Skyrim Drabble Thing

A young girl of around 7 sat in her bedroom, leafing through her spell books. She heard scuffling through the halls and her mother was suddenly standing in her doorway.

"Darling, come quick!" she said slightly out of breath. "There's something going on with the family by the square!"

The young blonde set down her book and ran after her mother. Together they dashed through the square and stood by the edge of the crowd that had accumulated by the entrance of a house. Listening in on their muttered conversations, she picked up a few things.

"That the Romano's new child?" a man asked another.

"Yes, a girl. But it's not what has people so excited..." he replied.

"They said her eyes are that of a Dragon's!" a woman to the girl's right cried out happily. "A Dragonborn!"

The girl's eyes widened. A Dragonborn? She heard of those in school! Something about being blessed by Akatosh with the soul of a Dragon and being incredibly rare. She made her way through the crowd, slipping by their legs and inside.

The inside of the house was crowded too, around a bed in the corner. She could hear them whispering in awe as they examined the child, who was wailing loudly. She made her way to the bed to see a woman laying there, cradling a baby swaddled in blankets. The blonde got up on a stool to get a better view of the baby. The mother noticed this and, with a warm smile, beckoned her closer. As she grew nearer, the baby stopped crying, and slowly opened her eyes, exposing their chocolate brown color. But instead of round pupils, they were slits with a bit of fierceness mixed with their innocence. The young blonde smiled at the baby, and she smiled back. She reached out a chubby pink hand to her and giggled.

"Have you come up with a name for her?" someone asked a man by the mother, presumably her father.

"Yes. It's Rean."

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Sitting under the shade of a tree, the young blonde girl, now 16 years old, sketched the bright green expanse of a field. Although, the peace was broken when she heard someone yelling. A young girl ran by, her brown hair flying in the wind. She looked to be about nine. In her hand was a small wooden sword as she fled from a group of four boys, all around the age of ten.

One of the boys shot at her with a slingshot, hitting her head and making her trip. The brunette scrambled to her feet and backed away, pointing her sword at them with shaky hands.

The biggest one, the leader no doubt, stepped forward. "You think you're so cool? Just because you're a Dragonborn means that you can do whatever you want?"

She shook her head in response, tears streaming down her face. "No! That's not what I think at all!"

The leader walked up and punched her. "Don't bother lying, you stupid bitch!"

Just as they were about to beat the living daylights out of her, the blonde girl surged forward between the sobbing child and the gang. Her eyes glowed dangerously in a white light as flames danced between her fingertips. She glared at them. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" she growled.

The leader glared at her defiantly and took a step forward. But then fell over backwards as a patch of grass in front of him burst into flames.

The gang stared at her in fear before running back whence they came. The blonde turned back towards the child and helped her up. The younger girl dusted off her clothes and wiped her eyes. Upon further inspection, she had several bruises and cuts, most of which were bleeding. The older girl led her back to the shade of the tree and busied herself with healing the child's injuries.

The brunette spoke. "Thanks for saving me back there. I don't know what would've happened to me if you didn't."

The blonde smiled at her. "No problem." She leaned back. "I healed all your injuries. But I can't do anything about your clothes though..."

The younger examined her clothes. They were covered in dirt and some blood, with a few tears here and there. She shrugged and gave a lopsided grin. "Eh. Nothing a wash and some mending can't fix." She stood up, the older following suit. She held out her hand. "I'm--"

"Rean, I know. Everyone knows the Dragonborn." She grinned reassuringly when the other rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. The blonde shook the outstretched hand. "The name's Sess."

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In the early light of dawn five years later, Sess stood at the outskirts of her hometown, Rean standing right beside her. Ever since the day they met, they fit together like two peas in a pod. Because of the tight friendship they had, they had even gotten a pair of matching rings.

This was it. Today was the day the two of them would set out to explore the land.

They'd been waiting years for this.

Sess tightened her scarf and gripped the straps of her pack. She glanced at her friend. "You ready for this?"

Rean adjusted the white wolf-eared cap sitting atop her head. She grinned widely, her Dragon-like eyes glinting in the early morning sun. Her sword's hilt shined brightly at her hip. "You bet your sweet ass I am."