I continued fighting; torches, pieces of steel, and arrows all around. There was a big explosion, probably caused by oil and torches, or magic. A few feet away from me I hear a shout. It was a different shout of pain than what the soldiers, with their matured throats, could do. It was a woman's scream of grief.
I turn around, and I see the redguard woman kneeling on the ground, tears in her eyes. I saw a blackened figure in her lap, twitching ever so slightly. It was the boy, burned by a powerful fireball spell. His body twitched, then went as limp as a skeever caught with an arrow, his eyes look straight at me. I've played Skyrim for so long, I knew curses existed. Just then I knew the boy's soul cursed me.
The woman cries loudly, grabbing the attention of the nearby soldiers. This caused an issue within the Stormcloaks, now they're distracted from the battle.
"Oh, by the nine divines, shut the woman up!"
I swing at a few more soldiers to see what's going on. An Imperial healer rushes to the aid of the woman. I look at the still undamaged bow.
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