Skyrim Fanfiction Part 3

Skyrim fanfiction pt.3 Silver-Hand by B. Sparks
CHAPTER ONE
Farkus was a werewolf, he had just killed all of the Silver-Hand, and he was staring hard at Jahel. She had never felt her heart squeeze so hard in fear, felt her adrenaline rushing through her veins so quickly.
It was causing her vampire blood to boil, she knew now that she had never been so close to her mother’s kind. Everything else she had experienced had just a taste of what she could become if she allowed it. Her concerns though were focused on the werewolf in front of her now. It wasn’t very common for their kind to have full control of themselves when in their true form.
Jahel leaned down closer to the stone floor, knowing her wound would be the first thing he would go for. Jahel’s eyes locked on him and she gritted her teeth hard worried that Farkus wouldn’t recognize her.
“Farkus, do you understand me?” she asked cautiously turning her blade in her hand.
The werewolf’s massive head nodded slowly brown eyes locked on her movements.
Farkus was very aware of himself in his current state. Even if he wasn’t usually, he was sure that he would recognize her even in the worst of situations. Farkus slowly walked over to her on his hind legs his eyes on the sword she carried. He didn’t want to spook her into acting out against him.
Farkus stepped closer to her then crouched down to examine her leg carefully, looking to the wound. He had to admit he was out of his league on how to help her with it. To be honest, he was worried about all the blood she had lost already.
“I know magic so don’t worry I can fix it. I can’t replace the blood though that will occur naturally.” She assured him with a slight smile.
Farkus whined audibly as she placed her shield on the ground beside her. She held her hand over the wound on her leg. Farkus had never watched magic used up close and as her hand started to glow a bright yellow color he could see the blood stop flowing. He could see the skin begin to heal itself as the gash in her skin reknit to together.
It didn’t get rid of the blood she was covered in or get rid of the wound completely it healed into an angry pink scar. It was a moment before the pained look left her face and she slowly stood up.
She turned to look up at Farkus who stepped forward slowly her eyes cautious. Jahel lifted her hand to touch his large canine head as he locked his eyes with hers. At the same time he didn’t want to take his eyes off of her, this was the closest they had ever been.
“I guess we both had a secret that we didn’t trust the other with,” She said with a sad smile. “I think I’m the only one that has more than one though. I can understand why you didn’t trust me with this.”
Farkus looked at her curiously but then she smiled at him even though he could read the sadness in her eyes. He wanted to hear more of the secrets that she was keeping from him. He could see that she understood that better than she was letting on.
“I’ll tell you about it later I think when we get back to the hold.” Jahel said with a frown at him.
Farkus nodded his head slowly and then he started walking back towards the path they needed to take. Jahel would have followed him but he waved her off with a slight swipe of his clawed hand, she stayed far from the other entrance.
Jahel was waiting for him by the stairs, worried that he would come out to attack her, or that more of the Silver-hand would come after them. Jahel noticed when Farkus came out of the other doorway and he was redressing in his armor. She saw a slight amused look on his face but she could also see that he was a little worried about her.
“Ready to go get the piece of Wuuthrad?” she asked him coming down the stairs.
“You’re not afraid of me?” Farkus asked curiously.
Jahel paused to look at him as if examining him closely and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“You won’t be able to change at least for another day and I don’t think even then you’d want to hurt me. Would you?” Jahel asked lifting her chin.
“I would never want to hurt you Jahel even as a beast.” Farkus said voice serious.
“Then no, I am far from being afraid of you.”
“Alright, then shall we continue?” Farkus asked extending his hand with a smile.
Jahel grasped his forearm and nodded her head which was a traditional elf handshake.
The two progressed through the Cairn and made their way to the inner tomb that had remained untouched for hundreds of years. It would be full of draugr and they didn’t know what else would be inside the tomb.
The two Companions made their way through the tomb and eventually found the pieces they were looking for within. They encountered frostbite spiders, along with the draugr that were inside the passages. They found the sanctum that housed most of the ancient dead. It was there they found the ancient pieces of the weapon and they had to fight with a Death Overlord to retrieve the prize.
The way out was easier than the way in. Thanks to a secret passage that lead to the entrance without resistance.
They retrieved their things upon arriving outside and started on their way back home. The two didn’t want to be there when more of the Silver-Hand showed up to find out what happened to the other warriors. It also would get them home a lot sooner which was something Jahel wanted badly.
It also gave Farkus the chance to ask her a few questions.
“So since we’re more trusting of each other now, what did you mean when you said you had secrets?” Farkus asked with hesitance.
“Well, you already know that I was from the Rift and to be successful there then I was most likely a thief.” Jahel said “Or at least I know it crossed your mind that I did it. Well I was a member of the Thieves Guild.”
“Can I ask why?” Farkus asked disappointed by her confession.
“Because I owed them or at least I owed one of them.” she replied with a smile.
“Do you still owe them money?” Farkus asked softly.
“It wasn’t money I owed them and no I was released from my debt to them a few months before we met.”
“Why did you owe them?”
Jahel was silent for a moment in quiet reflection her eyes locked ahead of them. The area was silent and it appeared they were very much alone it didn’t seem to set her at ease. She sighed deeply before looking towards him.
“Farkus, I’m not really comfortable telling you why I owed them at this time. Alright?” she said completely serious.
Farkus seemed to think really hard about what she said before he nodded his head slowly.
“Alright and I won’t tell the others that you were a thief.”
“Thank you.”
