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The Sky Is Red


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Balgir grimaced as he sat up on the bed. It had been a two weeks since the ledge were he would go to enjoy the evening of his days had crumbled beneath him. Luckily he did not lose his life in the fall but his leg had been badly cut and that could be a death sentence on its own. He had only a few days of supplies left when the event happened and it had now been four days since he or his daughter had anything to eat. The pain was strong and the exhaustion had been growing from not eating for so long. He had to go though, staying would not bring them food.
"Varri I'm leaving to go hunting I should be back tomorrow evening." he said. "If I don't return by the end of tomorrow go to town for help the next day at noon." "Do you remember the way from when we would go?" he said. "Yes father I remember" she replied.
Balgir opened the door and stepped out.The early morning air was cold as always in Skyrim and the world was silent.The sun was rising and the sky was a blood red color. He prayed that he would return because if he didn't then his daughter would have to make that journey. The roads have always been dangerous but in the past months it had gotten worse. He had now entered the woods and he started his way to where he would normally hunt. His mind quickly went to thinking about his wife. She had passed three winters before from a bad illness. It was a horrible end for such a strong woman. In her last days her mind was gone, she would ramble endlessly and thrash around the bed as if something was controlling her. His daughter was four and even though she was young and couldn't fully understand what was going on it hit her hard watching her mom pass like that. The pain from the healing cut drew his thoughts away for a moment. The wound had been deep and would take another week or so to heal but they couldn't last till then.
He went back to his thoughts to make the pain seem less. When he and his wife had married the biggest worry was from her parents. She had come from a well placed family and he came from a humble family of fishers. Her parents didn't think he would be able to provide for her and perhaps they were right. He quickly shrugged the last thought away. Life was hard here and there he could not do anything for illness. Her parents set them up in a house but after a fight with their daughter they cut her off as if they wanted to prove a point and the day when his wife passed was the last he would hear from them. He was able to maintain the house and feed himself and his daughter until now.
He paused a moment to sit on a rock and let his leg rest. He took a drink of water from the goat skin pouch. "Ahh if only you were here my love the world would seem more complete. I don't know what to do love, these past few days have made me rethink a lot. I never failed you while your alive but I'm afraid I might now." He stood back up and continued to walk. He need to press on as hard as possible to make it back home.
He thought of his daughter now. She was only nine years old too young for the things that had happened in her life. It had made her tough and he new that if he didn't return she would have a good chance of making it to town. The air was still cool and felt nice against Balgir's face. The trees slightly swayed as if they were listening to a soothing song. If this was a normal day Balgir would stop and take out his parchment to draw his surroundings but there was no time for that.
He started thinking about his wife again. She had always encouraged him in his drawings even when it was all he did with his time. He had started it when he would go fishing with his father during his youth. He was not great at it but he obsessed over it leaving his wife to tend to most things. He rarely had time for it now though being the only one to take care of things. It seemed strange but his wife passing forced him to become a man and a father.
Balgir looked up at the sky and saw the sun going down. He walked a few steps further and threw his bedroll down to make camp for the night. He was glad to stop the pain had taken its toll. He would need to hurry the next day if he was to return without out worrying his daughter. The sky had been the same color of red all day long but Balgir thought little about it.
He woke early before the dawn of day and started back on his journey. The wound hurt even more now from the traveling the day before. "Oh Divines if your there please see me home safe. I wish not to prove her parents right and show I was unworthy of her." It would be mid day before he reached the the the spot where the small pond was. There was always a deer there that's why he had decided to go to there even though it was one of the more lengthy travels.
The sun had now been in the sky for a few hours and Balgir stopped to rest for a moment and take another drink. The air was cold but no wind as there was the day before. The suns rays felt good and after a another moment Balgir got up and continued. Again the sky was blood red.
