May Those Above Judge Me

Damn them. Damn them all! My heart just sank upon hearing the terrible news of the Stormcloaks' attack on my beloved Whiterun. To compound to my shame, the courier had already run off to who-knows-what destination before I can take back the letter I had written for that wretched Kousei. He was in that battle, that much was plain. Our sources specifically stated that someone who could use the Thu'um took part in the fight to take the city, and they weren't referring to Ulfric Stormcloak either.

Jarl Elisif and Falk Firebeard begged me to stay in Solitude and officially lend my aid to the Legion right then and there, but I had to go back to Whiterun and see the scale of the damage myself. Even at that moment, I still hoped. Hoped that perhaps it was all just a rumor. Hoped that they were wrong about Kousei. But only a fool would hope for that, as I learned later on.

Not even seen the worst of it yet.

Tears came to my eyes when I saw how Whiterun had changed. Smoke still rose from the ashes of several ruined houses even though the siege was completed several days ago. The beautiful Gildergreen was spared, thankfully, even though sections of the park lay in ruins. I sought out my young daughter at once, and I cried out in relief to see that she was safe. Lucia clung on to me for a while, refusing to let go. And so I spent the night with her in Breezehome, humming songs to her like my own mother did when I was upset. It assuaged Lucia's grief a little. If only I could say the same for mine.

War children.

It took me until the next morning to get myself composed enough to finally enter Dragonsreach. I stared blankly at Vignar Gray-Mane sitting on Jarl Balgruuf the Greater's throne. He wasted no time bragging about how glorious the Stormcloaks were when they took Whiterun, especially showering praise on the formidable ally of theirs who could well be the Dragonborn of legend. At that moment, my heart turned to stone. I wasn't there to protect my beloved Whiterun. I wasn't there to help protect Jarl Balgruuf.

No.

I was lured out of it. That damned Redguard tricked me out of it all.

I hope your thirst for blood has been satisfied, Kousei.

I rushed back to Solitude as quickly as Arvak can take me and wasted no time demanding an audience with General Tullius in Castle Dour. He was a little irritated at the intrusion, but he stopped his complaints upon seeing me. Clearly, he never thought he'd cross paths again with the Imperial prisoner who was unlucky enough to be caught in the same ambush that temporarily put Ulfric Stormcloak in chains.

And another of those prisoners is on the other side of the War!

When he asked about my purpose for wanting to talk to him, I went straight to the point and told him that I wished to enlist in the Legion. The General took a moment to consult with his second-in-command, the Nord Legate Rikke, who encouraged him to accept me as part of their ranks. They have received word from Jarl Elisif herself about my recent feat against Queen Potema's shade. If I have her trust, then the Legion would benefit from me too.

"Good feelings" are hard to come by these days.

Assured of my credentials, General Tullius told me of the oath I should take to complete my initiation into the Legion. I took a deep breath before I confirmed my readiness. No turning back now.

I am more for the citizens than for the Emperor.

As I repeated the General's words, I thought about how I delayed choosing sides in this cursed war for Kousei's sake. I knew he was already a full-fledged Stormcloak ever since we began our correspondence, and I was afraid of driving a chasm too deep to be crossed between us. I loved him. I really did! And all my misplaced trust landed Whiterun right in Stormcloak hands. I can just imagine how he will mock and spit upon my words of love when my letter -- perhaps the last letter I'll ever send -- reaches him. Did he ever love me? Perhaps he did, but it was not enough for him to abandon the Stormcloak cause. Maybe he stopped loving me the moment he uncovered my Nightingale identity. Once a thief, always a thief -- those were his own words! Even worse, maybe he had always held my Imperial heritage against me. In that case, he is no different from those fanatic traitors in Riften.

Sounds like some prophecy.

Once I have finished saying the oath, General Tullius stopped a moment to ponder on what next action to take. My level of skill, especially in stealth, was beyond that of a regular soldier. He then permitted me to bypass the initial rank of Auxillary and straight into one of the higher ranks. I am a Legionnaire now, and there is a war to be fought.

