Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5583506-20140902192643

"A bit down on our luck, are we?" said a female voice above her.

Myling stopped her sobbing and raised her head to see who was talking to her. "Wh-who's there?!" she snivelled and raised her wooden sword. "If you want to take my life or my gold, go right ahead. I don't even care anymore."

She couldn't see quite who the mysterious figure in front of her was. Her vision was all blurry because of her tears.

The voice sighed. "Sounds like you don't value your life at all."

"How could I?" replied Myling and held back another sob. "No one likes me. I bring trouble wherever I roam and people hate me for it, even though I cannot really control it." She lowered her head again. "How can life be worth living if you aren't loved?"

The woman in front of her crouched and cupped Myling's chin with an old wrinkly hand. "Poor child", she said. "Yours is indeed a life of torment."

Myling nodded.

"And what about the sword I gave you? Has it done you any good?"

Myling suddenly realised who the old woman was. It was the forest-witch that had given her Gastbane in the first place.

"You?!" exclaimed Myling.

"Aye", replied the witch. "It is me. I trust that Gastbane has served its purpose well, my poor dear. I bestowed it upon you because of your... nature..."

"Nature?"

The old woman gave her a mysterious smile. "I cannot and will not reveal what is happening to you right now, Myling. Even though I carry the answers, I cannot give them to you. You must find them for yourself if you want the truth to be revealed."

Myling stood up and wiped her tears on her sleeve. "And what truth would that be?"

"Everything", said the witch. "Why the wraiths and the Great Shadow are haunting your every footstep. Why you feel like you don't belong here. Why you have trouble to remember anything from your past."

Myling suddenly recalled the arrow which had penetrated her straight through the chest, but left no wound. "Does this has to do with anything about why I seemingly can't be damaged with normal weapons?"

The witch turned her back on her. "I cannot answer that question, as I said. You will have to find the answer for yourself. Let's just say that your 'situation' has picked my interest and is a part of something bigger than you could even begin to comprehend."

Myling sighed. "I don't think so. My whole existence is pointless. I can't even make friends properly. I tried to befriend a man back in Riften, Rowan, but... being whatever I am made a mess of everything. As usual..."

"No order without chaos", added the witch and started to walk away.

"You have never told me your name!" called Myling after her.

"It's Riamide", replied the woman. "And we will meet again, dear Myling. Be so sure of that..."

(Kudos to whomever can figure out just who the witch is.)