><>< This story is no longer Luna/Nova canon, but I am leaving it up because I wrote it and might as well have people read it. ><><
Luna sat fuming in the small prison
cell. She almost didn't blame the guards that had tossed her in here,
but she knew that in this they were wrong. She hadn't stolen a damn
thing, but she had a history with the Imperial Guards that they
didn't want to let go of. Until recently, she was a rampant Skooma
addict, and had stolen a fair amount from the citizens and businesses
of the Imperial City in her desperation. She had been caught enough
times that when shouts of "Thief!" were raised in her
presence, the guards had immediately apprehended her, despite her
current innocence. She had been off the Skooma for a year now, and
hadn't stolen anything sense taking her last hit. Luna felt a
righteous anger well up at her incarceration, as well as the familiar
pull she felt when thinking about her past. She pushed the thoughts
of her past self away, shaking her head to help clear it, and settled
back onto the rough stool in her cell; she had begun pacing in her
frustration.
The Dark Elf in the cell opposite hers
picked up his favorite sport of taunting her. Some of his underhanded
comments hit truer than the fetcher realized, and she soon found her
self shouting at him, her fists clenched at her sides and static
filling her hair as she momentarily lost her temper. "Oh for the
love of Azura, will you shut up Dreth! Just shut the fuck up and let
me be!" she yelled at him, wanting to fling a bit more than
static through the bars, but knowing that would only end badly for
her with the Imperials.
"Hey, you hear that? The guards
are coming. For you!" he cackled. Luna did hear footsteps coming
and went back to pacing under the tiny window of her cell. Four
figures approached her cell, three armored, and one in extremely
fancy robes. The armored ones seemed angered at her presence in the
cell, but the elderly man in the extravagant robes seemed almost to
expect her.
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Luna had been quite shocked to find out that the Emperor of Tamriel was not only standing next to her in a filthy prison cell, but that he seemed to know of her, and expected her to be there. He said that he had dreamed it. Luna understood about prophetic dreams, having experienced many herself before succumbing to Skooma. They hadn't returned upon her recovery from the addiction, but she held out hope that they would. It was a common prayer she sent Azura's way. Anyway, the Emperor seemed to have plans for her. She would see to them, but she had a few things of her own to see to first. Despite his urging, something told her that it would keep until she was ready to turn her gaze that way.
Glad to be free:
Resting before heading home:
Home sweet home:
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