Does the Legion have any sniper positions open?

Too long, I have allowed myself to be swayed by a false front. Should my blade cross his in the field of battle, all the better. No more pretending. If it's Imperial blood he wants, he will have to get through me first. May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty.

- Kiya

Peace and Blood

Flaming rocks flew atop our heads and hit the ground, burning the ground and the grass they rolled onto. Arrows wildly whizzed everywhere. The sky was dark with the smoke of burning trees and rooftops. This is how we'll leave when we're finished, no matter the outcome.

Galmar and I and our squad of soldiers stood outside Whiterun, listening to Galmar's speech against the Empire and the elf-loving Nords who don't know what it's like to live freely. We stood at attention while huge rocks and arrows flew toward us and destroyed stables and farms. We screamed, screamed for the freedom of Skyrim! My second home. My home. 

Who threw that rock? It missed entirely!

As soon as Galmar screamed, "FOR SKYRIM!" we sprinted across the battlefield towards the gates, weapons ready to swing. I dodged arrows aimed at my head--my comrades were not lucky enough. I saw them get crushed under rocks, blood splattering around, and I saw them get hit by arrows, piercing their heads like needles through cloth. I sprinted and sprinted, wanting to end this battle as soon as it started. This is what I saved Kiya from: the destruction and death of the people she lived with. I did what I could to protect her.

I wonder what that horse is doing in the middle of the battlefield.

Swords and axes and war hammers swung at armored citizens of Skyrim from both sides of the war. Heads got disemboweled, arms ripped off, and chests burst with pointed ends. I was at the front lines, carving Imperial soldiers with my words and sword. I felt a pang of sadness and regret that grew stronger and stronger with every soldier killed, be it Imperial or Stormcloak. Is this what I'm fighting for? I guess we are always going to need bloodshed in order to get peace. 

Oh, hey Ralof! (Not in the illumination.)

I pushed these feelings aside and continued pushing deeper into Whiterun. It looked like we were winning, leaving a trail of dead bodies along the way. We stormed the districts, slaughtering enemy soldiers through familiar grounds. I passed a glance at Breezehome to make sure it was safe from harm. I wished I had taken Lucia out of that house before this battle started, but it was too late. All I could do was to wish to the gods they keep her safe.

NO! I'll beat you to it!

Only a handful of my comrades were left to finish the job. The doors of Dragonsreach were open, inviting us in, nay, taunting us to come inside and fight. Several soldiers together with the Jarl and his housecarl were left standing in our way to reclaim Whiterun to our cause. We charged. Two of my comrades immediately fell down to Irileth's magic. I felled two of their guards in return. I blocked the housecarl's magic as easily as bringing her down to her knees. I stepped over her unconscious body and started for the Jarl. He was ready with his sword, but I knew he was no match for me. I urged him not to fight this fight, for it was already over. 

Are you ready, Jarl?

He swung at me with all his might. I blocked it with my shield and bashed him. The force of my shield pushed him away and threw the sword off his hands. He said, "Enough!" The coward. I knew it. He stayed behind his big doors and sat on his fancy throne, waiting for someone else to take action. He got his wish. Here I am. 

Die like your soldiers, you coward!

Vignar, seemingly out of nowhere, arrived at Dragonsreach and disgraced Jarl Balgruuf. He told him to run away from this place, as he had no place in Whiterun anymore. It was true. Whiterun needs a new leader, one who will have more passion. Whiterun is ours. Our first step towards freedom.

Vignar claiming the throne. Like he did any work.

I do not know what Balgruuf's intentions were, but I let him approach me. He was surprised that I was a Stormcloak and expressed his regret and anger at me. "You'll all come to regret this day," he said. One day I probably will, I can feel it.

Well, you should have thought better.

This is the start of a new age in Skyrim. We do not need anyone telling us who to worship or what to do. We cannot let anyone bully us into submission. My mother died fighting people in power who oppressed us, and I will do the same. 

