Hey there people. When I got the idea for this story, I was playing a mod called Aethernautics: A Space Travel Mod. The story line of the mod involved a ship and the Ideal Masters, and so on. I shan't spoil it for those who might wish to play it. After I had finished playing it, I wondered how the lives of those who lived in those times were like. And what would happen if they tried to change their fates? That was how this storyline came into existance. Hope you enjoy it. Of course, the backdrop belongs to the creator of the Aethernautics mod, and the world of Skyrim belongs to Bethesda. Only the OC's belong to me.
Lost in time and space. Antanno clutched his head, hoping not to notice the sprites and whatever may exist in the Void. Trying to distract himself, he thought back to the moments before he was cast into the Void.
Antanno crouched down hurridly. He glanced towards Greir. Her golden hair, which normally flowed around her shoulder's and Nordic skin were tied into a bun. She wore leather armour, just like he did. He indicated to the structure ahead of them. A cabin in the woods. Seemingly empty. But that was what they thought last time, and Irbran had paid the price for their foolishness. The world around them was dark and the sun almost blotted out. Things were almost always like that after the Ideal Masters had attacked Tamriel. No one knew why they had attacked. Maybe their thirst for souls had drove them to look for another source. Maybe they just hated everyone else and saw fit to destroy them. Either way, they were here. And someone had to stop them. "Go round the back" Antanno whispered to Greir, " Make sure nothing is moving in there." Swiftly Greir moved to the cabin. Antanno was still amazed with how fast she moved. She could remain undetected for hours and was still faster than everyone in the resistance. Her keen senses and swift movements had saved them both several times in the past. She crouched beside the cabin and put her ear's to the wall. If anything was in there, she could hear it. Too bad for Irbran she never listened last time, Antanno thought bitterly. He quickly put all thought's like that out of his head. He needed to be ready for anything. Greir motioned to him that nothing was in there. Slowly, he crept to the door and drew out his blade. It was a slim blade, much slimmer than any the warriors at the fort used. Much smaller too. Even though Greir had called it safe, he still had careful. Even the best make mistakes. Drawing a deep breath, I opened the door.
She was wrong. A Boneman had it's back turned to me and was observing a book. As soon as Antanno had opened the door, it whirled around and unsheated it's axe. It was an ugly thing, nicked and dull. But it was still capable of cutting hmy innards out. It raised the axe and swung it towards me. Antanno quickly dodged out of the way and raised his own blade. He kicked the Boneman in it's ribs viciously and saw two ribs snap under the attack. He moved his foot down and rammed the hilt of the sword unto the skull of the Boneman, cracking it. Finally, it fell to the ground. Antanno breathed a sigh of relief. Just to make sure the thing was dead, he crushed the skull beneath his heel. Just then, Greir ran round the side, a surprised look on her face. "What is going..." She looked down at the Boneman at his feet. "I didn't hear it, really." Antanno rolled his eyes and walked to what the Boneman was looking at. "Come, take a look at this." I beckoned to Greir. "It was reading this before I came in." A book lay on a table in front of a mirror. Antanno looked into the mirror at his own reflection. His hair was shaved as low as it could get. This seemed to go with his Reguard skin, in a funny way. He noticed the scar running down from his eye to the end of his nose. A reminder of what would happen if he ever let his guard down again. It still stung a little, but he was able to convince their Ork leader, Ghamul, that he was fine. Antanno still chuckled when he thought of their leader. Who would have guessed that an Orc would be a bastion of hope? Antanno turned his attention back to the book. It was obviously a journal. A couple of pages told me that it was from a survivor. Where was this person anyway? "Go check the rest of the cabin. See if you can get a clue where the owner went." Antanno told Greir. She nodded and went rummaging around the cabin. Most of it was irrelevant rubbish, but one bit caught his eye. Antanno began reading it out loud for Greir to hear. "23rd of Mid-year: The Ideal Master's continue their hunt throughout the land for the people of Tamriel. I was previously unsure of whether anyone was still alive. However, today as I went for my morning stroll, I took a new way. Didn't meet any resistance at all, strangly enough. I looked towards the old ruin of Whiterun, and saw lights. Lights! People must be around. I checked the place out and I was right. At least forty people were in that place. They seemed to have made a community! I decided against going to them today. Maybe later."
Antanno put the book down and stared at Greir. She looked up and stared back at him. They knew what each other were thinking. Without hesitation, they both tore out of the cabin and started running home. All Antanno could think was "Talos, Divines, please, if there was ever a chance you cared about us, don't let them find us." They both ran till they saw the ruins. From here, they could hear burning and screams. Antanno's heart sank into his feet. That could mean only one think.
They had found his home.
