Authors Note: I can't believe I'm writing another fan fic but this I swear will be the last one. Have you ever experienced that feeling when you're planning your story and somehow another idea for another story infests your mind and prevents you from ever thinking straight. This was one of them. After playing Skyrim again I just had to make a fan fic about dear old Cicero ending up in Halkeginia. If people enjoy this then I might have to update three fics at the same time. That will be tough but if it means pleasing you guys then screw it I'm up for the challenge!

"Cicero you fool what is the meaning of this!" The deep voice which reverberated across the dour and bleak interior of the Dawnstar sanctuary was violently unfurled from the mouth of a dark colored man whose head was covered by a brilliant crimson head scarf.

"Why is it not as plain as day sand strider? Its tonight's dinner!" The demented creature was pale and had a mane of hair seeped in red. It was dancing and prancing and jigging and all nouns associated with kinetic jubilation. His entire person was clad in the uniform of a courtly jester, but everyone in the room knew how dangerous he was. Barring the Listener everyone of the people present were a little relieved that someone as demented as Cicero was on their side.

The fool of hearts, the keeper and the annoying harlequin whose voice could shatter glass, all of these were the names of Cicero he who tended to the Night Mother and right now was serving as the chef of tonight's feast.

"No disrespect to you great Listener but unlike Babette and yourself the three of us can't really eat that." The Redguard pointed at the unconscious Dunmer that lay on an over sized platter.

The figure which sat at the far end of the table simply licked his elongated fangs before addressing his coven of killers.

"My friend Cicero, while I appreciate this delectable morsel that you have prepared I am afraid Nazir is right."

"Grendel?"

A tall Nord woman, covered in head to toe with the iconic armor of the Dark Brotherhood shivered as the Listener said her name with a voice as deep as the void and as soft as flesh.

"To be honest your eminence I would prefer to eat a freshly cooked rabbit haunch right now."

"Fenrir?"

A Nord male who was similarly dressed as Grendel merely shifted his weight on his seat which was placed opposite to his female counterpart.

"The last time I had to eat elven flesh was when I was stuck in a blizzard while hunting one of those Altmer bastards and it tasted foul, no offense your greatness."

"None taken and if we were to be technical the Thalmor are different from the Altmer but that doesn't matter in the problem at hand."

Cicero simply bowed his head in shame. He has disappointed the great listener.

"But Cicero was only able to produce this meal! We've ran out of pumpkins, lettuce, eggplants, venison, mackerel, tun-."

"Why not go out and hunt some of Skyrim's wildlife? I doubt a bear would be a challenge to someone capable of going toe to toe with an enraged werewolf and survive with nary a scratch."

"Listener you flatter me!" Cicero beamed and smiled and grinned. He always loved how kind the great Listener was.

"I will go out and make some friends then." Cicero took out his knife and licked it suggestively. It's been too long since he used it.

The jester immediately hurried up the stars and towards the exit of the sanctuary. No dilly-dallying or larking he thought. The Listener needed some meat and he will have it at the double!

"By Sithis his voice is annoying." Fenrir said once he was sure the fool had vacated the premises.

"I like his voice." Grendel interjected.

"You say Patato I say potato."

"Shhh both of you be quiet the prey awakens." A little girl was now preparing her spoon and fork. At first glance she was normal but if one had to look further they would notice how unnaturally orange her eyes were.

"By the eight divines where am I!" The Dunmer's eyes were wide with fear. His pupils' darting here and there before resting on the monster whose finger was on his mouth.

"My family and I are having dinner and you're the main course."

The man wasn't able to scream as the fangs of Glarion the Dovahkiin pierced his neck.

"That was no fun" Cicero was frowning. Cicero was sad. When he fought the Horker's he would have thought it would have been fun. Cicero would admit that their dying wails were funny but there were not as refined or tantalizing than a mortal screaming. The cries of the dying were one of the many reasons he loved being an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood.