Queen of the Putrescine

My Dearest Kousei,

I do hope everything's all right on your side. It was really kind of you to tell me that I should attend to the request of Jarl Elisif's steward as soon as I got his summons. Prior to that, I was unable to tell you about how I foiled an attempt to resurrect Potema of Solitude (better known by her epithet "The Wolf Queen") in Wolfskull Cave. I had thought the affair was done and over with, but apparently I was wrong.

Did I forget to clean up something?

As soon as I arrived in the Blue Palace, Falk Firebeard requested me to see the Priest of Arkay, Styrr. The old man would be able to explain the matter better, he said. Turns out the shade that was Queen Potema had retreated to some catacombs in the underbelly of Solitude and was causing havoc. Her remains still carried her willful consciousness, and it'd have to be cleansed of her influence if she were to be stopped once and for all.

So I'll have to drag Potema's rotting remains to the Temple of Arkay.

What I know about the Wolf Queen was mostly from books, and amazingly, the Daedric Prince Sheogorath (after all, it was the mind of her son that I had to "cleanse" several letters ago). I guess I have faced much worse enemies before, but I sincerely hoped that the histories were overstating the extent of Queen Potema's debaucheries. Alas, the Wolf Queen was as dangerous to deal with in death as she was in life. There was a different gravity to her voice (a huge difference from our encounter in Wolfskull Cave), and she used it to taunt me every once in a while as I traversed her catacombs...

Thanks, but no thanks.

...catacombs which were filled with traps unlike others I have seen. Potema was a master of Necromancy, as evidenced by the hordes of draugr and vampires -- the first vampires I've seen since we laid waste to Castle Volkihar -- patrolling her halls. But what struck me most were these devious rotating doors. It takes some timing to get them to stop at the right position, and only the Wolf Queen could have conceived of them.

Think you can handle one?

How about three?

Massacre of the undead.

Potema greeted me in one of the last chambers of her hideaway, and I beheld the same swirling mass of light and energy she had taken in Wolfskull Cave. Not yet fully resurrected, indeed. It was the resting place of her "Inner Council," and I had to force my way past them to get to her.

Blue fire against red.

I was unable to get a proper illumination of the fight with Potema's Inner Council due to the need for concentration. Her "Inner Council" was really just a collection of draugr, but there were waves and waves of them. Potema would resurrect some of the downed undead to fight me even more, and she occasionally lashed down with what looked like lightning. The battle was further compounded by the eerie glow cast by the Wolf Queen's consciousness. It was quite difficult to make out your enemies' positions if all you can see was a blinding shade of blue.

Even in phantom form, you are skeletal.

I was beginning to wonder if Potema will ever stop resurrecting the draugr, but thankfully, I can cast more Destruction spells than she could resurrect their rotting hides. I finally got to face the Wolf Queen herself (her remains, rather), and it was her spells against mine. Nonetheless, I have to thank you for giving me a hand with my bladework, Kousei. Queen Potema's magic was not to be underestimated. I crossed blades with the phantom queen before she fell, at long last.

Did you glue that circlet to your skull in death or in life?

I had to pause to regain my breath before I snatched the Wolf Queen's skull from her throne and went on my way. It was still cloaked by her malevolent aura. I knew I had to get it cleansed as soon as I can, or I might end up becoming the new Wolf Queen in mind, if not in name.

You were guilty of inaction before I came around.

How relieved I was when Styrr took the skull from me! As he put Arkay's influence into the remains, he casually remarked that if Potema had been successfully resurrected, she would no doubt and by rights be Empress. I stopped in surprise; I had not even considered that. I only know too well about the criticisms aimed at the current Mede Dynasty, and how their glories pale against those of the preceding Septim rulers. However, I pushed the thought out of my mind at once. Attempting to bring back the Septim Dynasty by putting a resurrected Potema on the Imperial Throne will do more harm than good.

Food for thought, from Falk Firebeard.

