The son of Skyrim. Story #2 by Private95, literature
Literature
The son of Skyrim. Story #2
"Concentrate on your voice. Try to release its power," a tall, blond haired man told to his ten years old son.
The man had rugged features, long sebaceous blond hair; some strands were made in a pigtail. The man was well-build with board shoulders, strong neck, legs and arms. He was wearing white loose shirts with dark brown vest upon it, dark leather pants that were tucked in high leathered boots with steel protectors on them.
The boy nodded and made a deep breath and shouted as loud as he could.
"Fus!" but nothing happened. The boy frowned and growled angrily.
The little one was just a copy of his father. Even his clothes were almost th
Gods! What the hell was wrong with all those people?! Someone, explain it to me, please! Wherever I went, everyone was looking at me like I was some kind of monster or the worst enemy of this land itself!
I didn't really know where to go. I didn't know this place at all. Or maybe I just couldn't remember? Argh! It's killing me! A nescience of who I am, where I came from was ripping me from inside. The only thing I could remember is my name Sinn. Yeah, but still better than nothing.
The day was going to its end. I could see a few stars on the sky. Ralof had said something about the night Oh, yes, I remembered! He told to find so
Chapter 4
"Rose Garden Palace. Part 1"
Italy. Rome. 16th of September 2011. 05:08 am
"Kiddo! Kiddo, wake up!" Martin shook Ell as hard as he could but the girl still hadn't opened her eyes.
"Father Martin, I'm sleeping!" she mumbled under the blanket. The man growled annoyed and took the cover of off the girl. When Ellison felt that her shelter was destroyed in a rather rough way she finally opened her brown eyes and looked up at her torturer. "What?!" she wanted to sound menacingly but with a husky from the sleep voice it was a bit difficult.
"Get up and get dress. You have a mission," not wanting to listen what the priest would say nex
Chapter 3
You have to do it
Rome. Italy. Vatican. September 15th, 2011. 13:37 pm
"Urgh! Shit! Where are those damn keys?!" Ellison was standing in a highceiling whitewalled hallway in front of a high white wooden door. She was searching for her bunch of keys that was somewhere in her bag that was hanging over her left shoulder. "Yes! Gotcha!" the girl smirked victoriously and put out the bunch with about ten different keys.
"Miss Parker!" Ell heard someone shouting her name. The girl, by surprise, threw up a bunch of keys but after a second it met with the crown of her head.
"What!?" Ell yelled annoyed turning at the sound of
Peace and quiet. It was such a good day in Whiterun. The sun had risen above the town hours ago. People were bothered with their daily businesses. Children were running around, playing. The tavern had already been opened. People on the square started to open their trades, putting the goods on everyone's view. Guardians were making their usual way through the town. It was such a good day.
Suddenly a loud bells ring filled the air. People looked at the tower, where the sound was coming from.
"Dragon!" shouted a deep man's voice, sounding almost as loud as the bell. "Dragon is coming!"
And in the next moment a large shadow cross the town and
Chapter 1
In the name of the Father and Son and Holy Spirit
Rome. Italy. September 14th, 2011. 23:27 pm
"I've lost him!"
"What? Find him! He couldn't go too far!"
"Last time I saw him in the north-western part of the Old City!"
"Ellison!" Silence. "Ell?" Nothing. "Parker!" the man, who was talking, suddenly shouted on his portable radio. The girl, who had listened to the previous dialogue, frowned and covered her right ear with her palm. The voice was too loud and too sudden.
"What?!" the girl shouted crossly.
"Move your ass to the north-western part of the Old City! Now!" the man ended the conversation.
"Sometimes I hate him so much
The Angel that came from Hell
This story is inspired by Kazue Kato's anime "Ao No Exorcist", Mikael Håfström's film "The Rite" and the series of films "The Exorcist".
Many people say
That they don't believe in Devil
But they do believe in God.
Isn't the faith in God
Means the faith in Devil?
Prologue
"Do you believe now?"
The 10th of November, 1999 year. West Orange, Texas.
It was dark cold rainy night. The weather was terrible. The sun had hidden behind the horizon long time ago and hadn't left any reminding about its warmth and light. Puddles were reflecting light of street lanterns.
A figure w
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