Category Archives: 4E 202

“You should eat something,” Mira said. “You’re going to get drunk.” “I want to be drunk,” Tara said. She hiccupped, as if for emphasis. Katla was gone. Gone. It wasn’t goodbye, she’d said. Might as well have been. She was gone. And here was Mira. With all those painful memories. Tara hiccupped again and pulledContinue reading “4E 202 – The Return of Mira”

“Where is she?!” How was she here? Why was she here? “Tara…” Mira started. “Where is Katla?!” Tara roared at Mira. “Keep it down in there!” Dagur, owner of The Frozen Hearth Inn, yelled. Tara tried to steady herself. She hadn’t stopped trembling since she burst into the inn, after leaving The Midden. She’d gottenContinue reading “4E 202 – Love, Loss, Letters”

“You already know the truth.” Tara stared at the ancient wood door, so inexplicitly placed down in the strange blend of caves and tunnels that was the Midden; the area under the College of Winterhold. The things she’d seen just to get to this door. When Tolfdir warned her about the dangers, she’d assumed heContinue reading “4E 202 – Dreams Don’t Come True”

Where was she? Tara stood in her room in the College. No Katla. She’s only been, what, twenty minutes behind her? Damn Tolfdir. Mirabelle had motioned to Tara to join her, Onmund, Colette, and Tolfdir after the wave incident. Tara had chosen Katla, though. She needed to catch her. Explain. Calm her down. She’s scared.Continue reading “4E 202 – Loss”

Tara paced back and forth, at the top of the College of Winterhold. What was it with magic schools, tall towers, and her needing space to think? Frostcrag Spire’s top balcony had been cold. The open courtyard at the top of the College of Winterhold was at least as cold, especially with the constant windContinue reading “4E 202 – Be Careful What You Wish For”

Katla muttered, closed the book, and dropped it on the table. She wanted to throw it across the Arcanaeum. Urag gro-Shub would have her head, though. That was it. She had no more books to read or research. Tara had been right. There wasn’t much written about the Order of the Fire Queen, or anyContinue reading “4E 202 – Relations”

“I found something,” Tara said. She tossed the book, Orders of Necromancy, on the little table in their rented room at the inn. Katla looked at the book with, what, trepidation? Yes, that was it, Tara thought. “Let’s go for a walk,” Tara said and grabbed her hand. Katla let Tara guide her and theyContinue reading “4E 202 – Stay”

When you fail the one, don’t fail the other. Tara woke with a start. The dream. The premonition. Rigmor. How many times had it repeated last night? Too many. Tara yawned and rubbed her eyes. Was there anything new in it? Any new hint to what, when, how, who, with this Rigmor? She thought onContinue reading “4E 202 – Dreams”

Tara set down the book, On Necromancy, rubbed her eyes, and stared up at the ceiling. The book made her skin crawl. But, oh, that glorious ceiling and the library they were in. This was The Arcanaeum, the vast library of the College of Winterhold. It had taken nearly a year, but here she was,Continue reading “4E 202 – The College of Winterhold”

Tara wiped tears from her eyes and leaned her head back. A sigh escaped. The kind of tired sigh that hinted at defeat, if one were inclined to give in. She wasn’t. She was tired of talking, though. She’d spent the last hour, or was it two, telling Katla everything about her family. The magicContinue reading “4E 202 – Mending”