- Dragon and Deadra -
The border! It was nearer and nearer as she snuck in, her strangely golden eyes focused on the gates that separated the two countries. Jayr breathed heavily as her pointed ears picked up the sound of something out of the ordinary. An arrow shot past her head, then another. Imperials. Her eyes widened as she looked around in disbelief. She was so close, yet so far away. What in the world could she do? She felt the needle-like arrow pierce her shoulder. Her vision began to grow fuzzy and her breath began to slow dramatically.
Tears came to her eyes as she realized she had failed it all, failed her mission to enter a world without turmoil. Oh but how wrong was she!? Skyrim was indeed full of turmoil…a civil war of terror upon man and upon all those who refused to abide by the law. She wasn’t dying, she was only fading away.
Jayr awoke in the midnight, her eyes filled with gauzy uneasiness. She frowned as she sat up all the way. She was in a dank and very