A/N: Happy endings? In my Lucien fic? No (well, sometimes, but not this one) no happiness, only sadness. Lucien fics can either be really funny and fun to write or heartwrenching and sad. Chaotic neutral assassin with ADHD deserved better man just loved his friends and his horse Bethsoft I am sending you my therapy bills after I play the DB questline again.Anyways this was a really fun thing to do for a month and I hope you enjoyed my little mini fics each day :) Longer fics will be coming as I continue to work on and finish them, I have many MANY wips at the moment. Also, school tuition is going up and medical stuff continues to be a struggle so if you'd like to support my work my etsy shop is https://etsy.com/shop/thedisc0panda any support goes toward my education and chronic illness management.
Day 28 Beginning:
The beginning of how I ended up in my current situation, laying in a pool of my own blood hanging by a thread to life, is complicated, to say the least. Perhaps it would be best to go back to the very beginning, when my life truly changed. If it changed for better or for worse that is up for debate, but regardless, it changed dramatically. I don’t remember my parents well, at this point with the haze caused by blood loss I’m not sure I can picture them at all, but they are not essential to this story, more so their lack of inclusion is more important. When I was about seven or eight years old I spent most of my days wandering up and down the dock district of Daggerfall and met a peculiar man dressed in almost all black despite the summer sun, despite the shadowy appearance he helped me and eventually took me under his wing, taking me back to Cyrodiil when it was time. Perhaps you are familiar with the assassin Vicente Valtiere? It was him who befriended me that day, the mischievous child Lucien Lachance, who had the priorities of 1. Food and 2. Friends back then, and those priorities continued to this day. It is somewhat unusual for members of The Dark Brotherhood to recruit children to their cause, but if you ask me I added some much needed personality to that group while growing up. Recruiting another child was where the beginning of the end began after I killed his mother while still a child myself…I didn’t mean to decapitate her, that part was an accident. Mathieu Belemonte is only a few months younger than I am and I am surprised I failed to recognize him when I recruited him while both of us were in our mid to late teenage years. That was the mistake that lead to me laying here, with many of my friends gone either killed with mercy or in hiding, and the cold hands of death slowly engulfing me while the scared little boy who grew into a sadistic young man stares down at me with a smile…Befriending him really was the beginning of the end. That is my last thought before total darkness, and I take my final breath…
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