Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-25038310-20150301165625

((D: No! Anna!!! Jack never got the chancto apologize!))

The ritual took hours and hours until the sunset, as the sun dissapeared behind the mountains of Skyrim. Night was coming, day was going. The blackfire was the brightest when it was night.

8 figures appeared, trudging through the snow. Most of them were clad in black lightweigth ebony and casual grey assassin armor. One however, was wearing a brown trenchcoat and hood, and his face was concealed by a leather bandana.

The figures slowly approached Anna, forming a circle around her body. The figure clad in brown kneeled by her and took her dead body, while a few Masked-Eyes were digging a small grave. Jack waited patiently for them to finish, all the while holding Ice-Eye in his hands. He looked at her face for a while, expecting her eyes to open up any moment now.

Unfortunately, he knew it wasn't going to happen. Even though something deep inside him was convinced of it.

And?

''Come on now, Anna. We just found you. We have some priests to kill.''

Anna?

Oh god, Anna.

''Please.. I didn't ge the chance to apologize..''

Jack sniffed. He was gritting his teeth, although that was hard to see under the leather that covered his face.

Oh Anna, I'm so sorry-..

Jack layed the body down softly in the grave. Slowly. Even though he knew she was gone, he just expected that she would open her eyes again, jump up, and live.

He always had the habit of looting bodies, but he didn't. He didn't want the possible septims, or gems that were in the pockets of her robes. He wanted her again, alive.

He looked down at Anna, as the grave was slowly filling up with dirt. As the last heap of snow filled it, he smiled.

It was a forced smile. Perhaps he could fool himself that he wasn't sad, but happy or peaceful. That this never happened. His smile however, ended up in his norrmal blank look.

The two Masked-Eyes stepped away from the grave and joined the other five that stood away from the scene, a dozen meters away.

Jack stood there for a few minutes as snow blew in his face. Staring at nothing. Staring at the snow on the ground that covered the body below it.

''I'm so sorry Anna. For everything bad I've ever done.. Leaving you alone for these damn masks that turned out to be worthless in the end.''

He turned his back on her, as he slowly walked away, leaving footprints in the snow. He didn't look back. I'm sorry.