Bloodied Hands - Skyrim Story
“Lucien!” Ren panicked, the bandit just too close, too close to slicing Lucien apart right before his eyes. Kaidan was too far away, Strom was wrestling off a few others. The bandits had successfully separated the two mages from their melee counterparts and while the two did their best to impair and capture most of the bandits, the ice was giving away. And as much as Ren didn’t wish, lives were going to be lost.
A burst of energy rushed through the half elf; a feeling all too familiar as his palms seared in agony and his burns throbbed from the use of the magic. A vine wrapped around the bandit who had the scholar pinned and yanked him back. Back into a wall of spikes that had been summoned right as the vine wrapped around his ankle. He was dead.
The life in his eyes rolled back as the hand with the weapon twitched. He was looking right into Ren’s eyes. A stark image of horror was plastered on the irises and the Druid felt like he was going to be sick. His body shook, knees growing weak as he realized what he had done. Looking down at his hands, Ren wanted to disappear, to close his eyes and never open them back up. Images of blood covered hands overwhelmed his senses and all he could do was scream.
Ren sat alone. With only his faithful companion, Rua’sha, and familiar, Nightshade, at his side. The other three surrounded the campfire, observing the smaller male with heavy chests.
“I don’t understand why he did that,” Lucien’s voice was soft, his eyes sorrowful as he looked upon his friend. “I’ve never seen him-“ he couldn’t finish the sentence. Even thinking about it made him put aside the beef stew that Strom had cook. “Kaidan, you know Ren very well, could you tell me why?”
Kaidan’s glance bounced slowly between Lucien and Ren until finally he sighed. “I can only tell you as much as I know,” he begun. “But I bet you it has something to do with his past and the scars left behind.”
“Ren isn’t-“ Strom stopped for a moment, his gaze shifting towards Kaidan who only avoided it. “He doesn’t say much of his past and when he tries it’s like he relives it.”
“Trapped in his own world?” Lucien asked.
“Yes, like that.”
They all grew silent once more, eyes occasionally looking at ten who was petting both Nightshade and Rua, leaning into the panther’s body a bit as he did. And before he could stop himself, the imperial stood up with a small look of determination as he moved forwards towards the mage. The other two men only watched, not moving from their spots to let the two friends talk.
Lucien was slow in his approach, jumping when both the panther and strange 7 legged creature looked at him. Though, when they did nothing, he continued his way forward until he was sitting on a stump near Ren, watching the stars in silence. Neither of them said anything and when the imperial went to open his mouth he heard the slightest purr, a small sound from the panther and when he looked over, tears were falling down Ren’s eyes. His body shook and he was choking back a sob.
There was no thought or sound at all when Lucien stood back up and wrapped his arms around the half elf. Holding him tight as he cried softly into his hand, keeping the sobs from coming out. “Hush,” Lucien’s voice was a soft whisper, petting Ren’s hair and rocking him back and forth. “It’s okay, we’re here. You’re not alone.”
That only made Ren cry harder.
