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The Keeper and the Listener Chapter 4The Keeper and the Listener Chapter 4.
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I ran out of the Sanctuary at top speed and jumped on my horse, which was next to Shadowmere. Even though the Listener’s horse was faster than mine was, the demon horse would only listen to the Listener’s commands, not mine.
I rode my horse around the bend in the opposite direction of Dawnstar. I clung to the mane of the black horse, trying not to cry. I hadn't cried in so long, I had tried not to cry in a long time, and I wasn't about to start now.
“Cicero! Cicero, come back!” I heard the Listener’s voice calling my name, but I did not stop, not this time. I just kept riding. Far away from Dawnstar, far away from the Sanctuary, far away from the Listener. From Irrissa.
I remember the first time I met her. I was on my way to the last Sanctuary left in all of Tamriel, the Falkreath Sanctuary.
I was just riding in my wagon, with Mother’s coffin in the back, all boxed up so no one would get suspicio
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"Oh, Birdie! Cicero has returned with pretty flowers. Most of them are for Mother, but Cicero made sure to get Birdie some, too!" Cicero danced around the Sanctuary and entered his room. He hummed and danced, skipping around the room before finally setting his eyes on your limp body. "Birdie, what are you doing? It's time to be awake right now, not sleeping! You have to keep poor Cicero company. Birdie... Cicero doesn't like this... Birdie, come on!" Cicero began pushing on your shoulders trying to stir you awake, but all the shaking caused a small puddle of blood to pour down your chin.
After a few moments, you began to hear Cicero's mumbles, and felt him shoving on your shoulders. The last thing you remembered was the almost intimate moment you had with the jester before the Listener opened the door, scaring both of you. After another few shoves, you furrowed your brow and asked
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A crimson moon slowly began to rise over the horizon of the mountains in Skyrim. 'Time to go,' you thought, staring up at the blood moon, after all, it was your faction's symbol. You were a member of a faction that was related to the Dark Brotherhood. It was f/n, and it focused on secretly keeping the peace. No contracts to tell you who to kill, no dead corpse whispering into someone's mind to tell them who to go to, just killing whoever caused trouble. The only thing that held the f/n back, was the moon.
You only killed when a blood moon was out, for that was when the night stayed night longest, and people are uneasy. Tonight, you had to kill a certain fellow who threatened the peace of a town called Falkreath. You dreaded heading to Falkreath because that is where the last Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary hid. You were unsure as to the exact location of their hideout, but you knew that it was