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Arrows whistled past Livinia's head as she sprinted down the rocky tunnel. She held Dawnbreaker close to her side so she could slip through a large crack ahead. She pushed in as far as she could, and held her breath. The bandits who were chasing her ran past, shouting obscenities. Livinia waited till she could no longer hear their voices, then began breathing again. She poked her head out to see if the tunnel was clear, and then squeezed out of the crack and began carefully going back the way she came. She and Erandur had been for information regarding the Elder Scroll in these ruins, but they soon found that bandits had overrun them. Six of

Livinia walked slowly up to the entrance of the Bannered Mare. Beside her, Erandur held up a torch to light so the path was well lit. No words were spoken as the two entered the inn. Livinia flinched slightly, the deep arrow wounds in her side causing her a flash of pain. Erandur glanced sideways at her, noticing the movement. He waited by the fireplace, warming his hands and looking after the pelts the two had gathered on their journey, as Livinia walked up the the inn-keeper. The inn-keeper smiled warmly as the Nord approached her. "Good evening! How may I help you?" Livinia looked wearily at her, and managed a slight grin. "I'd like to ren

Rain pattered softly on the cool glass of the window. The large trees in the front yard swirled their leaves and branches with the wind that swept through the yard. Inside the house, a young women sat by a large bay window. She sad with her legs crossed and her arms folded loosely. Her auburn hair hung in soft curls around her face, and her forest green eyes looked out at the rain. The robe she wore was too big for her, hiding her form in its soft fabric. Some letters lay on in front of her on the seat. Some were crispy and bright, letters from friends talking about fashion and the latest movies. Some were from her parents, telling her the go

All my life I've hidden behind a mask A strange shield of me Its smooth surface cannot Chip It cannot, will not Break It is ice, it is stone Diamond The perfect barrier Then how, pray tell Someone cracked it? I can't hide as well anymore Sometimes, they can see He cracked the ice The stone Diamond And left the scar Rippling over the surface This mask, its been with me so long I've forgotten what it's like Without But I've always remembered Loneliness I thought he'd kill it The loneliness But he turned away Rejection Now the scar has healed I've sealed up the Crack I'm faceless yet again Ice, stone Diamond Bar

A young man walked along a dusty abandoned road. His calloused hands were stuffed deep in his pokets, and the collar of his jacket was zipped shut. He walked with a steady cadence, his eyes slowly taking in the fading vegitation, and the long, sagging chain link fence that stretched on forever beside him. The wind swirled heavily around him, swirling dust into delicate ballets with blood red leaves that flew high into the cloudy sky. The man's emerald eyes watered as the wind lashed at his eyes, and he ran his hand across his face. He passed several old cars sitting abandoned by the road, their rusting, dead bodys making ominous creaking soun

A heart can wear a mask To hide its broken seams So no one will dare to ask Aabout its hopes or dreams It silently will sit Collecting many scars Holding on to things that fit the hole that tears apart And so this lonely soul goes on Through a darkened world Hoping that it'll come upon A heart as hurt and cold

She's broken, Her wings are chained to the ground They said that she's nothing No future for her to be found And so she cannot breathe Her life has been ripped away She can only gaze to the sky

She was always a quiet girl, never speaking unless she had too. They laughed at her, talked behind her back. Fat... Ugly... Stupid... Liar... Witch... That's what THEY said... Leave her alone, ALL alone! Don't show her friendship, DON'T LOVE HER! hurt... Hurt... HUrt... HURt... HURT!!! Inside, her heart kept beating. Though if you where to examine it, you would find two thick scars, seemingly healed over. But yet, sometimes, they would rip anew, and bleed fresh. The first was the deepest, a scar that had affected her land as well. Her land was part of her very heart, it's pain, her pain, it's fear, her fear. The second scar, deep