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Ambivalence - Part 15Anothir arrived in Cheydinhal at dusk. It was a quaint little establishment, and fairly quiet. She admitted it was a bit too chilly over here for her tastes, but she enjoyed it anyhow; she needed a change of scenery. This was her last stop before the big enrollment to the Arcane University.

She had every intention of tackling whatever task she was given as if to give the last testament to her existence. Despite the change of scenery and people, she still had a heavy heart as she ambled carelessly about the new town. She stifled small sobs as she failed miserably to stop thinking of Ocato.

She was so lost and out of it, she didn't even know
Ambivalence - Part 14"Pretty!" Anothir screamed, sitting up in the bed; her eyes wild with fright. She pawed around on the blanket looking for something, anything familiar. She found her Lordis plush. She hugged the stuffed cotton to her chest and wailed. The room was dark, and no one was in sight. Her nightmare was more than she could bear, and the stillness in the room made it all the more uncomfortable.

"Hello?" she whimpered, wiping tears from her cheeks. She couldn't hear the sound of anyone in the other room, she knew where she was at, but it felt so dead and empty. The curtains were closed, the silver moved from the dining table… and…

"My thing
Ambivalence - Part 13Evangeline sat beside Anothir on the bed, stroking her arm as she tried to quell the sobs. She was disappointed in the Chancellor—that he would do something so careless. Anothir hadn't done anything wrong, save for defending the theft of her journal, and vocalizing her confusion. All Ocato had to say about the matter was 'anything to get me out of this room', the nerve of that altmer.

"Did he say anything else?" Evangeline asked, squeezing her arm a little.

"He thinks I'm part of the Mythic Dawn!" she wailed, clutching the pillow to her head. "Which just isn't true, Evangeline. I don't even know who they are."

"I can talk to him. That
Ambivalence - Part 12The palace was quiet in the afternoon. Mornings were its busiest time when the city was bustling with folks on their walks, opening shops, or laying out a misplaced complaint. Luckily Ocato had missed that morning, and the several before that. He often had at least one person a day trying to waltz into the Council room to complain about something ridiculous.

Evenings were fairly quiet as well, save for the bantering Council members in the chamber around eight o'clock. Ocato especially hated the evenings as they always brought long tedious hours in an uncomfortable chair, listening to wealthy, shriveled, old fools try to change the world, one

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