Falk was grateful for my efforts, and he shared my thoughts about Queen Potema in the War. I had to smile. Like so many countless others, I often wish that the War had never started at all. But then again, that is wishful thinking, because its roots run deep into history -- far more than anyone can control. We may lament every now and then about the mistakes of the past, but what was done was done. Perhaps it's not so much about bringing back the glory days, but rather, about making most of our limited lifetimes. In the end, we can only hope that we will not make the same mistakes that they did.

With Love,

Kiya

Silence Has Been Broken

My Dearest Kousei,

It's a relief that I could finally get back to writing to you without a heavy heart weighing down the quill. Despite your assurances in your earlier letter, I was admittedly dreading the thought of facing you again. What if you seek to kill me the way you slaughtered your fellow Redguards in cold blood? We met in the same place where you discovered the truth of my Nightingale identity, but I did not reveal myself right away. The shadows had been my home for the past few days, and I stayed there a little longer, watching as you approached. You stood there for a few moments in silence before you turned to where I was sitting. Now, I do not know what kind of training the Companions have been giving you, but I certainly laud them for giving you such uncanny tracking skills.

You called out my name, but even then I refused to budge from my hiding place. Slowly, you took off your helmet and laid aside your weapons. You knelt close to where I was and offered your hands out to me.

"Please, Kiya, you were never afraid of me before," you said.

Something in your tone made my heart clench, and with trembling fingers, I laid my hands in yours. You pulled me into your arms at once. I told myself beforehand that I would not cry, but I guess my plans ended up being thrown out the window. Oh Kousei, I really thought I had lost you.

You're back in paparazzi mode -- good!

We spent a few moments comforting each other, giving tender reassurances that all that has been done was forgiven. Just then, a little note fell from my armor. It was a bounty letter handed out personally by Anuriel, Jarl Laila's steward. I had obtained it from her the day before when I was looking for work, and you were quick to suggest that we take care of the bandit leader together. I enthusiastically agreed. Nothing like repairing a relationship by clearing a bandit hideout together.

Were you afraid the bounty carried my name due to my associations?

The bandits had set up camp in the Dwemer ruins of Bthalft. It was nearing nightfall when we got there, but it was all the better. I am one with the night, and as I have seen lately, so are you. The darkness is on our side.

A lone Dwemer tower in the middle of nowhere.

Just our luck, the bandit leader was standing right at a place where I have a clear shot with my bow. I was able to bring her down with a well-aimed arrow to the head, and you swiftly dispatched of the other bandits who launched a futile counterattack. I got a little disconcerted by the unusually savage form of attack you utilized. I am no stranger to your feats of strength with blade and shield, but to see you pummeling opponents to the ground after jumping on them was something new. Come to think of it, you tried to pin me down that way during our chase around the Rift, didn't you? However, fear not -- I don't consider it to be a matter of grave concern. I really missed fighting by your side, my love, and that's what matters.

Bad idea to stand in the open when you got a marker on your head.

Instead of hurrying back to Mistveil Keep, we chose to spend the night in the safety of the ruins. Gods, how I missed the feel of your skin on mine, without any armor standing in the way. I do not know who (or what) introduced you to your current beastly battle stance, but the way you've applied it to... other aspects has certainly put a smile to my face. Just one thing though, my darling. Were your eyes always so amber in color? I kept convincing myself that it was only the way the lamplight shone on your eyes, but the more I pictured it in my mind, the more it did not seem to be a trick of light.

I wonder where the bandits got this.

If you had your way, I guess we would have continued until daylight, but you kindly stopped to allow me some much-needed sleep. When I awoke, you showed me a pair of blades you found in one of the chests nearby. They were dragon bone, that much we can see. But their design differed considerably from the conventional shape of Skyrim's blades, and I took a liking to them immediately. You offered me one, and I readily agreed. We sparred together for a few minutes using our new blades, but you must have noticed that something was on my mind. You stayed my hand and motioned that we should sit on one of the crates so we can talk comfortably.

