covered her dripping throat with one hand to stop the gushing of
blood as she tried to bring a potion to her lips with the other, spilling it
over the front of her body.� Some of the fluid poured over her wound, and it
started to heal.� She crawled away hurriedly as she felt the bleeding stop and
opened another potion to drink even as she became dizzy from the loss of blood.
�HELP!� she cried again, but her
cry gave away her position in the dark.� Just as her attacker moved in a second
time, ready for the quick kill, a bolt of lightning flashed through the door,
illuminating the room in an eerie glow and knocking the figure back as a second
volley of lightning flashed through the air.� She caught a glimpse of eerie
black armor as she looked back to see Edwinna, her hair wild as lightning
poured from her fingertips.
�Get behind me!� she yelled, and
Alyssa scrambled to obey, grabbing another potion as she did and chugging it,
feeling her strength return by the second.� With a word from the mage an eerie
flash sounded and a huge dremora stepped through a portal which suddenly opened
in the room, seemingly materializing in midair.� Alyssa gasped in shock at the
scarred face and red splattered black armor of the creature looming before her,
but before she could panic further the dremora turned away from her and drew
his sword on the hooded figure who had attacked her.� A third round of
lightning followed and with a few swings of his massive sword the dremora cut
the man down, finishing him off for good.� He turned towards the two women, his
red eyes unreadable, and bowed slightly before vanishing once again into the
depths of Oblivion.
�Are you alright?� asked Edwinna,
just as footsteps sounded behind her.
�Have we been attacked?� asked
Orrent, stretching his arms as though he had just woken up.� He looked
unconcerned.
�Stop!� sounded a voice from behind
as the guild members turned around to face another hooded figure.� Edwinna
crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows at him.
�I have here a writ for the
honorable execution of Movis Darys according to the ancient laws of the Morag
Tong,� the figure continued.� A gasp escaped from Vala�s lips.
�No!� You must be wrong!� He is
just a poor student here!� I�ve taken him under my wing to teach him to read
and write, and learn the ways of the empire!� cried Vala.
�He�s deceived you.� He is a member
of the Dark Brotherhood and has resisted all attempts to change his ways.� He
could turn on you at any moment,� the voice replied.� A laugh escaped Edwinna�s
lips.
�Perhaps then we�d best see who it
is we have lying dead here,� Edwinna grinned, �It�s been a while since I�ve
seen any of the Night Mother�s agents, but the armor he�s wearing looks like
Dark Brotherhood garb to me.�� She took a step back as the hooded figure
advanced into Alyssa�s room, examining the corpse which now lay on the floor as
he nodded.
�Definitely the Brotherhood,� he
murmured.� He reached down to pull the mask from the man�s head and a gasp filled
the room as a familiar mohawked head emerged, the face covered in menacing
tattoos and several piercings.
�No!� It can�t be!� gasped Vala,
�He was making such good progress!�
�It seems he�d have killed you in
your sleep,� responded the figure, �This is why I have a writ for his honorable
execution according to our ancient code.�
�It seems you�re a little late,�
said Edwinna, �I cut him down myself just before you arrived.� I never expected
to see a Dark Brotherhood agent out here in the ashlands, but then I suppose it
was predictable.� They slaughtered the rest of my family back in High Rock, and
we still have no idea what it was that provoked them.� My little sister here
fled the mainland in secrecy to escape them � it seems that we�ve been having a
streak of bad luck as of late.�
�You have done us all a great
service,� the man replied, �Rest assured we will do our best to ensure that the
Dark Brotherhood is purged from this land once and for all.�� The man bowed
deeply before departing, and Alyssa caught the glint of red eyes flashing from
underneath the robe.
