Authors Note: This is my first Fan fiction. I am always looking for ways to improve my writing and story telling. To do that I need feed back constructive feed back.
Prolog
I wasn't born a monster in an age of strife. I was reborn as one. I was forced to fight a dying Empire's war. Shackled and angry, I fought the Empire's war. As my anger grew I found a Prince. The Prince gave me the power to dominate and channel my anger. As the war raged on my anger grew. Until one dark night were I witness the depravities of man. They awoke to find themselves marked by my Prince. In their anger they broke my body and fueled my anger. As I lay there with a thousand broken bones, a priestess of Arkay spirit broke as well. For she had also, seen the horrors of man that night and had witness their unjust anger. When my body had healed. She found me at the shrine to my Prince. There we took comfort in one another embrace upon the shrine to my Prince. That night our Prince devoured us whole and plunged us into darkness.
The Empires war started in earnest. That's was were my legend began. The legend of a man that devoured the souls of the dead and dying. A man that no weapon or magic could harm. Legend were the screams of his victims were said to feed his dark power. By the end of the war my legend was known throughout the land. Feared as I was, the great General of the dying Empire refused to free me from my shackles that bound me to Empire's war. I my cold rage I descended upon his legion of troops. I cut them down without remorse until the great General's right hand showed me honor and convinced him to set me free as he promised so long ago.
Freed from my enslavement I pursued an Ancient Tyrant across the land. As I did, I learned more about myself and my power. As my power grew the more I was feared and hated by the people. I didn't care for I hated there weakness and zealotry. At the throat of the world I found one who knew the anger raging within my heart. He fought beside me when no one else would; in a battle that would fall into the halls of legends. The Ancient Tyrant fled to his sanctum. I followed him to the land of Heroes old. There the Ancient Tyrant and I, did battle again. This time I found victory and I returned to a land that had carved me shaped me into the person I was. A new legend from an old tale was born that day.
When I returned my Prince abandoned me and the people hailed me as a savoir, at first. The people happiness faded to apathy. For the first time in my life I was free. No longer was I a prisoner or slave to another will. I hunted the scum of the land and plundered the ancient tombs of old. Honing my power and committing atrocities to gain my Prince's favor once again. Darkness was my world. My need for his favor turned to anger and then I started hunting his foul offspring. I was good at hunting his offspring. Very good at it. I found a balance between the home I found on the battlefield and purpose I needed in my life. I fell deeper into my darkness.
In a hollowed crypt I found a more my prey. I sacrificed the ones I could and killed all the rest. Then in the center I found a light in my darkness. As she awoke I knew I would follow her to the end of time. I guided her home and met her father. The power our Prince had given him was impossible for me to pass up. When I took the mantle of the Lord, my anger faded and was replaced by peace. Strange, all my life I never felt at peace standing still. Only on the battlefield did I find peace. The Delusional Tyrant that was her father tried to make me as I was during the war. A monster. As the Delusional Tyrant led me down familiar paths, she fought back for me. No one before had fought for me. When we confronted the Delusional Tyrant the battle was terrible. The Delusional Tyrant gave me my first scar of my life as he held me there in the air by my spine. I don't remember her scream. I only remember the Delusional Tyrant turning to blood-red ash before my feet.
Then the suffocating cold set in. It was the type of cold no matter what I did, would not go away. As I lived with the coldness my light in the darkness went away, lost in her own grief. That I couldn't even to begin to understand. After a year of searching I found a way to make the suffocating coldness go away. All I had to do was become more or less than I was. With help from a friend my light returned to me slowly. With my light at my side I decided to become more. I became a Pure Blood. The night the deal was sealed we lost our friend.
That was three years ago. I have been in Skyrim for ten years now and the winds of change blow ever stronger.
Chapter 1 Intruder
"Good evening."
He asked the love of his life as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. He watched happily as she rolled over to face him. With her right hand she began tracing the muscles on his chest while studying his face. He started to rub her back with is right hand while staring into her fiery golden eyes. They stayed there for the longest time. Both of them not wanting to ruin the moment. She shifted positions so, she could be on top of him when her hand reach the scar the shape of a man's hand right above his navel.
"Does it still hurt?"
He lifted himself up onto his elbows so, she could use her left hand to trace the three puncher wounds that where around his spine.
"Front no, the back yes."
"I'm sorry."
"For what? You saved me."
"If I hadn't asked for your help." She turned her head to looked away. To hide her face.
He used his left hand to guide her face back to his. He waited for her to meet his eyes and hold them before replying. "I would still be wandering huntsman seeking death." With that he leaned in and gave her a loving kiss. When they broke the kiss they laid back down onto the bed. He pulled the sheets up over them. They stayed there in the silence nether of them wanting to speak of that day.
The knocking at the door broke the silence. The knocking was followed by the sound of her mother demanding he come out right this moment.
"I better get breakfast, and see what it is your mother wants my thoughts on."
"Could I have High elf this evening?"
"Male or Female?"
"Mm. Male."
"Alright."
He leaned in and stole a quick kiss before removing himself from the bed. His feet touch the cold ground. He rolled his shoulders to get the evenings cricks out. He started to look around for his pants. When he could not find them asked.