I turned the blade idly in my hand as I muttered how it suddenly got me thinking about the Dragons, and their speech. You looked incredulous when I explained that the ability to Shout is not so easily learned, and that the two of us are anomalies where that's concerned. That was the first time I ever told anyone of my reservations about using the Thu'um, Kousei. We both know too well how it had changed the fate of Skyrim in the hands of Ulfric Stormcloak. You must have sensed my fear, because you placed your arm around me and explained that it was not so much a matter of weaponry, but rather, the hand wielding them. I had to smile at your warrior's wisdom. I do hope I will indeed be able to use the Thu'um wisely as you believed me capable of. At that moment, you took out the Nightingale hood that you've been keeping all this time, and gently placed it on me.

"I'd greatly love to see the pretty face beneath every once in a while, though," you said. I laughed a little. Of course, I can give you that.

So, shall we make a pilgrimage to High Hrothgar soon? I've heard the reclusive Greybeards may hold the answers regarding our inborn abilities to harness the dovah speech. Perhaps, they can shed more light into its nature so I would not have to fear it. Once again, thank you for taking me back, Kousei. I love you, and I always will.

All the best,

Kiya

We All Have Secrets

Kiya,

I needed a few days on my own to think about all that you had revealed to me in your letter. I am not quite sure if I should be surprised or not, having seen a lot of things that pointed to your being a thief. I could not think of any reason why I should not be mad at you for keeping a secret of such degree from me, except for the fact that we all have secrets, and I have one too. 

I suppose I should answer your question first. Yes, I remember those Alik'r warriors we saw in the Sleeping Giant Inn. I remember curtly nodding to them as they passed us by for a drink. I remember taking you by the arm and leading you out. I remember lopping their heads off a few days later. I killed them, Kiya! I will not deny now that I have much hatred for those Alik'r warriors. They took everything from me--everything! 

The Alik'r we saw were looking for a runaway Redguard woman named Saadia in Whiterun. She told me the truth: she spoke against the Aldmeri Dominion, and the Alik'r were assassins hired to kill her or take her back to Hammerfell and execute her. I sympathized with this woman; she did not have any love for the High Elves, no more than I do. So I tracked down her pursuers and killed them. I did not ask for any names--all that mattered was the sound of my sword grinding through the flesh and bone in their necks. 

Do not think of me as some merciless killer. There was a time when I looked up to Alik'r warriors as the bravest, most elite of all warriors in Hammerfell, and that was when I was a child. My parents and I lived quiet lives in the town of Elinhir, near the border of Skyrim. We were farmers back then, living off a land that was harsh to its people. Farmers in a desert, simply put. Even then, we fared well enough to live day-to-day. We had taxes to pay though, and it was increasingly difficult to pay with every dry spell.

The Kingdom had been separated from the Empire ever since the Alik'r warriors defeated the High Elves. This was the reason why I looked up to them--they fought off the enemy that even the Empire cannot defeat. However, they were still part of the Kingdom, and they were the ones who put the law into action.

One day during a month of famine, we had been trying to plant whatever we can that required very little water. We looked up and saw three Alik'r warriors headed our way. "They must be patrols, thirsty from their rounds. We should give them some water," my mother said. She started for the house, and I followed her. 

Holding a pitcher of water and some tankards, my mother and I opened the door to see one of the warriors holding my father's cloak by the neck and shaking him, saying, "Pay your taxes now, as the King commands!" My mother dropped the pitcher she was holding, spilling precious water on the ground. She screamed. My father pleaded, "Please! Please! It has been a long famine and we could not plant anything on the ground! Give us time until this famine stops, and we'll pay you back!" It did not seem like the soldier listened to my father. He kept screaming at him to pay up. My father kept pleading. My mother screamed and cried. I stood there holding the tankards we were supposed to offer to them for their thirst. We were wrong--they had a different thirst.

