My Little Dovahkiin: Wrath of the Damned

Chapter 3

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The Rift, Skyrim. Somewhere southeast of Shor's Stone.

Silence was what followed. Isen was still suspicious of the women, but he decided to keep it to himself. The girls stood uneasily. The rainbow headed one shuffled her feet in the dirt. The blonde powerhouse whistled quietly and looked in every direction but forward. The purple-haired lady was looking over Isen, slightly frowning at intervals. The indigo one was most likely thinking about the current situation, trying to find a solution. The one referred to as 'Pinkie Pie' was still smiling, though she had taken a few steps back from him. The girl with the turquoise eyes was staring at from behind a tree.

Finally, the indigo-haired woman broke the silence.

"First off, who and what are you?" she said.

Isen was taken aback by this. How could these people not know what they were? Usually, narcotics only went as far as hallucinations. He couldn't pin it on alcohol. They would have to be more than just Sanguine Rose-drunk to forget what they are. He would know. And magic only went so far in the fields of memory loss.

"The name's Isen Storm-Rider. I'm a human, more specifically a Nord, just like you. Um…are you all right?" he responded. The other girls, turquoise-eyes included, began examining themselves in curiosity. 'I wonder what could do this.' He thought as he observed the girls' behavior. 'These poor women don't even know their own species.'

Looking back at Isen, the indigo-hair started biting her lip. "Well, 'Isen', could you perhaps tell us where in relation we are to Equestria?" she asked. Isen could tell she was uneasy, judging from both body language and the unsure look in her violet eyes.

"I don't know any hold or province in Tamriel by that name. You sure you're okay?" he said in a calming tone, trying desperately to calm the woman's tense nerves. He failed.

"WHAT!" she cried in fear. "How could you not know where Equestria is? I mean, come on! It's impossible for us to have transported to an entirely different dimen-!"

Before the rant reached its climax, the blonde lady interjected. "Could ya tell us where we are then, sugarcube?" she asked.

"You're in The Rift, the southeastern hold of Skyrim, which is the most northern province of Tamriel, the continent." He stated matter-of-factly.

The woman took this into contemplation. "Well, my name's Applejack. Pleasure to meet ya, Isen." She said. "Ya already know Pinkie Pie, the silly filly. Miss 'Fancy-Science' over here is Twiligh' Sparkle, and….well, Ah'll let the others introduce themselves."

Expecting this, rainbow-hair jumped at Isen. "My name is Rainbow Dash, the fastest thing alive!" she said smirking. As she approached, she tripped over a tree-stump, landing flat on her face. Isen stifled a laugh at the outtake.

'Dash' picked herself up as the purple-haired woman stepped forward. "My goodness, darling," she exclaimed. "You look absolutely dreadful in those rags. A strong…. well, whatever you are should deserve better garments. Oh, um, the name's Rarity by the way, dear." Isen flinched at this. Beautiful appearance, wealthy attitude, and a high-n'-mighty accent; she'd fit right in with the Imperial nobility.

The last girl was still hiding behind a tree. Doing his best not to scare her (She was obviously not a people person), Isen put on a reassuring smile and crouched down to eye level with the girl. "It's alright, friend. I'm not going hurt you. What's your name?"

The girl looked at him with fearful eyes, but after seeing his actions, eased up a little. She looked at the ground nervously and, in almost a whisper, said: "My n-n-name I-is Fl-fl-flutt…."

Isen slightly frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Could you say it again, please?"

"M-my name is Fl-fl-fluttershy." She repeated, this time ending it with a 'squee' sound.

Isen put his smile back on. "So your name is 'Fluttershy'?" he questioned. Fluttershy nodded in confirmation. At this, Isen stood up again and offered her a helping hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Fluttershy." He stated in a calm tone as to sooth her.

Fluttershy took the hand and was slowly raised to her unsteady feet. Still quivering, she walked over to her comrades while uttering, "Likewise."

Isen looked over the group. He was unsure what to do next. After a moment of thought, he made his decision. "Now that the formalities are out of the way," he stated. "How about we go back to my camp; get you girls something to wear." He pointed towards in the general direction of his camp. "It's right over there."

"And if we don't?" asked Twilight.

"Well, if the cold or starvation doesn't get you, then the wolves will."

As if on order, a loud 'howl' was heard.

After hearing this, Twilight visibly paled and took the other girls into a huddle, talking back and forth in hushed voices. Sometimes they would look at him or shift their feet. After a minute or two of this, they all faced him. "We'll go with you, but only if you answer our questions." said Twilight.

Isen gave a curt nod. Twilight gathered the 5 other girls and followed him as headed towards his campsite. Tonight was going to be a long night.