"Have you seen my pants?"
"Front of the chair."
"Thanks' love."
He pulled his pants on and did them up. He looked around spied Serana armor laying in pieces on the ground. He picked a piece of her armor up by what he assumed was the shoulder guard. Letting it hang by his pointer finger and looked at her in the bed.
"One evening you're going to show me how to unbuckle this."
"Then what would Hestla do all day?"
"Bitch about the Companions."
"Ha!"
He toss it over to the bed with a wave of his hand. She cocked her head slightly and looked him straight in the eyes. With a sigh he get ups moves over to the wardrobe and opened it.
"What do you want to wear? Black or black?"
"What do they look like?"
"One looks like what a tavern whore would wear. Which someday I would really like you to see wear." He could not help the small smile cross his face. When he thought about how it would look on her.
"No."
"Today or tomorrow?"
"Not today."
He gave a little frown before describing the other garment. "The other looks like something destitute pilgrim would where on a pilgrimage."
"No. Check the other wardrobe."
"Okay." He moved to the next wardrobe and opened it.
"So?"
"Enchanted vampire armor. Red, white, or black?"
"Mm. Black."
He pulled it out and put it on the bed for her. "Well I'll be back with breakfast as soon as I can."
"Remember high elf, male."
"Alright" he said with a smile and leaned in for another kiss. She had other ideas and he was not about to rush off to breakfast. Before there bout turned into something more the sound of Valerica voice stopped them cold.
"Get up you two. Dusk is not going to wait forever."
"Grr. Your mom really wants something if she this demanding."
"Go find out what it is she wants. I'll be here waiting, all alone, naked, and thirsty."
"Well I best be on my way, wouldn't want to keep your mother waiting."
As he made his way to the door he could hear noise coming from the other side of the door. Valerica and Orthjolf were the main sources. He took a deep breath and exhaled before opening the door and stepping into the main hall. Valerica and Orthjolf were not far away from the door arguing like a pair of old bats about something.
"Good evening Valerica." He said with a plastered smile on his face. Valerica looked him up and down then gave a disapproving snort before Orthjolf gave as small tilt of his head. Valerica started to explain what she was up in arms about.
"The security on island terrible! I had three Altmer come into my lab demanding that I leave in the name of the Aldmeri Dominion."
"You're here and unharmed." He held up a hand before ether of them could state the obvious. "We will need to find out how they managed to get past our security and fix the problem. Did you keep one the Thalmor alive?"
"Yes, he is with Rargal now."
"Orthjolf come with me. You will fix this problem."
"My lord they most likely followed the path you and lady Serana used to locate the elder scroll during Harkon's rule."
"The only persons who know of that entrance are within these walls now." Valerica pointed out in a chastising tone.
"They were lucky!" Orthjolf growled.
I turned to face Orthjolf and held up a hand. "We were lucky the first time. If we have a traitor in our clan then, we cannot ignore this lead."
"Rargal were is the prisoner?"
"Last one on the right." As we made the way past the cells the thralls and the damned became silent. By the time we came to the last cell on the right the basement filled with thralls was silent as a crypt. The lone thalmor in the cell was a sight. Stripped of his clothing and chained to the wall. Even in his state the thalmor still held the trademark sneer of his title. I stood there staring at the disgraced thalmor. Over the years I have learned that time was an ally. Add silence to time and anyone would talk even a mute. A thalmor by nature was no mute. They loved talking about how great they were. More so when faced with a group of people they believed they were superior to.
"Unbind me now and I'll make your end quick!" The thalmor spat.
"If you're going to end me. Why would I unbind you?"
"For when my friends come looking for me. You will receive the mercy of the thalmor for freeing me."
"I have seen your thalmor mercy. I would rather face thalmor wrath then know a day of thalmor mercy."
"You are a fool. By freeing me and swearing yourself to my service you can still live out your days as a servant and not a slave."
"Well does anyone want to take him up on that offer?" Only deathly silence was his answer as he waited. "What next? You offer me all the wine, woman, and gold I ever could want?" The thalmor spat on his bare chest. "I have seen girls spit better than you." The look of disgust on his face was priceless. The light crack in Valerica etched face was a bonus. Orhjolf on the other hand just grinned from ear to ear.
"You nords are all the same. You all are just barbarians in fancy cloths."
"I'm glad you think my pants are fancy. Wouldn't want to go to a dance in furs now would I?"
"Laugh in up shaved bear. For you are making the final mistake of your life."
"You broke into our home and attacked one our clan. You are lucky to still be alive."
"Then you should have killed when you had a chance." With that he overcast an illusion spell between his hands shackled over his head. The red color illusion spell cast his cell with an eerie light. The Thalmor wasted little time waiting for the spell to reach full power and releasing it. The blinding red spell washed over Jayne.
"Valerica are you alright?" Jayne asked as he blinked his eyes to help his sight return.
"Of course I am alright! Do you think some weak willed elf is going to take my mind?" She replied as she glared daggers at the shackled elf. Who was looking more than a little surprised at the effects of his spell?