What happened next was the first of a series of the worst things that had happened in my life: one of the soldiers got fed up of my father's pleading, took out his curved sword, and chopped his head off. My mother cried out my father's name as his lifeless body fell to the ground, spilling his precious blood on the ground where the plants used to grow. One of the soldiers screamed at the one who killed my father for doing such an act. "We have clean this mess up now, you damned idiot!" they said. They turned to us. Cleaning up the mess meant no witnesses, too. 

I wanted to cry, but we had no time. It was cry or die. I grabbed my mother's hand and pulled her with me as I started running. I took one of the swords outside the house with me. I hear one of the soldiers shout, "Get them!" Unfortunately there was nothing that could hide us in the field, for nearly everything had died from the famine. We headed east, to Skyrim. We will be safe there, I thought, as I ran with my mother. She could not keep up with me. We stopped. She took the sword from me and told me, "Kousei, I love you. Run, I will hold them off! I will never forgive myself if anything happened to you!" 

I stared at her. I could not possibly leave her to die! I can hold them off as well as she could! She kept screaming at me to run away as the soldiers caught up to us. I stood there and watched as my mother fought them. Three soldiers against one old woman. They gave her arm deep cuts, and stabbed her shoulders. She dropped her sword, and it fell near where I stood. It was my chance. I picked it up and charged at them, tears blinding my eyes. It went black.

I regained my senses to find three Alik'r warriors dead, with my father's sword in my hands. I had wounds on my left eye, and I could not see properly. I turned and saw my mother on the ground, a pool of blood on her clothes. She breathed as heavily as the sword felt in my hands. I cried. She told me I had no reason to be beside her anymore, that I should make my own life from now on. She told me she loved me with her last breath.

I ran away from Hammerfell, from everything that had happened. The soldiers I looked up to for the honor and valor killed my parents for no reason. I wanted to get my revenge. 

I kill thieves, Kiya. This is the reason why I cannot just overlook the life you kept me from knowing. Let me just tell you this: thieves will be thieves their whole lives. Expect your friends to stab you in the back like that Mercer Frey did if that will further their own intentions. I am willing to do forget all that had happened, however, because I love the woman far more than her being a thief. I will not judge you for who you are or what you do. I will try my hardest to keep you away from harm if I knew it was coming for you.

Please, let us meet again, my love. We still have a lot to talk about.

Kousei

Walking in the Shadows

Kousei:

So you know. I figured I would have to tell you sooner or later, but it is most regretful I have to narrate my story while you have hate in your heart for me. Yes, I am one of the elusive circle who answer directly to Nocturnal herself. And yes, we are a subfaction of a larger and more visible group called the Thieves Guild. I'm sure you already know what we've been up to for the last couple of months. You did mention that you were familiar with the misfortunes of Goldenglow Estate and Honningbrew Meadery. But did it ever cross your mind that they were perpetrated by the same person on the orders of Maven Black-Briar? Gods, how I hate that woman. But we had little choice; Mercer Frey's treachery had left our fortunes in shambles, and Maven was the only one keeping things afloat until I came around. (Oh, and Maul's loyalties are more for Maven than the guild, although he's an associate.)

There is far more politics to Goldenglow Estate and Honningbrew Meadery than meets the eye, but I presume that is not important to you. You've read the book I've left on the dining table of Breezehome, and what you most likely want to know is why I would stoop so low to sell my soul to the Patron of Thieves. This brings us back to Mercer Frey, the traitor to our guild. I did tell you that I have already sent him to his grave, but I would not have been able to do it without the power of Nocturnal. Scoff at me if you want, but a traitorous Nightingale wasn't one to be so easily subdued.

The only Daedric artifact you couldn't keep.

Oh yes, Mercer Frey was a Nightingale. And so was Gallus Desidenius, who died trying to bring his treachery to light. You see, Mercer didn't just make off with something as petty as gold or jewels from the treasury -- he had taken the Skeleton Key of Nocturnal from her temple. It was thanks to this Daedric artifact that he had managed to unlock the seemingly impenetrable puzzles of Snow Veil Sanctum and countless others. You might ask what was all this fuss about an unbreakable lockpick, but the Skeleton Key is more than just a lockpick. It could unlock the hidden potential in everyone, and even more importantly, it could unlock the doors to Nocturnal's realm so her influence -- luck -- can spread throughout Nirn.

