Chapter Four

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"You wanna talk about it?"

A firm shake of the head in reply was all she could manage.

"Ok... I'll see you later then..." Darcy left at that. Kronos looked to the sky, seeing the same stars she saw in Tamriel. Making her miss her home even more greatly. She watched as the sun came up and she only just realised she was in a small town surrounded by sand and desert. Elsweyr is what this place reminded her of. She expected to see Khajiit walk out of their houses to start trading, talking, live their lives with their little cubs chasing each others tails. But she didn't see anything as the sun rose. Just more and more of the sandy desert that surrounded them.

She almost hated it.

"Kronos?" She heard the other woman say. She didn't quiet catch her name though. She wiped the tears away and looked towards her, deep hazel eyes, long wavy brown hair and the vibe of, determined. She sort of understood why Thor fell for her.

She just grunted in response as she felt another weight brush against her side.

"Your armour is in the trailer by the way."

"And I never did catch your name..." Kronos mumbled, staring deeply into the morning sun.

"I'm Jane."

"Kronos, nice to meet you Jane.." She held out her very scarred, calloused hand, Jane took it with a flawless, untouched hand.

"Do you mind if I ask why you're actually here?" Jane asked, resulting in Kronos sighing heavily.

"Because Loki wants an Elder Scroll. I was on Skyrim’s sacred mountain The Throat Of The World, talking to Paarthurnax about what happened with Loki being in my home demanding an Elder Scroll, for what reason I don't know. Then your betrothed Thor appeared and then did Loki... Paarthurnax must of sent us here with a shout or it could of been one of the divines.. I don't know… Paarthurnax said before I blacked out he wanted me, Thor and Loki to go... and that Thor would need all the help he could get."

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I'm really sorry! This is just going to continuously happen but I'm sorry for the shortness of the chapters! Don't shoot me! *holds hands up in surrender*

Fran.

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