Eyes on the Future: 5. Impact

Farkas looked as if he wanted to scream as he kicked the door shut, frustration and fury struggling in his expression. I sat down at the edge of the bed and started to unbuckle my armour. He spun around. “Why, Qhouri? Why can’t he just… stop being an ass?” The question was so absurd, and…

Eyes on the Future: 4. Disappointment

Winterhold was a frozen, hopeless, useless wreck of a city. Even in such a godsforsaken corner of Skyrim a city that wasn’t even able to come up with a halfway decent breakfast deserved to collapse into the sea. I had barely slept and woke with the first light, a dull ache lingering in my bones…

Eyes on the Future: 3. Blind

A strange mood had smitten me when we left Narzulbur, that dreadful kind of mood that made every breath a fate-altering decision. The mood in which I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders and acquiesced with a sigh into carrying it around. A strange mixture of determination, masochism, self-pity and an inflated…

Eyes on the Future: 2. Wed

Blasted thieves and their blasted mead – or however they called the concoction they had served us. I bolted awake with the first light streaming through the window of our room, a throbbing pain in my head and a disgusting, sour taste in my mouth. I felt sore all over, muscles taut and aching. Only…

Eyes on the Future: 1. Witnesses

His name was Harrald, he was the son of Falkreath’s smith, and he was the man of my dreams. At the age of 12 he was already nearly a man, and he was strong, strong enough to blow the bellows at his father’s forge for hours on end. He had fiery red hair that stood…

Eyes on the Enemy: 23. A Proposal

“Wait, Qhouri. I gotta show you something.” Aela grabbed my arm and held me back when I turned straight for the dorm. I gave her a scornful look. The journey from Rorikstead had been horrible. I was covered in a grimy, reeking layer of sweat and dust from the road, my barely healed wounds throbbed…

Eyes on the Enemy: 22. Adjustments

The god’s laughter resounds through my skull. I jerk back with a whimper. I want you to serve me. We’re closer than others. Closer than friends, siblings, even lovers. He tries to hide, from you and from me. We’re equal. All of us. I want you to join my pack. You will join this bond.…