Moonjumper14

          Breeze flows through my hair and tickles my face, which brings me out of my “small” nap. I take a moment and then look up to see where Cicero was. A smile comes to my face as I see him curled up in the same position as he was. I don’t want to wake him up, he always looks so tired. Those bags under his eyes never really go away.          Trying my hardest to not move too fast and wake him, I get up and brush myself off.  I look around for a moment and realise, we had slept in for so long, that it was nearly sunset. I guess we both needed the sleep.         My stomach makes the familiar grumble and my hand instin

 Corrina's POV               My eyes grow wide as I realize what that whole situation might have looked like to Festus.  I stiffly and awkwardly walk into the sanctuary hoping he wouldn't bring it up again.              I approach the table that astrid was usually leaning on when I return from missions. I sit on the edge of the table and wait for the two men to come in.  My stomach was hurting for more than one reason.           After a moment I hear the door open. I see Festus approach me with concern in his eyes. “Child! What is all this talk of you being the Listener?” He ordered for a response. “ I am no Child Fe

Cicero POV            There she is. The one Cicero thought Mother brought just for him. But no! She is here for mother. Corrina is the one that gets to hear mother. Jealousy is such a pitiful emotion Hehehe,  but Cicero can’t help but feel it burn within him.           She is here again to speak with mother. She hasn't seen silent Cicero. Noooo to sly for her. Ha!  I will stay in the shadows and watch to see if she respects mother as much as her dear servant. “ Mother” She cries out to our matron.           A response doesn’t seem to be given, by the egaerness in her eyes I see she is being ignored. “ Dea

   On the way back to Markarth, I thought more about my situation. This was my first real contract and I feel through the cracks of my emotion. I wondered how upset Muriri would be. Or how upset Astrid would be...Or Cicero, maybe he will think I’m not tough enough to be an Assassin.       My stomach continues to turn and flip and dip and do whatever it sees fit. My throat seemed tight each time I swallowed. I was incredibly nervous and anxious for what the consequences would be. I have never really fallen through on direct orders.       As I re-enter Markarth, my stomach doesn't get better. I enter the shop and Muriri is sitting the

 I walk into the brisk air outside the sanctuary. I take a deep breath in, still work to be done. It was only about 2 o’clock, or at least around that time. I was never really good at reading the sun. It was the only way to tell time and I am dreadful at it. So I guess it could be around six as well, I literally have no grasp of time. So I think I should move fast, I am an assassin but it's never wise to walk alone in the dark.          I see the carriage driver and I run up to him. “ Can you take me to Windhelm please?” I ask him. “ Yes, hop in the back and we’ll be off.” He says to me.          I sw

Before I wake up all the way I shift in bed. I stretch my bended legs out. I wave my arms to the side and hit something that was beside the bed. I turn my head over.       I’m face to face with a bed headed version of Cicero. He grins like metal patient. “ Oh good morning, good morning, good morning. How have you slept?” He asks while stripping the blankets off me. “ Uh, just fine thank you. Where you just watching me sleep?”  I ask rubbing my eyes as I sit up. “ Oh, well yes I suppose I was. I came in here to wake you. But you seemed so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you.” He says while rubbing

 I yawn and wake up, today is the day I needed to travel back to windhelm. Turns out I didn't have time to do any fishing, damn shame. That would have been some fun. Although it’s probably best  I don't do anything sketchy, can’t risk getting caught now.  I sit up from my bed and stretched a bit, then get up and pack up and start to get going.        I walk outside the door and take a deep breath in. I really do love misty weather. Seem’s like it gives off such a deep and menacing vibe.  Then I hear talk among the townspeople. “ Did you hear? Grelod The Kind is dead, they say she was poisoned.”     I better

  This time around, I didn't sleep at all. I was thinking of a way to do this without traumatizing those children. I did want her dead, I just didn't want to hurt any of them. I decided that I was going to  pretend to come visit them all, make dinner for them, then poison Grelod’s  food. That way she would die in her sleep and not in front of the children.      The whole ride to Riften I was just anticipating the final events. I wanted to save these children from that witch. All she does is hurt people, where did that nickname come from? “ Grelod the kind.”? Was it suppose to be Ironic, that's the only way it would be fitt

    I start to approach falkreath, but then I spot Cicero's carriage. I quickly hide behind a very thick tree. It was hard to look at him. It seemed he had broken my heart, by not being the person I thought he was. He didn't look how he looked when we were together. His eye’s were drained and no longer tinted with an amber glow, they seemed to be grey. The corners of his mouth however hung high. He was acting like he wasn't fazed at all. Perhaps that's how he deals with tough situations.       Stranger then all of this though, he didn't go into Falkreath. No. He went down a different path. I knew that falkreath was known for their lar

The wagon starts to come into view as I walk back from Whiterun.  As I drew nearer I got more and more anxious for my future. I can either ask for a ride to falkreath with him , Or I can travel to...well, I don't know. I’ll go to where the wind takes me. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into. Should I have just let Cicero suffer and walked away. No, that wouldn't solve anyone's problem. Maybe he was brought to me, like a sign that it's time for my life to begin.   There he was. The man that held my future in his hands. If he says he cannot give me a ride, I will surely be lost and alone. He was standing there with his hand  on his chi