Kapitel 4: Beitild - Picking at the Prey
She makes her way out of the cold mines into the slightly warmer air. While taking in a deep breath, her workers walk past her. The moonlight gives just enough light for Beitild to know who's walking past. Someone taps on her shoulder and when she looks over, she sees a miner that she doesn't recognize. She thinks they might be one of Leigelf's.
"What is it?" Her tone is sharp and brutal. She doesn't have the time for someone else's miner, much less after work hours. The stranger stares at her for a short while before asking their question.
"Is this your mine?" Their voice is monotone, and it almost sounds like they're trying to disguise it.
"It is but I'm turning in for the night so if you're planning to mine ore for me, you'll have to wait until morning." Beitild stays weary of the stranger. If she lets one of her ex husbands miners in they could destroy everything. She can tell that they're pondering and it's quiet for a short while before they pipe back up.
"Would it be possible to mine now and then bring it to you in the morning?" The stranger's pitch stays the same and continues to confuse Beitild who doesn't waste any time denying them entry into her mine.
"I would rather watch and make sure you're actually doing it properly, the ore veins can be sensitive to the pickaxe and if it's done the wrong way it'll deplete it faster." Beitild does not want them in her mine at all at this point. It would be fine if she could see them and make sure they aren't one of his, but she can't and it isn't like she can ask and know they'll be telling the truth. "Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave." Beitild sees them nod and walk away.
Continuing on the path to her right, Beitild makes her way down the hill to her house. She ponders on her night terrors, wondering if they'll be back tonight. She shakes her head, removing any and every thought of nightmares from her mind. Placing a hand on her door she opens it and steps inside.
Sitting down in her chair at the table, she starts marking down in the ledger who worked and how much they worked. Taking sips of ale, she marks down how much everyone has earned that week and begins to place their wages into coin purses. 'I can give it to them in the morning before work. I really need to get some sleep tonight.' She stands from the chair, stretching as she does, and makes her way to her bed. It's never looked so cozy before.
In her dream she is paralyzed, frozen on her bed. She can do nothing but look around with her eyes. Her door opens and a Bosmer walks in, a pickaxe slung over her shoulder. She's humming a slight tune, it sounds like Ragnar the Red. Once the door is closed, Beitild watches them turn to her and begin to pace forward.
"I guess I'll have to mine for something else for now, seeing as the mines are closed." It's the same monotonous voice from earlier, this Bosmer is the stranger that spoke to her. Beitild can only watch as she inches closer and closer to the bed, hoping and praying that she'll wake up soon.
The elf steps up onto the bed and crouches over Beitild, staring directly into her eyes. There's a slight smile on her face as she begins to open her mouth to speak.
"I think I'll mine for blood to make my own iron." Her voice is sultry and sweet, forbidden. She lowers the pickaxe off of her shoulder and begins to press the head of it into Beitild's right arm, cutting directly through the skin. Beitild can feel the blood running down her arm, and she wants to scream but she can't. Tears begin to drip from her eyes and the wood elf takes notice.
"Hey," a soft voice reaches Beitild's ears. "You don't need to be afraid. Where you're going, you won't feel pain." The words are somewhat soothing to her. She doesn't notice her other arm being cut open, and the tears start to dry.
"Say 'hello' to Sithis for me." Ghel whispers softly as she places a nightshade in Beitild's left hand. Standing up straight, she steps down from the bed and leans the pickaxe against the bedpost. "May you reach the void swiftly."
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein