Better Cities:Adanjar Part 3

Book Information Adanjar Part 3
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Found in the following locations: In an alcove on the lower floor of the Breucombe Family's House
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This Elder Scrolls Book Club selection was written by Forrest_Robberts

Adanjar Part 3

The story of a young Khajiit named Adanjar

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Thunder

Rain's Hand 18th, Nine at Night

Alabaster, Elsweyr 2E175

"Come on, Adanjar, we're leaving! I won't let you stay with this filthy creature!" But before Adanjar could say anything, M'nasha spat, "No way. You aren't taking my daughter. You leave the family, Ajirab, then you leave Adanjar too. Adanjar, you're staying here, right?"

Adanjar was sobbing hysterically. She wiped the tears from her eyes, then looked at both her parents. Her mother with the pack slung over shoulder with the friendly, loving motherly look on her face. Her father with the bold, kind, loving features. Confused beyond belief, Adanjar turned ran to her room, grabbed her journal and quill pen, then ran straight out the back door. Both her parents followed her out, but it was dark and the rain kept them from seeing anything.

"Well, I hope you're happy, you've scared off my daughter!" Ajirab said scowling at M'nasha.

"I did? You were the one going crazy back there! How could she make a decision like that?" M'nasha said in reply. "If you remember, you were the one who asked her."

With that Ajirab slung the pack over her shoulder and walked out the front door into the rain.

"And where will you go?" M'nasha asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ajirab shouted back as she slammed the door.

The rain was heavy, and Ajirab knew she wouldn't be able to find her daughter when it was this dark. Adanjar would probably would go to her uncle's house. The problem was, Adanjar didn't know that M'nashan was a moon sugar addict. He had gotten in debt, so he had abandoned his house and belongings and taken off for High Rock in the middle of the night. So Adanjar would not have anyone in Rimmen. The only other place for her to go would be Valenwood, where Qa'Bakha lived.

The thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Ajirab walked to the Topal Bay docks and got on a boat to Anvil. From there she could ride horse-back to Arenthia, where Adanjar was most likely to go.

* * *

The rain splashed on the roof and the thunder rumbled, and for the first time in a long time M'nasha was the poorest man alive. He had nowhere to go. He had to be out of the house by tomorrow morning, because he had bet everything he owned: the stores, the house, all his belongings. "I guess I deserved it. Ajirab always told me that my gambling problem would be the end of us. She was right," he said to himself quietly.

M'nasha grabbed a piece of paper and wrote, "Dro'Sakhari, the door is unlocked. Everything is yours. There is a spare key in the basement. Take good care of the manor. I'm leaving for Windhelm tonight. I've always wanted to go to go to the frigid north." He signed it, stepped outside, and pinned the note on the door. He then headed towards the docks, seeing his wife step onto the boat that would take her to Valenwood.

Rain's Hand 21st, Eight in the Morning

Remains of Arenthia, Valenwood

Adanjar was walking down the pathway when she saw a sign saying 'Welcome to Arenthia'. She had a confused look on her face, because she saw no city. After looking closely at the ground she saw rubble, ash, and nails covering a large area. All at once she realized that she was in Arenthia. It had burned till there were only a trace of evidence that there had been a city here.

Slumping to the ground, Adanjar burst into tears. Qa'Bakha had been her last hope. Now she truly had no where to go. Wait. There was still her uncle in Camlorn. High Rock was far away, but what other choice did she have?

Feeling she had nothing else to do, Adanjar opened her journal, and pulled out her quill pen. She took out her inkwell, pulled the cork out, and dipped her pen in it.

Adanjar's Diary

Twenty-First Rain's Hand

Well, I arrived at Arenthia full of hope, only to find the city in ashes. I could probably walk to Anvil in Cyrodiil and get a boat there to Camlorn. I only wish that Qa'Bakha was not in the city when it burned down, but there is probably a small chance of that having happened.

I wonder where Mother and Father are? Father probably moved up north to Skyrim or Solstheim somewhere. Mother would probably come here to Arenth...

Adanjar slammed the book shut as fast as she could. She stuck it in her pack and she ran around the remains of Arenthia looking for her mother's rings. She burst into tears, fearing the worst...that her mother had burned to death. "Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Mother probably never even suspected that I would come here," she said to herself.

Adanjar sat down on the ground again and pulled out her journal, continuing where she left off.

...ia, where she would suspect I would be. But then again she probably never came here. She might have gone to Rimmen, thinking I would go to Uncle M'nashan's house.

Well, if I want to make any progress then I need to stop writing and start walking to Anvil.

Adanjar closed her diary and got up. "I have long way to go before I get to Camlorn, and I better get started," she said to herself, finding a new sense of pride.

* * *

About a mile outside of Anvil she saw a shipwreck on the shore. She ran to it, and hopped on board. She found many dead bodies on it and in it. Deep inside she saw her mother's clothes, but not her mother. She took them in her hands and cried her eyes out in them. She heard thunder rumbling outside, and the patter of the rain hitting the ship's deck gave Adanjar a sense of peace and tranquility.