"These big dumb furballs didn't do anything. All Cicero had to do was stab stab stab stab stab and stab. Oh wait I did slash one of them but that didn't connect so it doesn't count." Cicero was now chopping and cutting and harvesting the red meat of the dead animals.

"I miss sending people to the void but that is the price to pay if it means Cicero gets to serve Dread Father Sithis."

Cicero then looked up into the heavens. The sounds of the sea mingling with the night wind.

"I wonder if the Dread Father appreciates poor old Cicero." Cicero then slapped himself silly for questioning the Dread Fathers plans.

"Cicero what dribble is this that you are spouting! Of course great Sithis appreciates us! If he didn't we wouldn't have been made keeper!"

"You are right Cicero you speak the truth."

Cicero was able to finish collecting all the meat he could from the Horker.

Three more to go.

In a different plane of existence. Far away from the world of Nirn and Mundus lies an alternate reality. That reality contains a planet. That planet contains a continent That continent contains a country. That country will experience a turbulent upheaval that will change the face of Halkgenia forever.

Darkness Rises When Silence Dies.

"Wonderful it seems all of you managed to successfully summon your familiars." The sun was shining and the wind was cool; all in all it was a nice day for a Spring Time Familiar Ritual.

"You forgot about Zero Professor Colbert!" A young blond teen with stylized ringlets spoke out loud.

"Be quiet Montmorency 'The Flood'!" A young pinkette by the name of Louise fired back.

"My runic name is 'The Fragrance'!" The blonde took great offense and yelled at the snickering pinkette.

"Really? Then why do the servants gossip about how your bed sheet getting drenched every fortnight?" This brought forth a lot of giggles and snickers amongst the second years.

"Hmmph leave it to Zero to trust in the word of a commoner." She raised her nose high as if she had sniffed a horrible smell.

"Enough both of you! You are nobles act like it!" Both Louise and Montmorency turned away from each other. Not wanting to spoil the crisp spring morning by the visions of each other's faces.

Professor Colbert exhaled a tried sigh as he retrained his gaze at the parchment he was holding.

"Miss Valliere it is now your turn."

Louise was nervous, anxious and most of all terrified. She approached the summoning circle with trepidation while her peers whispered amongst themselves.

She knew what they were saying. She would fail, that she will create another explosion. They will be proven wrong.

The summoning circle was now a good inch before her. Her heartbeats quickened and she nervously gulped a big breath of air.

'Great Founder I will take anything. A demon, fool even a lowly murderer but please I plead with my entire heart grant me a familiar! Any Familiar!' Louise prayed in silence as she begun the spell of Call Familiar.

"I knew Cicero had forgotten something." Cicero was feeling stupid. He should have known the meat of three horkers would have required a backpack at least and so the poor fool had to cradle the large stack of butchered beast like a mother would cradle her baby. If that baby was a large mass of eviscerated, bleeding viscera .

Just as Cicero was about to head back towards home did a strange voice enter his badly screwed in head.

"My familiar who exists somewhere in the universe!"

"Who's there!" Cicero turned around and around but the Horker meat obstructed most of his vision.

"Oh Divine, beautiful and powerful familiar spirit!"

"Mother….. is that you?" Cicero felt something bubble in his heart. Did the night mother truly contact dear loyal Cicero?

"I wish and plead from the bottom of my heart!"

"Yes mother! Anything for you sweet mother!" Cicero howled like a wolf. Pure unbridled excitement was flowing from every pore in his body. The Night Mother was now talking to him! The Night Mother had decided Cicero was now Listener or maybe Co-Listener.

"Answer my guidance."

A large green portal opened in front of Cicero. Its green hue faded before turning as black as the void.

Cicero dropped the raw flesh he was carrying, the thoughts of serving the family being overridden by the thoughts of serving dear mother and great Sithis.

"The silence has died." Cicero with the smile born of the highest of ecstasy stepped into the portal without any hint of regret or fear.