The call had come, shaking the very mountains to their core and cracking the sky through it's thunderous volume. Even now it echoed unending inside her head, a constant beat beckoning her to follow. Frightening but with the absense of threatening. She hadn't known why it had called her name, why it had spared her any thought and dragged her out of the constant loneliness that she led her life in. But then, she liked it that way, with no objective, no purpose, just her and the world in all its wild and beautiful glory. But now, the voice had called her, it had called her. And for someone reason, unbenknowst even to herself, she had been compelled to answer. To follow. Perhaps she should have fought against this feeling, said no to the world like so many times before and turned her back again. But this time she couldn't ignore the feeling, and followed it with urgency. Perhaps it was destiny, though to herself that sounded stupid, and she didn't believe in such.
Eleania Verdelf raised her arm as the wind battered aginst her, attempting to rip her off of the mountainside with it's vicious snowstorm. She had been trekking for days now. Usually she would traverse such a distance with ease, but in these conditions it was hard to keep up usual pace. It hadn't been easy getting this far, her body moaned with each new step and she feared that although she had come this far, there still may be a long way to go. When she had first crossed the border and looked upon Skyrim she couldn't help but be awed by its magnificence. Even its very mountains stood high above all others, bold and powerful, almost as if shout 'testify' to the very stars themselves.
These thoughts had passed to more bitter ones and resting on the rocky face of a large boulder, she exhaled deeply, welcoming the shelter.
"Bloody Skyrim." She spat through gritted teeth, pushing her flailing red her back and leaning into the cool hard surface. A cursed land full of emptiness she thought to herself in a moment of anger. The question 'what am I doing!?' continued to circle her mind but knew she had come too far to turn back. She had to go on, she had to know what wanted her and why. After a few moments of respite from the storm she readjusted her bow to a more comfortable position and checked her quiver. Her arrow count seemed to be getting low. After a few more moments of silent preparation she attacked the blistering storm once again, fighting through the blur of white.
After a while she stopped at the familiar sound of distant howls and sighed to herself. The pack was large and emenated a vicious spirit, they closed in quickly. If only such beings could see past their blind anger and instincts she thought as she drew the bowstring back slowly, focusing on her target. For the split second after she released the arrow, she thought she knew her purpose, who she was. It was strange, if only a whisper. One word, meaningless and unknown to her. Yet some how important. It whispered itself to her in the dark of her mind.. It whispered.. Dovahkiin... and then vanished with the wind.
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