�Humph.� Now someone is going to
have to clean up this mess,� Edwinna complained.� Heem-La moved in to drag the
still-warm corpse from the room, and the guild�s Dunmer maid hurried in and
bent down on her hands and knees to scrub the blood from the floor.� Alyssa
touched her healed neck, realizing that not all of the blood staining the floor
of the guild had come from the body of the slain assassin.� Once again she had
only just escaped from the jaws of death.� If her sister had been a second
later� or if she hadn�t made all those potions earlier� Alyssa shuddered.�
Still, she had managed once again to escape with her life.� She wondered if her
constant brushes with death as of late would be considered very lucky, or very
unlucky.� Her heart dropped as she wondered if she would ever really be safe.�
Having to watch her back everywhere she went was really taking its toll on the
girl; she was jumping at shadows.
�You�d best come in here and stay
with me tonight if you want to get any sleep,� said Edwinna.� Alyssa couldn�t
argue with that and scrambled into her sister�s bed, pulling the sheets up high
over her head.
~*~
Anarenen crossed his arms as he
leaned against the open doorframe, watching the two sisters sleep.� Alyssa lay
curled in Edwinna�s arms, her head tucked to her chest as both of them breathed
deeply.� The morning light was just beginning to filter through the windows
high above the lower balcony where the bedrooms were located, and the maid was
just starting to light the candles on the lower level.� The candles cast a soft
wavering light over the sleeping faces.� Their auburn brown hair mixed against
the pillow in waves making it difficult to distinguish between the two.� So
alike were the two girls; yet so different.
Anarenen remembered his first
impression of Alyssa.� The girl had initially disturbed him by her uncanny
resemblance to Edwinna.� He felt he knew every inch of her upon meeting her,
and did not feel that this should rightly be so.� When he heard that the two
were sisters, the realization sunk in even further that such thoughts were
completely inappropriate, and he had avoided her completely on her first day at
the guild.� Edwinna had never mentioned any family to him, nor uttered a word
regarding their unfortunate fate.� In a way this stung him much more than
Alyssa�s sudden presence in all of their lives.� She seemed so innocent.� It
caused a strange feeling of protectiveness in him.� He wondered if Edwinna had
ever been like Alyssa in this way.� The older sister appeared so much stronger
than the younger, yet in a way they were both strong, and both innocent.�
Perhaps it was Edwinna�s obvious love of Alyssa, and the protectiveness Alyssa
brought out in her older sister that had rubbed off on Anarenen.
A smile came to his lips as he
remembered that night long ago when he had stopped over in Ald�ruhn for �just a
few days� to collect trama root and hunt cliff racers.� The Breton headmistress
had been very busy organizing an expedition to send to some newly unearthed
Dwemer ruins, and had been very flustered getting the proper permits together.�
Her mood had only worsened when one of the team members quit, leaving her short
handed as she sent out messages to every corner of Vvardenfell looking for a
replacement.� He watched her between his visits out to the ashlands, and found
her wild hair and fiery passion for her intellectual pursuits to be as
stimulating as her smooth skin, delicate features, and cultured mannerisms.� It
was rare to see one so young and beautiful, so willful and dedicated so
completely to a cause, especially one which might never yield satisfying answers
to all of her questions.
�How frustrating the life of
academia must be,� he thought.
One night he returned to find her
hunched over her paperwork, scribbling frantically with one hand while the
other twirled and tugged at a strand of hair that had come loose from her messy
attempt at putting it up in a silver clasp.� She looked lovely to him, even in
all her disarray.� As he quietly walked over to sort out his collection, he was
surprised when he glanced up and saw she had paused and was watching him
intently.� She quickly looked back down at her work and went back to twirling
the quill she was carrying.� But the brief glance had been all the
encouragement he needed.� He smiled as he finished sorting through his bag and
tied it up, setting it against a wall in the corner.
�You look stressed,� he said.
�That�s an understatement,� she
replied, looking frustrated.
�Is there anything I can do to
help?� he offered.
�Not unless there is some sort of
magic potion you can whip up that will fix all of this,� she sighed, turning
back to her work.� A moment later she looked up again, but seeing that his
pleasant gaze still followed her she quickly turned back to her work,
pretending not to notice.
�Hmm� I may have something like
that�� he smiled softly.