It was during the silence between them that he noticed Jahel getting paler. She was wavering on her feet and seemed to be having a hard time of keeping up. It was when she lost her balance that he grew worried for her. Jahel had lost her footing on otherwise flat ground.
“Are you alright?” Farkus asked with concern.
“I just need to stop for a while or I won’t make it back to Whiterun.” She said in a slight whisper.
“I know a place it’s not far do you think you can make it?” Farkus asked.
Jahel shook her head slowly eyes closed tight saying “I don’t think I can stand, too dizzy.”
“Alright then do you trust me?” Farkus asked getting on eye level with her.
Jahel looked right at him and she had a chill go down her back as she remembered his werewolf form. She didn’t really have a choice in the matter as far as she was concerned now, it was trust him or probably die here. Jahel nodded her head slowly working hard to keep her calm demeanor in place.
He kept his movements slow because he knew she would be watching for any sign of threats towards her. He put one arm around her back while he slid the other one under her knees lifting her into his arms. Farkus moved slowly as he lifted her against his muscled chest and she cautiously slid her arms around his neck. Farkus was surprised by the fact that as soon as she was against his chest she leaned her head onto his shoulder.
Farkus carried her in his arms towards the burned out building that had once been a home before the marauders had come through years ago. He knew that the building would at least hold the two over till morning when he hoped she would be feeling better.
He had a few potions in his bag that he hoped would help her out.
The two reached the building and he was surprised by the fact that she was already passed out on their arrival.
CHAPTER TWO
Jahel awoke laying on one of the two bedrolls that they had carried with them on the quest. She rolled slowly onto her side to take in her surroundings. She saw a potion bottle laid on the ground beside her along with a note leaning against it.
Jahel,
If you awake before I return don’t worry I’m nearby and
Will hear you call out if you need me. Drink the potion I’ve
left for you.
Please don’t come looking for me, you’re in no state for
Travel right now. I’ll return to you soon.
Farkus
Jahel read the note and looked around a little worried about being left alone in the dark. It was night out and she had no idea where she was, it worried her. Jahel took the bottle and pulled out the cork putting the mouth of the bottle to her pale blue lips. She recognized the taste of the health potions brewed specially by the mages in the Imperial City.
She hated the taste of the potions but they were better for the body then the healing magic that she used on herself. The magic was good for the outer body but the potions healed the inner body.
Jahel propped herself up on her elbow and looked around the small fallen down building. She slowly stood up on her slightly shaky legs and started walking around the area.
The building was a charred wooden structure with an old rugged stone fireplace that had a small fire burning down inside of it. Jahel walked around till she came to the edge of the wall that was the last of the building. She looked out into the night scanning around for Farkus.
She still felt a chill even though the night wasn’t cold and she gritted her teeth against it. She could feel eyes on her and she knew someone was out there watching her. She didn’t know if they were waiting for her or if they were waiting for Farkus, she was sick just thinking about it though.
“I told you to stay in bed till I returned,” Farkus said from behind her, startling her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Jahel didn’t say anything she simply looked out towards where she thought she could be watched from. She could feel someone out there, she couldn’t see them, couldn’t hear them but nevertheless they were there. Watching and waiting.
“What is it?” Farkus asked following her look.
“I think there is someone out there watching us. Can you see anything?” she asked softly.
Farkus looked around their area slowly trying hard to see what could be out there. He had a certain boost to his sense thanks to his beast blood but he couldn’t see anything right now.
“Do you see someone or something out there?” Farkus asked.
“I don’t see anything but it feels like we’re being watched. Maybe I’m imagining it but it just feels wrong.”
They stood silently for a few minutes before Farkus reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder pulling her back. She followed him inside and he turned her around till she was facing him.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Farkus that she allowed him to touch her without pulling away from him after. He was sure that she was starting to trust him now, which was one of the reasons for the quest into the Cairn. It was all about trust, honor, and loyalty with the Companions.
Farkus looked at Jahel and was again struck by her looks. She had her copper colored hair pulled into a tight bun making her look more severe than she actually was, most of the time. Her skin which was usually a gray blue color was paler after her blood loss and it made her look more like a vampire. Her red eyes didn’t help with the vampire look.
She was beautiful in her own way. Not like the nord women of Skyrim or like the barmaids in the towns. She had a dark beauty that could only have come from her dunmer heritage.
“You’re beautiful.” Farkus blurted, blushing slightly.
Jahel’s face registered surprise as he blushed. She didn’t expect him or anyone to say such things to her she wasn’t the kind of woman that needed to hear it.
“Thank you, Farkus. You’re not so bad yourself although I’m not really at my best right now I’m afraid.” She said with a slight chuckle that was almost embarrassed.
“I don’t know why I said that out loud.” He admitted.
“Because you were thinking it?” she asked smiling.
Farkus shifted uncomfortably as she looked at him. He could see amusement in her eyes and something else. He was almost sure that she was curious about his answers.
“I…..was thinking about how beautiful you are.” Farkus admitted eyes downcast from her.
“Do I really look that beautiful?” Jahel asked head tilting her head slightly.
Farkus wanted to say more but then he stopped himself. Words couldn’t exactly express what he wanted to say to her but he knew what could. He had always been a man of action and he firmly believed that a man’s actions spoke louder than a man’s words.
Farkus reached forward touching his hand gently against her cheek and he saw her eyes register surprise at his gentle touch. Farkus leaned forward keeping his eyes locked with her eyes. Farkus pressed his lips to hers’ as he ran his arms around her waist. He felt how rigid her body was until he touched her gently.
He felt her hand pressed flat to his chest and he knew what she was doing, she wanted to control the situation.