The Other Side of Nirn

Chapter 6: Searching and Reading

Samiel looked at the library of the greatest warrior, his closest friend, and the most brilliant strategist, whom was now missing. The mages confirmed they were still alive, but something was blocking their power. Samiel knew, as did the few others who were close friends to her, that if there were an explanation why, it would be in her library. She had managed to have an enchanter place a spell upon her desk, to where it would have an infinite amount of space. She had the desk well organized, books upon the Dark Brotherhood, the Thieves guild, islands known in the seas, and Oblivion. She had a book for just about everything imaginable, for she kept her eyes open for any books.

However, all throughout the desk, inside, outside, beneath, on top, he could not find a book with the answer he searched for. He had searched all day and all through the night in the desk, and he finaly concluded that the book wasn’t in the desk. ‘Perhaps she took it with her, to read on the trip,’ he thought to himself. But that only brought one feeling, and that was the urge to discover where Jordan went. But he swore to himself he would find answers, that he will not chase Jordan blindly.

He shuddered at the memory that came to him. Jordan had turned the prison into a graveyard in his wake, killing all the guards brave enough to face him. Those who made even a single motion to grab their weapons were slew with the speed few vampires had. By the time Samiel reached the prison, Jordan jumped off the bridge, landing safely at the bottom as he smiled to Samiel. Samiel had chosen to help the survivors of Jordan’s wake, and had let Jordan go. When he looked upon the ‘prison’, he was met with the most sickening site of all.

Blood and arms, heads and legs, the faces of the dead many. Sometimes, Samiel wondered how the kind and modest Sadie could possibly be brothers to a merciless assassin like Jordan. The survivors had it worse. They were bitten, pale, and would no doubt lose their lives, however slowly, for they were cut in some of the major arteries, but minor enough to make their death slow. Most assassins in Samiel’s experience were quick to kill their targets, but Jordan knew what pain and suffering truly meant.

The little information they could get from the survivors made little sense, but Samiel knew where to look. Although… he couldn’t find the book.

He sat in the chair behind him, and tried to think of something. ‘If I were Bonde, where would I hide a book of information like that continent?’ he thought to himself, unable to remember what the book had called it. Then it hit him. More like a sudden slap really, but either way, he stood up and ran to her bed. He ran his hand under the pillow, searching for any crevices that would indicate Bonde’s craftsman’s ship. And he found it, too thick for a thief to look, yet thin enough for someone who was looking for it. He opened it and found the book he was looking for, entitled with the words ‘Lands Beyond Tamriel’. He skimmed the contents page and went to page 573, chapter name, A Bordered Land, Equestria. He smiled as faint memories of his last reading retuned. Memories of a magical barrier, of a advanced species, whom earned their technology from a long extinct race. And that species, was much like those of Tamriel, able to be regal, yet ready to fight. He knew where they were. And if he knew assassins like Jordan, he’d find him too. It was only a matter of time.

But did he have enough of it? For his instincts told him Jordan was after Sadie, Naranel, and possibly even Dylan.

‘No, I will not think such thoughts,’ Samiel thought to himself. “I WILL reach them before Jordan. But how?” he said outloud, unintending.

His thoughts were interupted by a knock on the door. He went downstairs and found himself face to face with a Kajiit named Tyagosa, a skilled assassin who despised the Dark Brotherhood’s Listener, Jordan. She was with the normal eye color as other vampires, and was eager to step inside out of the rain outside.

“The mages are ignorant and have begun to believe that they are dead. But you and I both know that would not happen so suddenly,” she said as she sat.

“That is the problem with many, they trust their power too much.”

“Did you find anything that may have given a lead?”

“Something better. Just where they went,” he answered as he handed Tyagosa the book.

“‘Lands Beyond Tamriel’? You expect a book to help us?”

“It’s like Bonde always says, ‘You may know much, but books tell more’, or something along those lines.”

“Indeed, or are you sure your not thinking of ‘When you are lost, search for help?’” Tya was right, Bonde said so many sayings it was impossible to keep up with them all. And some of those sayings were… strange.

“We must leave soon, I do not want to stay here. It’s odd without Bonde here,” Samiel said to break the silence he had not noticed.

“Agreed. ‘This may be a house, but home is with your friends’” Tya said, sneaking one of Bonde’s sayings in.

And so, the two stood and left, ready for what lay ahead.

But not for what lay behind…