Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-5583506-20150811005420

(Approved, Sith.)

"Is she... Is she...?"

"I do believe so", said a voice with a deep sigh. "It's a shame. She looks pretty."

"What do you think it was that killed her?"

"The cold most likely. Like everything else it has taken."

She didn't understand what was happening. Was this Aetherius? Who were the voices belonging to? Why couldn't she see anything?

"Nothing of value here though", lamented one of the two voices. "I guess that was to be expected. This looks like a regular cabin for hunters and trappers. And they aren't exactly the wealthiest types around."

Why can't I move?

"Well, just grab anything then. I want to get as far south as humanly possible. I heard from a Khajiiti trader that the snow has yet to hit Elsweyr. If we continue south-east from here, we oughta be there within the next month."

"Yeah, I am with you", said the voice closest to her bed. She suddenly felt a hand gently sweeping over her eyes, shutting her eyelids. "Sweet dreams, girl", said the voice. "And do forgive us."

She heard them going through her belongings, but she was unable to do anything. Was this all just a part of some hallucination she had before dying? Was this some sort of purgatory? Why couldn't she move? Or see? Where was Artik?

As she heard the footsteps heading out the cabin, she felt how one of the two men froze up and looked back at her. "Oh, and whatever you do, sweetie... don't wake up... The Gods have forsaken us all..."

And with those words he left...

She couldn't tell how much time went by. But somehow she managed to feel a familiar sensation in her fingers again. They moved! What was this? She tried to open her eyes. It worked! She could see again!

She gasped out and sat up in bed, coughing out the remainder of solidified blood in her moth. She clutched her hand to her chest, expecting to feel the familiar pain she experienced each time after coughing. Yet there was nothing... No pain... Nothing at all...

She looked down on herself. She felt so light. In truth she hadn't felt this relieved in months. It felt as if though the illness had entirely left her body. But she knew that it couldn't be true. Blood Lung didn't simply heal by itself. Had everything she had experienced with Blood Lung been nothing but a nightmare? Hardly...

There was no denying it. She was... or at least had been dead. How and for how long, she couldn't tell. As she looked out the window light snow had begun to fall. It was no longer midnight and Artik had left the cabin.

''Artik! ''she reminded herself.

She stumbled out of bed, collapsing on the floor with a thud. Even though she felt completely rejuvenated she had forgotten what it felt like to be standing upon two feet without getting dizzy or weak.

She quickly dressed in her fur armor and wrapped her brown cloak around her shoulders before grabbing her bow. She had not time to speculate on the matter of why she had returned. Right now she had to find Artik. She had to let him know of this miracle and never again would they have to be separated.

Artik had been devastated over Evelyn's death, lumbering his way down the mountains of the Reach. He wanted to find himself somewhere peaceful where he could stay and sleep his sorrows away. What would he do with his life now? Even if mistress Evelyn had taught him how to track and capture his own dinner, it was little purpose in doing so without her.

He eventually managed to find himself a cave entrance. It looked uninhabited enough, but upon closer inspection he froze up as he became aware of two creatures, looking very similar to that of his late mistress. Although these two were both taller and had more pointy ears. He stood quietly and observed them under silence at the entrance of the cave.