Seeing that Edwinna was now tapping
the quill as though unsure what to write, he walked up behind her and put first
one hand, then the other, on her small shoulders.� The tapping stopped, and he
wondered if he was doing the right thing.� A slight tinge of fear coursed
through him as he realized the young woman could probably incinerate him where
he stood.� But she made no move to stop him.� Gently, he began to massage her
shoulders, surprised by the amount of tension she held there, working down her
spine and up to her neck, silent all the while.� She sat rigid for a few
moments, as though unsure of what was happening.� But a few moments more and
she dropped her guard, relaxing into his arms.� She dropped the quill from her
fingers, letting it fall to the ground, and leaned her head back against him.�
His heart jumped at this small movement, and he inhaled sharply as he continued
to work to unwind her shoulders with his strong diligent fingers.� She closed
her eyes, breathing deeply as she let him support her weight against his body,
her lips parting ever so slightly with each breath.� As he looked down at her,
he felt suddenly dizzy.� The plain simple robe she wore made the curves
concealed underneath it all the more tempting.� The great scholar, the famous
Edwinna Elbert, felt soft and supple in his arms.� His heart beat faster as he
felt a swelling rise between his legs, but he took a deep breath to calm
himself down.� It was not yet time for that.� He bent down slowly, still
supporting her weight against him, and kissed the soft auburn hair atop her
head.� A small fleeting smile crossed her lips, and he felt as though he would
faint. �He knelt in closer.
�This may be more comfortable on a
softer surface,� he suggested, lowering his voice to a whisper.� For a moment,
she opened her eyes in surprise looking around her as though waken from a
dream.
�I won�t do anything you don�t want
me to,� he promised softly in her ear, her loose hair tickling his lips.�
Obviously she had not been expecting this turn of events.� Anarenen�s hands
paused on her shoulders, fearful that he had misjudged the situation.� Taking a
deep breath, Edwinna cast her eyes downward and managed a little nod as she
tentatively leaned against him once more.� Anarenen smiled in relief, running
his hands down her smooth shoulders as he took her delicate chin in his hand to
turn her towards him.� Her eyes met his, and for a moment lingered there with a
look of awe mixed with a hint of apprehension.� His eyes ran down to her soft
lips and he saw that she was breathing heavily.� Her lower lip quivered as he
brought her closer, closing his eyes as his golden lips brushed against hers.�
He kissed her deeply, ignoring the hints of ash that covered them both, and
moved his hand behind her head to unhook her hair, letting it fall free around
her shoulders. She let out a small gasp.
�Are you alright?� he asked softly,
pulling ever so slightly away.� She nodded more quickly this time, looking deep
into his eyes as she took a deep breath and moved forward to kiss him tenderly
once again, her little tongue pressing ever so softly between his lips.� He
felt the swelling in his loins once again, but this time did little to stop it,
letting the throbbing under his robes intensify as his heart raced.� Reaching
under her, he scooped her up into his arms as they continued kissing and
carried her up the stairs towards her bedroom overlooking the balcony.� When he
set her down on her large bed, she was trembling, her breath deep and her eyes
wide.� After closing the door and lighting a candle by her bedside, he stroked
her tenderly, massaging her tight body in an effort to get her to relax.� Her
full, round breasts rose and fell under her loose robe with every deep breath
she took.� Stroking her neck, Anarenen leaned in to kiss her.� He slid his hand
behind her back to loosen her robe, feeling her heart beat faster as he did
so.� As he slid the robe from her shoulders, she gasped, looking up at him
questioningly.
�You are so beautiful.� It�s a
shame that you are ever covered up.� You are the most beautiful woman I�ve ever
laid eyes on,� Anarenen whispered softly, feeling her melt at the words.� And
they were true.� He�d had many experiences with women over the years � Altmer
women mostly, though of course it was virtually impossible not to sleep with
Dunmer women in Morrowind.� Somehow none of them looked nearly as beautiful as
the Breton mage in front of him.� She looked less the frazzled scholar now, and
more the passionate woman, giving in to his every touch.� He needed no one to
tell him that she was inexperienced, her trembling hands and nervous imploring
eyes told him all he needed to know.� She was the first virgin he�d been with,
yet he needed no explanation to determine that she was.� The other women had
always been the aggressors.� They had taken what they wanted from the quiet but
attractive high elf and left early the next morning when they had it.� If
nothing else, his experiences had taught him to please women, and this time he
was grateful for the chance to put his talents to good use.
