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Sha-Kar, Campion of Cyrodill.

Prologue

As Sha-Kar bid his friends and family good night, a sense of contentment set on him. "I have been blessed", he said with a faint smile. He was now a fully fledged Argonian.

Walking with ease through the mass of trees, swamps and hanging vines, his mind flashed back to his childhood; all his friends meeting in there tree den, sharing theories on what mystical things happen when they came of age and why they walked on all four legs when the adults walked on only two. They had tried to ask the ones who knew, there parents and older relatives, but they would not say, 'you will find out one day', they would repeatedly state with a grin.

Rising to the top of a hill he could see for miles and miles in every direction. The border was far away, but he still hated the native Dunmer of Morrowind. They had raided and enslaved countless tribes of his people, some close to his own. They were venturing further and further into Argonia, and he didn't like it. He shrugged off the negative thought and turned south, to Stormhold. The sight made filled him with hope, 'they dare not venture this far in', he thought. As he rotated on the spot, the border with Cyrodill could just be seen, he had heard stories of fellow Argonians that had ventured across the border. 'Lizard Folk' they were known as. He had no wish to venture across the border; he was more than happy with his life in the tropical swamps of Argonia.

As he set off for his new tribe home, he looked up and saw the trees rustle as a wind swept in from the western border.

He arrived at his new home later that night. As a new adult, he must leave his native tribe land to learn all he needs to know for adulthood. Sha-Kar arrived to a warm greeting from all the tribe members. There was an elder, he was the teacher of the tribe, and he looked it. A fierce warrior in his day, and yet Sha-Kar sensed a kindness that he rarely saw outside of his family. Behind him, the new adults stood in attention, like faithful soldiers before a respected general.

"I am Mac-Nar, and this is your home for the next 4 weeks. You will be sleeping with Ba-Zar tonight, he will show you around the village, and will be happy to answer any and all questions you may have."

The elder stood aside to reveal a dark skinned Argonian with strangely bright eyes and shorter fins on his head than normal stepped up and bowed.

"I am Ba-Zar; I am honoured to meet you."

Sha-Kar returned the bow with a smile, "My name is Sha-Kar."

"This way please", Ba-Zar gestured towards a group of trees lit by a faint glow.

Sha-Kar entered the clearing to find a camp fire, surrounded by beds made of logs and leaves.

"This bed is yours", Ba-Zar pointed to a newly made bed, "Before we settle down for the night, a quick tour perhaps?"

Sha-Kar agreed and they walked round the village, past the Archery range, the Sword ring and the Armoury. Everything was empty apart from a lone archer, and a skilled archer he was.

"That is Eagle-Eye. We don't know his real name, I'm not even sure he does, but his skill with a bow has earned him that name."

After they had toured the whole village, they arrived back at camp. As his head hit the pillow, an overwhelming sense of tiredness overcame him. His last thoughts had him wondering what tomorrow had in store for him.