Do you know who got me dabbling into melee combat?

We had to chase after Mercer Frey. When he took the Skeleton Key from the temple, he had effectively cut off our luck. And furthermore, who knows what he'll do with the power of the Key in hand? Tracking him down in Irkngthand has shown that he has already tapped into at least a fraction of its true power -- his power. His ability to sneak attack Falmer and bandits was suspiciously good.

It's quite a relief the Dwemer employed different methods to take out the Falmer's sight.

What was he doing in Irkingthand, you may ask? He was after two things only -- a pair of wondrous gems known as The Eyes of the Falmer. We were sure to never see him again if he ever managed to make off with such priceless treasures. I was left to fight him one-on-one thanks to him influencing my companions to fight each other, and he went further to effortlessly collapse part of the chamber to separate me from them. Shouts can do that, I know. But he didn't even need to Shout to be able to do it.

A glimpse into my future, I guess.

It was a long battle I fought with Mercery Frey, but I prevailed in the end. But barely did I have the time to retrieve the Skeleton Key from his corpse when the chamber began to flood with water. Thankfully, a small landslide opened up a path at the back of the statue, and we were able to swim back to safety. But the worst was far from over for me. Owing to the disgrace of the previous set of Nightingales, I had to personally return the Skeleton Key to Nocturnal's temple, the Twilight Sepulcher, to end Mercer's meddling once and for all.

No way out but through this Key.

As a Nightingale I shouldn't have had to undergo the Sepulcher's tests, but things were quite bleak in the Sepulcher. The specters of the previous Nightingales except Gallus Desidenius had been driven mad by being cut off from Nocturnal for so long, and they couldn't recognize me as one of their ranks. I had to force my way through several of them while I deciphered the riddles of the place. And in the final pit, which functioned as a trap for any fool who would try to access the most guarded part of the Sepulcher, I felt the Key react.

You have my word, Lady Nocturnal.

After I returned the Key, Nocturnal herself appeared from her plane in Oblivion. She offered no accolades, and instead reiterated the terms of my contract before bidding me to see to the Key's safety. But I wasn't too disappointed. The fact that she didn't take my life then and there was proof of her favor. Assured that the new Nightingales have proven their worth, Nocturnal relieved Gallus of his duty over the Sepulcher. The duty of guarding Nocturnal's shrines is now in the hands of the current Nightingales, including me.

I'll let you guess who are the other current Nightingales.

And so that's how my story ends. But you may still ask -- why did I join the Thieves Guild in the first place? I wish I can say it was due to something as simple as want for money, but that's not the whole picture. You had a warm welcome in Riften when you first entered the city. Unfortunately, Riften does not offer that kind of welcome to everyone who enters her gates, especially if that person is an Imperial. If you got greeted with smiles, I was greeted with scorn. I couldn't sit in the Bee and Bard long before some fanatical Stormcloak sympathizer begins blaming me for the Empire's faults. I am not even part of the Imperial Legion, and yet they treat me as though I have killed their sons and daughters in cold blood. Riften's deceptively civil facade rejected me even before we began our correspondence. It was only in Riften's unsavory bowels that I was accepted, because they are unconcerned with race or war factions. It makes you question whether petty things really ought to be called "petty," or if a noble cause really ought to be called "noble." It makes you question what it really means to be called honorable.

I cannot apologize for choosing the unsavory side of Riften, but I do regret that it caused you so much pain. Know one thing, Kousei: my love for you is every bit as true as I am truly a Nightingale. Despite the secrets I have kept from you, I have held back nothing in terms of my love. If you can no longer see me as anything more than a thief, it will break my heart, but I will not hold it against you. I have told my story, and you can make of it what you will. I have but one request -- please do not leave me guessing if you still hold a bit of the affection that bound us together, even if only in a tiny fraction of your heart.