"Orhjolf?" Orhjolf on the other hand was on his hands and knees looking like nothing short of an angry saber cat.
"Damn elves and their magic!" Orhjolf snarled with great spite. With a burst of speed he charged at the shackled elf and began punching him. The sounds of bones breaking filled the room.
"Orhjolf stop!" He commanded. Orhjolf stopped after a few more hits. Before standing up at his full height and straightening his tunic. The sweet smell of fear and pain was coming off the shackled elf now. The smell filled the air. He walked over to the elf and stopped just short of the elf face. "What is your name?"
"Reldith Jorus." He answered as he spat blood in my face.
"Well Reldith Jorus, I am lord of this castle and leader of the clan."
"All lands belong to the Aldmeri Dominion!" he spat more blood up before he continued. "And you are going to be lord of cleaning my boots when I get free."
"Funny you don't have any boots. And with all that boasting you reek of fear?"
"I fear nothing for I am a Thalmor agent tasked with bring this land under our sway."
"So, all the lands, do not belong to your Aldmeri Dominion."
"The Empire owns Skyrim and Dominion owns the Empire. We own this island and everything on it."
"Do you know what is on this island you claim?"
"A castle worthy of an Aldmeri overlord."
"Do you know what lives on this island?"
"A cult clan worshiping Namira."
"Would you like to know the name of the man who holds your life in his hands?"
"Go ahead there is nothing you can say that can change anything."
"My first name is Jayne, Reldith."
"Jayne!" Reldith started to laugh. I waited until he finish laughing before continuing.
"My clan name is." I lifted my left hand up so, my palm would be under our chins and between our faces. I summoning the spell known as ice spike within my left hand. The blue white color of frost dance across our faces as I continued "Volkihar." With an evil smile that showed my fangs to Reldith Jorus I laugh at him. Reldith eyes went wide with pure terror when the put the clues together. The smell of fear driven to new heights fill my nose. "You will answer my questions or you will find that we have had time immortal to make death seem like a sweet release." With that I released my spell into Reldith chest. The spell made the elf screamed even more when the ice spike melted into cold water running down his chest. "What were you doing here?"
"We were exploring island to find the best place to start bring in supplies from Northwatch keep."
"You were an explorer mapping our home. For your friends at Northwatch keep? What made you think this place was for the claiming?"
"The Northwatch detachment found two men clad in robes and ivory masks formed in the shape of tentacles. When they were question they told us they were coming from the abandoned castle north of our fortress. They said they were going to make it their base while they searched for the false messiah calling himself the dragonborn."
"How do you know they were coming from this castle?"
"The sentries noted another group of three leaving on the row boat to the island a week before."
"How many groups?"
"Four groups of three. Including the last group."
"Dragon shit! We would have known." Orhjolf stated in disbelief.
"Orhjolf after breakfast roust your men. Search the castle inside and out for anyone that doesn't belong. Capture them alive if possible. Vingalmo! Stop hiding in the shadows."
Vingalmo stepped forward from whatever dark place he was eavesdropping from and took a small bow. "My lord?"
"Your men search the outside of the island after breakfast. If you find anyone out of place capture them for questioning?"
"Yes, my lord."
"If you need filling in Orhjolf will bring you up to speed." With that Jayne stormed away stopping when he remembered Serana's request. "Rargal have someone bring Reldith to our quarters as soon as possible." With that he continued his angry march back to their quarters to cool off.
When he got to the door to their quarters he stopped and took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly to still his thoughts. He opened the door and stepped in. Serana was still on bed and still very much alone. However she was wearing a golden night robe with the marking of a black dragon head on the back. He had that made for her as a two year anniversary gift. She looked up at him and at a glance she knew there was something bothering him. He could never hide his emotions from her. As he close the door she crossed the room and taking his right hand in hers. She guide him over to the fire and made him sit down in the chair. When she took the seat next she started to rub the back of his hand with her thumb.
"What happened with my mother?"
"A rain storm."
"Inside the castle I doubt that. What really happened?"
There was no good way to break news like this. Jayne took another breath and exhale it slowly before choosing his words.
"Thalmor broke into the castle and attack your mother."
Her eyes went wide as when he said those words. "You mother seems unharmed and she got the black robed one as a prisoner." Her eyes went back to their normal size as she digested the information. He waited for her to look at him again before telling her the rest. When she met his eyes again he continued. "It gets worse the thalmor revealed to us that there were others coming and going from the island looking for me."
"Others looking for you? Why?"
"Don't know. Most likely some misguided cult leader that worships the late Ulfric Stormcloak." A knock at the door brought back to present. "I had almost forgotten about breakfast. Remember the helpful thalmor I told you about?" He opened the door and Reldith Jorus was pushed on threw by a new member of the clan. For the life of him he could not recall the older white haired nords name. With a wave of his hand he dismissed the man. He returned to the meal at hand. He heard the door close.
"Sir, I have news about the intruders."
"What news would that be?" as he turned around to face the new member of the clan. All he felt when he turned around was sharp pain in his heart and the burn of silver flood his veins.
"Died false one!"
Authors Note: Been thinking about merging Chapter 3 into Chapter 1? Do you want me to do that?
