“Hey, Khajiit! What is your name, boy?”
I turned at stared at the man. He was a Nord, probably about 40. I could tell he used to be a warrior or adventurer as he had many scars on his face. He looked angry. “Dar’sul.”
“Well then Dar’sul, what are you doing in Windhelm, in my shop?”
He said with such anger and spitefulness that I would have attacked the man, probably would have killed him as well, but I kept my cool.
“Dar’sul works with the Khajiit caravans and has been sent into town to get some food and beverages? You sell food, no?”
“I do, but I will sell none to your kind. You cat people, those lizard men and those damned Elves polluting our air! I want you out of here or I’ll call the guards!”
That was it. I couldn’t hold back my claws. It was a blur of blood and screaming. Next thing I knew there a dead Nord lying at my feet screaming and burbling blood.
I ran out of the shop. Suddenly a guard stood in front of me. “Stop cat!” he yelled before kicking me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain. My vision started to blur. I could feel myself being lifted by two guards and being dragged on my knees. Then there was darkness.
Two months have passed. The Nord that I had attacked died shortly after. I was then sentenced to life in prison. I was sent to an unnamed prison, one that was specially designed for housing prisoners who would never be set free. Nobody knew it existed because no one got out. My cell was the same for hundreds of other inmates. It was small, and rectangular in shape. It had a bed, table, chair and a toilet. Three of the four walls were identical. The fourth were bars, just small enough to stop me from squeezing out. Out of the bars I could see hundreds of other cells. Below I could see a courtyard where prisoners were either fighting or breaking rocks. I lay in my bed wondering about escape. They say it is impossible. Could that really be true? I got up and walked out of the door. It was during the day so prisoners were allowed to walk around. I walked down the stairs into the large courtyard. I sat down at looked around. I suppose this is my new life from now on. I would have continued thinking but I heard a shout directed at me. “Hey cat man! Are ya’ any good at fighting?”
The voice came from a small dark elf. He jogged up to me with excitement. He thrust his hand out for me to shake it. I grabbed his hand tight. No hard enough for it to hurt, but enough for him to know that I was his superior. “Yes, dark elf.”
“Good, because I really need your help.”
“And what makes you think I’ll help you?”
“Because you are new here. You’ll need friends to survive in a place like this.”
“And don’t you have any friends?”
Before the dark elf could answer he was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. The assailant was a huge Orc. The Orc grabbed him by the throat and lifted the small man off the ground. “I want my money Relammus”
The dark elf, or Relammus, was struggling to breath let alone talk. He managed to sputter out a few words. “I… please… just… just more…time…”
The Orc threw him to the ground again. He started to furiously kick Relammus in the stomach. I decided to help the guy. I leapt at the Orc slashing my claws across his face. He staggered back but remained upright. He then punched me in the stomach. It was like being hit by a war hammer. I was doubled over so I very nearly missed his next attack. It was a slam from both of his clenched fists. It might have killed me. I rolled to his left side and punched his stomach. It hurt but he didn’t show it. I was too surprised to notice his elbow about to hit my face. It hurt. I lay on the floor as the towering Orc stood above me. He then lifted me by the throat like he did Relammus. I looked at his face. It was full of anger and the desire for blood. Suddenly it changed. Gone was the anger. It replaced by pain, then despair and finally death. He then dropped to his knees letting me go. I took a step back and saw an Argonian behind the Orc with a shiv in his hand. It was bloody. I thanked the man who introduced himself as Julanza. The Argonian went over to Relammus and helped him up. It seemed like they knew each other. Relammus thanked both me and Julanza. I told him it was no problem, but I think that the Orc might have broken a few ribs. I staggered back to my cell and lay in my bed. I closed my eyes and slept the longest I think I’ve ever slept. I was really starting to regret killing that Nord and its only my first day in prison.
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