He spent the entire night with her,
moving slowly and letting her passions build until they were so great that she
was experiencing climax after climax before he even entered her.� He held her
quivering body close to his when it came time to penetrate her, telling her
again how beautiful she was and how arousing her passion was for him.� Her body
was so wet and ready for him when he entered her that she let out only the
faintest cry of pain before her body erupted once again into waves of
pleasure.� He didn�t feel that he would ever get enough of her, yet morning
came and they were both exhausted.
He had been shocked the next day
when she barely spoke to him, conducting interviews throughout the day in
search of a replacement for her team, and turning in to bed early without
saying so much as saying goodnight.� He wondered if he had done something
wrong, but since she didn�t say anything one way or the other to him he began
to wonder if he had dreamed the whole night up.� He collected the last of the
alchemical ingredients he needed from the ashlands the following day.� Sighing,
he sat down for one last night in Ald�ruhn to catalogue them before he left.�
He�d been surprised when he looked up and saw Edwinna standing before him.
�I just wanted to let you know that
I�m going to bed,� she said.
�Oh.� Alright then.� Goodnight,� he
replied, a little confused.� She cleared her throat and shifted her weight
before trying again.
�What I meant was� I was wondering
if you wanted to join me,� she asked, crossing her arms nervously.� He couldn�t
help the smug smile that came to his lips and he chuckled softly to himself
before looking up at the wizardess with a look of pure amusement in his copper
eyes.
��Well� never mind then!� I don�t
know what I was thinking,� she replied hotly as she turned on her heels.
�Wait!� he called, standing up to
catch her arm as she stormed away from him.
�What I meant to say was� I thought
you�d never ask,� he replied with a wink.� She smiled contentedly, and he
followed her up the stairs, choking back another chuckle as he noticed the
shocked look on the faces of Orrent and Erranil who were standing at the top of
the lower stairwell.� They followed the pair with wide eyes and gaping jaws.
�Goodnight!� Edwinna called to
them, shooting an icy glare in their direction as though warning them to mind
their own business.� Anarenen shrugged, unable to wipe the pleased grin from
his face, as he followed her into her quarters.
The second night was as passionate
as the first, and they nearly didn�t get up in time to start the busy day.� As
he was packing to leave the next morning, Edwinna handed Anarenen a letter and
informed him that she had spoken to Archmage Trebonius about her need for a
permanent resident alchemist to help her with her research and that he had been
approved for the position, should he desire to take it.� The wages were good,
quite competitive for the area.� His heart leapt at the news and he leaned down
to embrace her, but she shrugged him off saying that the position had nothing
to do with their personal relations and that she had simply been impressed with
the organization and detail with which he kept his ingredients and lab
running.� He raised his eyebrows at her, crossing his arms in disbelief, but
she insisted that her need for an alchemist was really all there was to the
arrangement and that was that.� She stormed off angrily and he laughed under
his breath as he shook his head.
Laughing now, he shook his head as
he returned to the present and eyed the two sisters sleeping peacefully
together.� Edwinna had opened her eyes, and when she saw Anarenen staring at
her she glared up at him, but the tender smile on the high elf�s face broke her
gaze.� His smile caused the anger on her face to melt and she smiled sweetly in
return.� She moved Alyssa gently to the side so as not to wake her while she
slid silently out of bed.
�Poor thing,� she whispered, �She
told me last night that she didn�t feel like she had anywhere to hide, and I
couldn�t think of what to say in return, because I think it might be true.��
Anarenen looked back at the sleeping girl and sighed with pity.� He wished
there were something he could do to help.
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