Hybrids

[ two ] Twins on the Run

Zatanna's POV...
"As I told you before I want nothing to do with the Guild," I stood in a dark corner in from of two legit guild members, Brynjolf and Delvin outside of the Inn in a dark alley in. Everyone in the market square had left to the Inn for a well-deserved drink, I got away for just few minutes but I will need to return after my break. "But I need your help?"

"What the issue, love?" Brynjolf said, he's always so polite.

"This is my half-brother Zephyr," I pointed behind me to the High Elf Nord, "with the recent war news, my brother is a Stormcloak."

"Bad time to be on the wrong side." Brynjolf told us.

"So, I need help hiding him?"

I caught them looking at Zephyr, "I never seen a High Elf Stormcloak before."

"Oh, geez, this is going to take forever." Zephyr step forward. "My twin lovely sister and I are hybrids."

"Twin sister?"

"Hybrids?

"Half. Two or more race. High elf and nord, or who know what else. This is the problem with our unique bloodline. Yes, I'm a Stormcloak and the Empire would not hesitate to hunt down and kill every Stormcloak rebel left alive, especially me since I killed and tortured of them, so walking around with my father's face is a death sentence."

My brother, how evil he is, he grab a handful of my wig hair and snatched it off my head. My snow white short hair that identically match his was out in the open. Than he uncover the clay that was covering my elf ears.

"Zatanna and I, not only related to our late uncle who left us the throne to your little organization of thieves—

"Thieves Guild." I corrected him.

"They can be the bloody Dark Brotherhood, I don't give a rats ass. My sister and I are the offspring of Queen Ayrenn and Queen Ariel Muir wants us dead. She scared one of us will take the throne. She has everyone that involved that wants us dead hunting us, tracking us. They won't stop until we are. Hybrids are abomination, specialty to the Altmer."

"Wasn't Queen Ariel acceptance of all races?"

"You actually believe that bullshit?" Zephyr laughed. "When the High Elves are all about keeping the bloodline pure. They want to kill us because we're mix but mostly they want to kill us we are heir to the throne."

"OK, the point is, Zephyr needs a place to hide until this Stormcloak rebellion blows over and a thing of the past."

"So, this is why we're here?" Brynjolf nodded.

"Brynjolf, please, Zephyr is the only family I have. Keep his ass hidden until we figure something out." I beg him.

"Don't worry lass, he can stay with us and your secret is safe with us." Brynjolf said while Delvin nodded.

"With one conditions, of course." A new voice join our conversation. I recognized it right away, Mercer.

"And you are, mate?" Zephyr ask Mercer.

"Mercer, leader of the little guild that just a few feet under yours. This is Vex and bodies around us lurking in the shadows are fellow guild members." Mercer explained as he look straight at us, mostly at me.

"Sweet," Zephyr shrugged his shoulders. "Am I supposed to care? Bloody strangers."

"What's your condition, Mercer?" I quickly ask him.

"It quite simple, my dear, take the title of your birthright." Mercer insisted.

"You mean take Uncle Gallus leadership, control and command the Thieves Guild of misfits. The same guild that's losing its touch." Zephyr said, seeing that Mercer kept silent. "It's no secret the guild has ran it's course after the murder of our late uncle."

"We had a bad few years."

"I'll do it anyways."

"You will?" I questioned

"Of course," Zephyr answered with such confidence that made me worry more than I such. "It is, after all, our birthright. Mercer and Brynjolf will show me the ropes. Do a few jobs to earn some coin and than get this guild back on its feet again."

"Not as easy as it sounds, mate." Brynjolf pointed out.

"Good, I love a challenge." he spoke the truth on that. As elves, nothing is ever a challenge, everything was always easy for us. It was boring something, being naturally talented at everything.

I fear for my brother already because Mercer has a look on his face that send a chill through my spine. I need to talk to Zephyr about our late uncle's journal. He's playing with hellfire here.

What was he thinking accepting this condition?

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Out of love for my brother, I dragged him by his elf ear to darkest area in the forest of the Rift. Taking him as far to a small creek. I toss Zephyr to the floor, angrily, than I used the Candlelight spell to lite up the area. "Are you out of your bloody mind?"

"Ugh," he coughed, "I got to stop forgetting how strong you are."

"You very well know I don't stand a chance against that bear body of yours, no less control it to my likely. I always have to used magik for that." I snap at him angrily. "And you very well know, I hate using my magik because Queen Bitch and her pack of minions that call themselves the Thalmor can track me or you on our whereabouts."

"Why do you think I enjoyed being a dreadful Stormcloak psychopath. I can use all the advance magik I want without the pointy-ear pisspots crossing my paths." He explained to me, waving his hand in circular pattern before releasing his fire magik to light up a dry up firewood. Someone must've left it behind. "I guess that will change due to recent events."

"Yes, of course, it will change. Everything will change. We have to hide if we're not going to run." I started to pace. "I'm sick of running."

"We are hiding, baby sister." He insure me. Why is he so calm?

"The Thieves Guild is hardly a hiding place, everyone know about the organization. What about —

"The Empire is taking more and more of Stormcloak territories by the second. They're strong, 'Ana', they're not going to stop until they fully take over. The capture of Ulfric was a matter of time. Pretty soon, Thalmor Soldiers will walk the streets of Riften."

"So why stay in there? You go with —

"If you're to say that annoying woman's name, than I suggest you stop."

"Her hideout is very well hidden, no one will know you're there." I advise him and sat next to him.

"Astrid hates me because I kill three of her 'brothers'. The women is mad and I'm not seeking her protection. Riften is perfect, I'll be hiding in plain sight."

"You're going to get us both killed." I glared at him.

"Nah," he laughed. "At least, not without a fight."

"And joining the guild?"

"Reclaiming our birthright." He laughed again. "You think the Queen knows about that."

"It would seem she does not so she would send someone to the Guild, kill everyone so we don't have a right to claim." I stared at the embers of the fire in front of me.

"I know." He said, "I know that Mercer asshole murder our late Uncle in cold blood and said it was Karliah. He frame her to get what was rightfully ours."

"Is that why? Is that why you join them, to get close to Mercer?" When it comes to getting revenge, Zephyr always gets it done.

He nodded. "I want to yank his beating bloody heart straight out of his chest with my bare hands and you best believe I'm going enjoy doing it. No one messes with my family." Sometimes, i forget when people calls him a psychopath, they're not lying.

He was never afraid to get blood on his hands.