I huddled tightly against the cold wall of the dim corridor, preparing to die.
The sound of cracking ice brought me to my senses. I held my breath as a wraith flew by me, leaving a trail of ice crystals suspended in the air. Afraid, I scurried further into the darker recesses of the small corridor, bringing myself closer into a ball.
I shouldn’t have come here, I berated myself.
A fleeting sense of gratitude came over me as I realized that the cold was keeping me from feeling the pain of the deep gashes slashed across my back and arms where the wispmother’s embrace had cut me. This is where I will die.
How did it come to this?
It was all because of the note that Savos had left me. He had revealed, posthumously, that he had been a Psijiic monk sent to keep an eye on things here in the this realm. He had left me his Psijiic robes, but they were hidden somewhere below the College.
"I have to find those robes before anyone gets their hands on them…like the Thalmor," I said to Brelyna as she tried to dissuade me from going.
"Then I’ll go with you," she said.
I didn’t know where she was now. I had pushed her out of the way from a blast of ice spikes. In an instant, the wispmother was on me, her strong, cold arms holding me tightly as hundreds of razor thin ice shards cut deep into my skin. It was an act of Mara that helped me escape from the creature. But Brelyna was no where in sight.
"I’m sorry, Brelyna," I whispered, too tired to cry. I thought about Alduin and how I failed Skyrim. What would my father have thought about that? I wondered. I thought about the College. Someone would have to take my place. Tolfdir would surely be appointed. If he could figure out his left hand from his right, I mused. I thought about my friends. Teldryn would probably go on his way. Marcurio would…I was suddenly heavy with regret.
A series of noises shook me from my thoughts. I listened for a few seconds to try to make it out. The swoosh of a fireball, the hiss of steam, the crackle of ice…something was going on. A fight! Brelyna was still alive!
Gathering my remaining strength, I conjured the stongest healing spell I could muster and waited impatiently as my wounds began to heal. Still extremely weak, I pulled myself up and made my way towards the sounds.
"I’m going to kill you if it’s the last thing I do!" screamed Brelyna as she charged at the creature. The wispmother stared at her with a bemused look as the Dunmer’s sword chipped the creature’s hip. But her slight smile twisted into horror as a torrent of flame gushed over her.
Brelyna turned to see where the fire was coming from and gasped. “You’re alive!” she cried out.
"Let’s finish this!" I said, keeping the stream of fire steady.
With a nod, Brelyna produced a fireball and flung it at the screaming wispmother.
We were going to get out of here alive…I was going to make sure of that.