Lexia sat at the desk in her room this evening, a single candle flickered before her. It hadn't been but a few hours since she had been told of what she was. " A daughter of Evergloam, child of Nocturnal, Night Wraith." She thought aloud. As she sifted through her memories of growing up. She recalled several occasions where magic that should have hurt her or killed her had little to no effect.
One year she had even broken an arm and the priest's healing spell had no effect. She knew Breton's had an immunity to magic, but thinking about it, her resistance was extremely high. "Maybe the old man is telling the truth." She stood from her chair and made her way down stairs.
The inn was empty for now and Letta was putting away the last few mugs up behind the counter.
"So you are awake." Stated the old woman.
Lexia gave a nod and approached the counter.
" Letta." She began calmly. " I know you raised me from an a mere toddler as your own, but do you know my parents, if what that vigilant was saying is true?"
Pausing, Letta gazed at the young Breton a moment before finally speaking.
" Lexia, sit down dear." As she pulled two mugs from behind the counter and sat on the stool behind the counter, facing her adopted daughter of nineteen years pouring some Cyrodilic Brandy into both mugs. " I've long seen this day coming, from the day you were brought here by the very man you saw here today. You were placed under my care, to protect you from the problems your blood line would cause."
Lexia grasping a mug as she had become curious.
"You mean you knew all these years?"
"I did." Replied Letta. " Your father, though I don't know what came of him was once a vigilant, same as Tolgir, they worked and hunted daedra together for a long time in fact. Tolgir and your father were close friends. You were born of Nocturnal, not through physical intercourse, but rather a ritual which I assume if the vigil found out about your father would have been put to death, if he hasn't already been. Either way, it required making a deal with the daedra Nocturnal for what he was asking. What she wanted was one of her own children, and so your mother was taken over by Nocturnal in order to conceve you. That is why you are half blooded."
Lexia placed her mug on the counter.
" Earlier, you said something about a seal, is that referring to the birth mark on my arm?"
Letta gave a regretful gaze as she continued.
" I have always feared this day, but knew it was inevitable. The mark on your shoulder is indeed the seal. Tolgir himself placed it when your father fled after he'd realized what he'd done. After that you were brought here for your protection to keep you alive. If the vigil had known, they would have killed you and your father. Tolgir knew it wasn't your fault being born a Night Wraith. But also knew on your nineteenth year the seal's power would wear off as your blood awakened."
Again Lexia had questions, and each answer she got only added more.
"So, did you know my father?"
Letta loosed a sigh as she replied.
" Personally, no. I only know what Tolgir told me of him."
This only roused the urge in Lexia to look deeper.
" Mum, I have to ask, I know the inn is important, but if you don't mind. Come tomorrow I would like to set off to Skyrim. Tolgir said if I wanted answers that I would find them there."
The young Breton stood from the stool she sat on, not waiting on a reply and leaving her drink on the counter as she left upstairs. Letta remained downstairs at the counter a while longer, her thoughts only on what was to come of the only child she had raised.
"Could be a good thing for her to find whatever it is she's after. But is she going to like what she finds?" Talking to herself as she went to lock the inn doors and shut down for the night.
That night as Lexia slept, she dreamt, whether it was a vision or just from everything on her mind from the day couldn't be known. But the vision of herself, clad in a black and violet outfit. She saw herself, but she was different, maybe older. Her hair certainly wasn't the way she usually kept it, it was shoulder length as always, but it was braided on either side in front of her ears, and two braids from those wrapping around and meeting at the back of her skull in a long braid. Was it really herself she was seeing? This vision of herself looked enraged, human, but somehow blood hungry and somehow terrifying, hands and clothes both covered in fresh blood like she had torn someone apart. She seemed to be standing over what looked to be the remainder of what may have been the owner of the blood. The scene was gruesome as she saw herself not only lick the blood from her hand, but lean down close enough to place her lips to whatever she was standing over, a flow of violet energy poured from it and into her mouth.
Was she eating a soul? Is that what a Night Wraith is? A soul eating monster? Lexia tossed and turned in her bed as the dream continued, it eventually woke her as she sat up in bed, dripping in sweat. She could recall the images she had seen so clearly, it sent shivers of cold through her body. She felt different as she peered out her room window, the moons shining brightly outside, their light reflecting off the snow covered town, something was drawing her. She rose from her bed, grabbing her fur cloak from the rack by her door and began to pack only a few necessary items in a traveling satchel, and holstering a steel dagger to either hip, afterwards putting the satchel over her shoulders.
" I'm sorry Mum, but I have to do this." As she made for the inn door, unlocking it and leaving for the eastern gate and for the border of Skyrim.
The trip itself was a few hours to the border, but she expected to be at the border by morning. Even longer if she had trouble, she half expected it, trouble seemed to have a way of finding her every time she set foot out of Bruma. Tolgir had even told her about a civil war going on in Skyrim presently and he wouldn't be returning til it was through.
Lexia would be on her own for this venture.
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