Kiya

The Dark Side

Kiya,

I know it was you.

I had been sent by the Companions to Riften since we last saw each other at Whiterun. That had been the reason why I was in a hurry to leave, as they said this was a business I had to attend to urgently. At the time, I knew you had other matters to attend to, but I did not guess it would be the same as mine in a different light! 

One of our guild's clients had asked us to "make" Maul submit and pay a large amount of debt. All I had to do was to travel to Riften and force him to do what he has to do. It all sounded too easy. I traveled a few days to get to Riften, and having arrived there at night, I wanted to deal with the job as soon as possible so I can just rest in one of the inns right after. Fortunately, a lot of people in the small city knew who Maul was; they pointed towards the docks. I found him there, and started "talking" to him.

Imma "maul" you, Maul.

I had made Maul kneel on one knee saying he'll pay. I thought no one was coming to help him with this, as it was his personal problem, not his guild's nor Black-Briar's. Then again, I was wrong--I heard very quiet footsteps. I had been uhhh, trained by the Companions to hear the most quiet of footsteps. I know you are light on your feet Kiya-- but this time, I heard you.

I turned around and saw this dark figure trying to sneak up on me. I left Maul to figure out how he was going to pay the large amount he owed and charged at this dark figure. I thought, probably one of his men or his guild members. I had to catch this snoop and stop him from talking, as I'm sure this shadow heard me speaking of the Companions.

I wonder why you snuck up on me with a lantern on your back.

The spy turned and started running away. I could tell it was a woman from the shape of her body and armor. They are lighter on their feet, I am guessing. She had a lamp that was on, but we were still inside the city. If she went inside the Ratway she would need it, but I will never lose her there, as it is easier to smell her in closed corridors. She had a very familiar smell on her, one I am fond of. At that point, I knew it was you. You ran towards the gates, and as the gates opened, you put your lamp out.

Run shadow, run!

Now I knew you were going to have a hard time running in the jungle in the pitch-black night, so I thought I would be able to catch you as easily as I made Maul submit. I did not think you could see me either--my new armor was as dark as the night as yours. I was wrong--you kept running and running and never once hit any obstacle in your way. It seems as though you knew every leaf in this hold, or you could see in the dark as well as any wolf can. I was surprised you did not even use any kind of magic to let you see the way.

Unfortunately, my eyes fail me in the dark. I might consider myself a hunter, a wolf even, but I had to rely on my other senses to be able to catch you. We ran and ran, avoiding every tree, every stone, every cliff for hours on end. I was not about to get tired any time soon--I could have done this all day, but I knew you couldn't, without your reliance on magic. In fact, with the length of the chase we had, I would have thought you cast some restoration spells on yourself quietly.

It's amazing how I can get this shot perfectly.

The sun had started to rise when you suddenly stopped, ready to fight this through. You had not yet realized who your pursuer was. With one swift, smooth motion, you turned around, drew your bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it while I was fast approaching. I managed to avoid the arrow, just barely, and I kept on charging. I did not draw my sword even as you launched another arrow. It hit my shield just in time. You were about to reach for another arrow from your quiver when I jumped on you to try and pin you down. At the same time, you jumped backwards to avoid my metallic claws from reaching you. I instead was only able to reach for your mask, tearing it apart from your head.

It's... shiny.

I landed on the ground, clutching your mask. I looked closely at the mask for a very short while--it had the same symbols as the sword and bow you had in Breezehome. Could it be true? I was afraid you had kept this secret from me all this time, working in the shadows in doubtful ways behind my back.

Don't you run away from this!

By the time I looked up from my fall, you were already running away. It had been too great of a shock to me to start pursuing you again. I knew it was you, and there was only one way to settle this, and I expect your reply to this letter to be an explanation for everything. Everything, Kiya. I do not want to face you until I have answers! I have no love for thieves, and the fact that the one I love is a thief herself breaks my heart in every way possible.

Kousei