Mantra

Today's blog post is another Elder Scrolls Fanfiction One-shot I wrote - this time, a newer one, not an older piece I edited. Also, a different OC to the one I used in the last piece.

It is, unfortunately, kinda short, but trying to get it longer just didn't feel right. It feels better short.

Enjoy!

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“I can do this.”

It was the mantra Mist lived by.
It was what she told herself every morning, when she fell out of bed before everyone else and slipped upstairs while the other Whelps - as Skjor liked to call them - snored and mumbled in their sleep.

“I can do this.”

It was what she told herself every day while she was outside, training. It was what she said every time she stumbled and fell, battleaxe clattering to the stone, from a swing too wide, or overbalanced when she lifted it too high over her head.

“I can do this.”

It was what she said when exhaustion tried to knock her to her knees, and her arms trembled with the strain of wielding a weapon almost as big as she was.

The Companions had accepted her into their ranks - reluctant as some had been to accept her joining. She just had to prove that she belonged there, same as the rest of them.