After another hour or so Balgir slowed his pace so he could sneak up on the place with pond. As he got nearer he got an uneasy feeling. Something just didn't seem right. Balgir stopped him self on a rock and sat to wait for the deer.
Not long later Balgir heard the leaves rustling and he slowly eased up and looked towards the pond. Next to the edge of the pond was a massive deer. Balgir felt bad that this is what he saw. With the injury he would not be able to carry all that the deer had to offer and would be forced to leave most of it to rot. He had to take the shot though for his daughter needed him. He raised his bow when he heard something behind him. He turned as quickly and as quiet as he could. He gazed into the forest but could see nothing. He turned back to find the deer still there still not aware of his presence. He again raised his bow and calmly aimed.
Balgir quickly turned at another noise. It was to late the dark figure slammed into Balgir and his head slammed against the rock he sat on. Balgir was out cold.
Hours later he came to and slowly sat up. What ever had hit him was gone but Balgir couldn't bring himself to move. A few minutes later he got up and looked out towards the pond. The sight he saw was startling. The deer was laying upon the ground torn into a thousand pieces. Balgir made his way down to the remains and started to salvage what he could.
There was enough for him and his daughter for a few days. Even though he had some food the problem now was getting back in time before his daughter left for town. This was going to be hard with the new injury to his head. His wound on his leg had also been strained and ached as it had days before. He couldn't let this be the end though and started the fight home.
A couple more hours had passed and the sun was starting to set once more. There was no wind and he had no time to focus on the cold. The trees seem to stare down at him as if he was already dead. He looked up and noticed the still the sky was red. It would soon be night but he knew that there would be no rest tonight.
It was now morning and Balgir had almost made it home, it would only be a couple of more hours until the home was in sight. He worried though that his daughter might be gone before he arrived. His leg no longer existed for all he could tell and his mind was unclear from the combined pains. He prayed for forgiveness from his wife and the Divines as he walked. This day proved his wife's parents right. He was a failure unable to provide in the darkest times.
It was now mid day and Balgir could see the house. He slowed down some to calm himself before he walked into the home. He prayed that his daughter still be there. He got to the house and pushed the door of the thome open. As he did so someone quickly put a hood over his head. He was forced down into a chair and was quickly tied up.
The person took the hood off and Balgir opened his eyes to six vampires standing before him. Next to the tallest and the one who seemed most likely to be the leader was his daughter. The vampires hand rested upon his shoulder.
"See darling I told you your father would return, but look he has no food to offer you just like I had also said." As the vampire ended his sentence he let a wicked grin come across his face. "Go on" he said "speak to her". "Varri are you okay?" he asked. She nodded her head yes. "They say you would return but that you couldn't save me""They told me the only way to live was to put my trust in them." she quietly said. He looked around the home. He remembered the good times spent here and the bad times during his wife's passing. Life had been a tormentor to him and looked like in death it would be no different. He loved his daughter and started to cry as he was thinking about what was soon to happen.
"Varri you know I love you but I must now go. I go to welcome your mother. I hope she does not look down on me for the way things have ended. You need to listen to these people from now on Varri. I can't provide for you and they will. I love you." he said faintly. "Well wasn't that nice. A failure saying his last goodbyes and still acting like he might have a chance to prove otherwise. Don't worry your daughter will never no death nor hunger again. She will live a life better then your pathetic self could ever offer." The vampire said sternly. He now turned to the girl whose shoulder his hand rest upon. "Go dear. Feast and be replenished." Balgir closed his eyes as his last love in the world made her way up to him.

Protect yourself and the ones you hold dearly when the sky is red.


Zeymah Of The Bromlokiir.Voth Ahkrin!
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Great story and I like the twist at the end! The only things I would say are to use commas more often, as sometimes the sentences ran on into one big long sentence. And also more paragraphs as the huge "wall of text" is not aesthetically pleasing and can make it easier to lose one's place. Overall it was well done, good on you.


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Thanks. I was a little stressed for time when I typed this. I was worried that the paragraphs wouldn't end up like I wanted them but there is always next time.


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