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Rema's past (Part 10)

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Even though she was more confident than before, Rema found that her nerves were getting the better of her. Every little noise the forest around them made caused her to jump and raise her loaded bow.

Around the seventh time she jumped, Alistair put a hand on her shoulder.

She looked back at him, anxiety written all over her features.

"Rema, you need to calm down and focus," he told her softly. "You're freaking us out…"

"I know… I'm sorry," she murmured just before she heard another noise. She jumped yet again, provoking a sigh from Alistair.

"Maybe we should stop for a moment," the Dunmer man muttered.

"No, I'll stop, I promise!" Rema cried in protest.

"You're way too tense," Alistair argued. "You need time to relax—"

"Explain to me how I can relax with my friends in danger of becoming slaves," Rema retorted. "You saw what they did to those two, Alistair…"

"I know," he replied solemnly. "But it's bad for all of us if you can't—"

"Shh!" James hissed at them.

Immediately, they became silent, giving the human curious looks.

"Do you hear that?" he asked them with a hushed tone.

Rema listened for a moment. Things were quiet aside from the soft sounds of the forest. Then, she heard it. It was distant and faint—a mere whisper behind the noise of the shaking leaves above them. It was talking.

Silently, they made their way towards the noise, remaining hidden by the bushes and trees. While they crept, Rema and James drew their weapons while Alistair murmured a small spell under his breath. A small fire sparked to life in each of his hands.

Through the trees they could make out two figures, both of them men. One was short and thin, and the other was more muscular and tall. They both wore armor that looked very familiar to Rema.

Careful not to be seen, they hid in the bushes, close enough to the two strangers to listen in.

"The boss will kill us if he finds out about this," one of them—most likely the bigger of the two—said with fear in his tone.

"Not like whining about it will change that," the other grumbled in response. "We just need to make sure he doesn't find out, and get those documents back."

"Documents?" Rema echoed in a whisper.

"A-and what if the guards found the camp?" the larger of the men asked.

"So what?" the smaller one laughed. "It's not like they could find them! Guards in these parts are idiots—they'll never be able to stop the Crimson Rogues—"

That was all Rema needed to hear. Acting on impulse, she sprung out from their hiding place and fired an arrow at the two men. The smaller of the two men yelped with shock as the arrow stuck in his shoulder, in between two pieces of his plate armor. He fell backwards and grunted as he hit the ground.

The larger man quickly turned on her and drew his sword, charging Rema before she had a chance to reload. She scrambled backwards, attempting to put more distance between them.

It did not work.

Rema cursed at herself for not thinking things through as she braced herself for the blow. Instead she heard the metal of the blade meet another piece of steel.

She gasped as she saw James using his shield to keep the enemy's weapon at bay.

"Alistair, now!" he called out as he pushed the mercenary back with his shield.

The mercenary suddenly cried out as two fireballs flash heated that back of his chest piece. The flames burned with such an intensity that the leather straps that held the armor in place, broke. The armor fell away, leaving the man open for an attack.

Quickly, James brought his sword up and cut the man across the chest. His blade bit deep, leaving a large gash behind. The mercenary went limp and fell the ground. After a short few moments, the man succumbed to the pain and blood loss, and allowed death to claim him.

"Thanks," Rema murmured to James, slightly embarrassed that she could not finish her own fight.

James nodded in acknowledgement before he turned his attention to the other mercenary.

The smaller man was writhing with agony as he held his hurt shoulder. When he looked up at them, he glared at Rema, a look in his eye hinting that he recognized her. "You…" he growled. "You're that Dunmer wench that got away from us…"

"Don't call her that," Alistair snapped.

"Alistair," James murmured in a reminding tone.

Frustrated, the Dunmer man simply glared at the mercenary.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is she your whore?" the man laughed at him.

With a growl of rage, Alistair kicked him in the head.

"Enough," Rema snapped. "Where are the others you took?"

"What makes you think I would tell you?" the mercenary sneered weakly as he recovered from the blow.

Rema loaded an arrow and pointed it at him. "I think you know damn well why you should tell me."

"Hah, you don't have the guts to do it," he laughed.

"Oh yes I do," Rema growled. "You people murdered my family. I will gladly kill each and every one of you, slowly, with a grin on my face until none of you are left. This is your only chance to get out alive. Tell me where they are."

"I'm going to be dead anyway," the mercenary replied. "And I sure won't help you any before I die, sweetheart. Your 'friends' are going to be long gone before you even get close." Before any of them could respond, he pulled out a knife and held it to his own throat. He had a twisted grin on his face.

Rema gasped as he pulled the blade across his neck. "No!"

But it was already too late. The mercenary's body lay completely still as the blood drained from the wound and onto the ground. He was dead.

Alistair and James looked at each other in disbelief.

"Are these people all crazy?" Alistair blurted.

"Apparently," James murmured.

They both looked at Rema.

She had a look of hopelessness on her face as she simply stared at the dead monster before her. He had taunted her with her friends' lives, and gave her no chance to get any information out of him. Soon, her shock was replaced with doubt. What if he was right? What if the others were already gone?

"Rema, I hope you don't believe what he said," Alistair said as if he could see the doubt radiating off of her.

"But what if we're already too late?" Rema murmured.

"That does not sound like the Rema I knew a few minutes ago," the Dunmer man commented as he folded his arms. "That Rema was so determined to find them, and was not going to let anything stand in her way—not even sleep. And now this Rema comes along and acts like things are hopeless."

She gave him a weird look.

"So, what happened to that Rema from before?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

She closed her eyes and sighed, allowing the doubt to leave her body with the air. She opened her eyes again with a renewed determination in them. "She's still here," Rema replied.

"Aw… And here I was hoping to get some sleep tonight," he joked.

She let out a small laugh before she looked back down at the dead mercenaries.

Alistair followed her gaze. "You know… if we're finding a couple of them now, we can't be too far from the rest of them."

"So we might be able to catch up after all," James added.

Rema smiled at the thought. They were right. If they were finding a few of the mercenaries, then the rest could not be that far away. The thought gave her a little relief as she looked up from the bodies and back towards the trail.

"Then let's hurry and get a move on," Rema said.

Alistair and James nodded before they all started down the trail again.

As they walked, Alistair put a hand on her shoulder.

She looked at him curiously.

"We will find them, Rema," he assured her. "Don't worry."

"I'll do my best not to…"
Whoo, part 10. Half way done. Yes, I did the math, and this thing will be 20 parts long before I call it done. It won't be the last you hear from Rema, but I need to finish Aly's story before I can continue on after the last part of this.

So anyway... Who else likes seeing Rema angry? *Raises hand*

I sort of like this chapter for certain parts, but I was more eagar to get it done so I can move on to the next one. It's nice to finally have some more action in this story.

Once again, if you see mistakes, or things I should change (i.e. the name of the mercenaries, or really bad sentences) tell me. If it's about the mercenary group name, then give me ideas please.

If you think I should put a mature content filter on, let me know aswell. I try to keep my limit of strong language down to three per part before it needs a filter... so it depends on what my audience feels is strong language.

Rema, Alistair, and James are mine.
Dunmer, and any specific locations mentioned are not mine. They are from the Elder Scrolls games.

Part 1: [link]

Part 9: [link]

Part 11: [link]
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