Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-5583506-20150928003506

It knocked on the door. Cat put away the broomstick and sighed. She imagined it to be Pierre, already returning with his face bruised and battered from the multiple blows he had taken. She was no healer. She could pull healing potions and otherwise from her mind, but if the damage was too severe, she doubted that even magic beyound her abilities wouldn't be able to aid him.

"I will get it", she said to the Khajiit who leaned over the table.

But as she opened the door she quickly became aware of the fact that it wasn't Pierre at all who had found his way back up to their little cabin on the mountainside. It was another Breton. He appeared to be... handsome... in a noble sense of fashion. While Pierre had the more rough and wild attractive look, this man looked... regal... as if he was of royal blood. He had tousled, raven black hair and a pair of silvery blue eyes. His face was smooth-shaved and clean, not bearing a single scar of harsh experiences. He dressed in an ordinary fashion. Just a common black robe and a cloak, nothing to fancy about it in contrast to his otherwise charming exterior.

"Who... who are you?" asked Cat and raised an eyebrow. "No one besides us knows how to find this cabin."

The man's eyes were completely fixed on her, examining her from top to toe. It made her feel rather uncomfortable. "My name... is not important at this point. What is important is why I am here..."

Cat cocked her head. The man's voice was soft, yet there was a stern and demanding tone in it; a voice of authority. A voice of a king...

"And... why are you here?" she asked, unsure of where the conversation was going.

"I have come for you", he said. "I have dreamt about you. I dreamed about you years before you even existed. And now..." His gaze settled on her ample bosom, causing her to shy back into the cabin. "Look at you", he said softly. "A fully grown woman. My beloved queen. My... sister..."

Cat shot her eyes open. She knew there had been a familiarity with this man from somewhere before. It was the man from her nightmare! Another child of Vaermina... Whatever he wanted from her she had no intention of giving it to him.

"Go away!" she warned him and readied herself to shut the door. "Or else I will enter your mind and..."

"Do what?" he retorted, never breaking his soft and still persona. "I have years of experience on you, little sister. Warning your future king and husband with such vague threats would do nothing to improve the love I bear for you."

"Well, you can keep it!" she growled. "Get the hell away from me!"

The man's gaze darkened, but his voice never broke character. "Don't make me mad, little sister. If you won't give in to me by free will, I have no choice but to alter our relationship, just to make our destiny come to truth."

"And how do you attempt to alter it?!"

"Let me show you..."

Rikki had heard the commotion out in the hallway, but hadn't thought much of it until she heard Cat's piercing shriek of fear. The Breton woman had collapsed unconscious and completely blank to the floor with an expression of sheer terror frozen in her face.

"CAT!" yelled the Khajiit as she watched the mysterious strange enter the house and wrap his black cloak around Cat.

The man shot a glare at the approaching Khajiit and all of a sudden they were gone in a flash. But Rikki was no fool. She could immediately tell that whoever that man had been, it certainly must have been the same man Cat had told her about. The man from her dreams. Her half-sibling. A child of Vaermina. Even though it took her mind some time to process the fact that Cat and the man had disappeared before her very eyes, she knew that wasn't the case. They were still there. The man had simply created an illusion for Rikki to make it appear as if they had been spirited away before she had a chance to act. But there was nothing for her to do. Trapped inside this illusion she could neither see nor hear them, even though nothing else within this fictional world had changed from reality. The cabin was still the same and so was the exterior world.

She knew immediately what she had to do though. She ran out from the door and along the snowy cliffsides, heading for Whiterun, the only place she could imagine that Pierre had gone off to...