Skyrim | Thief Of Hearts | DISCONTINUED

2.

{Unknown POV}

The rainy wind was cold against my face and caused frostbite to nibble at my nose and fingertips. I pulled my soaked cloak tighter around my body as I watched the flames of the fire lick the crispy sky. I scratched the dried blood from my nails while the rabbit I shot was roasting lightly. My stomach grumbled, for I hadn't eaten in more then twelve hours. I had spent all my septims on a blanket, so I needed more coin soon. I downed the jewelry I stole earlier this day from my pocket and studied the fragile gems in the golden necklaces and rings. I could at least get three-hundred for these. A smile covered my lips as the smell of rabbit filled my nose. I became overwhelmed with how good it smelt and took my plate, I think it was the heirloom of some Aretino family, and put the cooked meat on top of it. My mouth started to water as I took a huge bite of the juicy animal. I closed my eyes and hummed in satisfaction as I heard a familiar yelping from next to me. I opened one eye and saw my wolf Nero begging for some of the food. I grinned and ripped a piece of meat off the rabbit and threw it before him. He gobbled it within a second and I chuckled while petting his grey fur. 'Easy there boy. That's all you will get. I don't have enough myself either.' I ate the rabbit until the bone and cleaned everything up as good as I could. I wished I could've afforded a room at an inn right now, but I hadn't enough septims and they didn't accept a ring as payment. I put out the fire and went into my wooly bedroll, wanting this night to pass as fast as possible. But I didn't fall asleep. I stared at the sky and counted the stars one by one, overthinking my life so far. Why didn't I just have a proper job? I wasn't sure. Maybe it was because of my attitude. I didn't let other people tell me what to do. That's the main cause of why I haven't settled yet. I always got in fights with my employers. Maybe it's just not really my thing. By Kyraneth, I hate rules. For me, rules are just there to break. I think it was a of growing up lonely: not knowing how to not cross a line. And as I laid there, Nero warmly snuggled up against me and a dagger in hand for just in case, my eyelids became heavier. Before I fully closed my eyes, I saw a star fall from the sky. A strange feeling came over me. It might seem childish to wish upon a falling star, I thought. But for someone with no hope left, I had nothing to lose. Silently, I wished I would not be alone anymore.

'Just fifty septims? Sweet Mara, you are hilarious. Now pay up!' I held up my hand as the Khajiit looked at the necklace suspicious. 'Khajiit doesn't trust you. Khajiit thinks it is stolen.' I smirked a bit. 'Don't worry, Husarr. It's completely safe, I assure you.' His cat eyes widened. 'How do you know Husarr's name?' I tilted my head slightly. 'I just know.' The Khajiit looked at the necklace again, in his eyes a glint of admiration. 'Hmmm, what if I just take it for fifty septims? I mean, what could such an innocent young lady like you probably do?' He grinned, shooting me a humiliating glare. The cat had already walked two steps away when I grabbed his arm, slamming him against the wall. I could hear the air getting pushed out of his lungs. My dagger was close against his throat, the sharp blade on the edge of drawing blood from his orange fur. Nero growled but I put a soothing hand towards my wolf, who stopped immediately. I decreased my voice to a whisper, bringing my mouth to his pointy ear. 'Listen to me, really carefully. No. One. Steals. From. Me.' Husarr hissed, but I pushed my knife further under his throat. A drip of crimson fell onto the blade. 'Understood?' He gulped and murmured a yes. 'Good. Now go.' Throwing the necklace into me, he ran away. I caught it, luckily. A grin fell over my face. He hadn't noticed I had pulled his coin purse from his belt.

My bare feet were sticking in to the water as I sat on the edge of the fishing site. I was counting the contents of Husarr's purse. Eighty-nine septims. I chuckled to myself and pet Nero on his head, who was munching on the remains of what once was a troll. I sighed and put the coins in my own purse, throwing Husarr's into the water. I took my fishing rod and stared at the tiny waves as time passed by. Maybe I could get to an inn tonight with my honestly earned money. Even get some real food or an ale. The float went underwater so I reeled in the fishing rod, a nice-looking salmon appearing at the hook of it. Neat. I took the writhing fish and put it into a basket with its fellow species. Five dead fish, enough for around twenty septims. I stood up and cleaned up my fishing gear. I could trade those with Keerava and rent a room at the same time. I put my backpack over my shoulder and went to Riften, looking foward to finally a night in a proper bed.
Suddenly, my eye fell on a piece of parchment pinned on a tree with an arrow. When I approached it, I saw my name written on it. I knew this handwriting like no one else... The red seal had the Thieves Guild logo on it. I broke it and folded open the letter. My breath hitched in my throat as I read it, my fingers trembling. No, no this couldn't be...