Prologue: Angels in the Dark

The scene is, predictably, a night time one. The night in particular was a cold one, with snow falling even in the southern areas of the province. The roads are empty; all travellers were in the warmth of an inn or a tent, laughing and drinking, or else sleeping if they were light-hearted. However, two figures, at different sides of the province, give the whether no heed as they continue on their paths, destinations burned in the front of their minds.

In Bruma, the cold was even fiercer than the rest of Cyrodil. The loud drunken songs of the Nords could be heard even from outside the city walls. The guards rub their eyes' sleepily and grumble about the cold, wishing very much they could take part in the intoxicated cheerfulness, rather than having to escort the dizzy back to their warm cabins. So when a sleek white horse clopped up to the stables, blending in almost perfectly into the snowy backdrop, the guards were surprised, to say the least, and almost peed their pants in shock at the most. The rider, a slender figure wearing a black cloak smiled as they lead their steed into the paddock and then slipped out, closing the gate behind them. The guards, the original shock wearing off, we're weary of this – random – traveller. At the gates, a pale hand crept out from the cloak and threw back the hood, to reveal a beautifully pale girl underneath, with a radiant smile.

"Excuse me for the troubles, sir Guards. I've come to pick something up for my guild, do you think you might open the gates for me?" Soft spoken and with a slight stutter, the girl was as sweet and innocent as anything. She had a small elfin accent, and her pointed ears gave away her elfin origin. Yes, the guard on duty mused, she must be a mage. He smiled at her and opened the gates.

Not an hour later the girl was back, with a wrapped package in her hands and a small smile on her face.

"Thank you, sir guard. Pardon me again for the trouble." Though her voice was no different, the guard couldn't help but notice that her eyes weren't soft and caring as before. Now they were gleeful, and somewhat manic. But he put it aside, mages are funny folk anyways. So he let her out and she disappeared into the night.

On the proper other side of the territory, in Anvil, sailors cursed the cold whether as they worked on their ships, unpacking crates even at this late hour. Not even across the street were the normal pub noises, a brawl breaking out over a mention of someone's mother. One of the sailors, a Redguard, stopped a moment in his work to wipe his forehead, sweating despite the slushy flakes falling from the heavens. As he looked at the strange snowy skies, he felt a vibration near his ear. He swiped at it, cursing whatever insect was about to feed on his flesh. The strange humming didn't stop, and he felt a little pinch that was as painful as anything, a jolt going through his whole body.

"Stupid big person" a sweet voice breathed in his ear. He glanced over his shoulder. Nothing.

"Oi, Geoffry, thinking yer better than 'us? Get yer ass back to work!" one of his fellow sailors growled. Geoffry shook his head, decided to lay off the ale, and returned to the invigorating labour.

Elsewhere in the city, a small child was tucked into her bed, sleeping soundly. A small tap at her window woke her and caught her attention. Her eyes widened and she made a move to call for her mother, but the small figure outside put a finger to its lips and shushed her. Eyes widening in excitement, the little girl ran to her window and threw it open. Smiling, the little thing flew inside and watched as the child struggled to close the heavy window. Once she was done, panting, the girl turned to the figure with sparkling eyes as wide as plates, gently touching the pink wings as the silhouette smiled sweetly and her hands started glowing. The girl 'wowed', and didn't notice the little thing touch her temples. Smile glazed in place, the child fell to the floor, out like a light.

The moon was getting lower in the sky, which was starting to clear up. The clouds parted, revealing a shining full moon which shone bright as a torch, illuminating two places in particular. One, in the north, and one again in the south. Two different campsites, two different areas, to different people. A youngish looking elf was kneeling before the fire of her shabby camp, while on the other side of the map a tiny lass the size of a teaspoon sits before a minute figurine, the size of a statue to her. Both of the maidens were in a prayer position, hands clasped tightly, with their faces pointed to the moon. Two faces, with bright eyes and angular ears, speak to the moon, and look down at their blood-stained hands. They turn up the the moon again, and smile.

The next day was sunny in contrast, and it was warm even as the sun was rising. All cities were having a good morning, and those who woke early walked with a spring in their steps. The only two cities who were an exception to this were Bruma and Anvil, which greeted their waking inhabitants with a child screaming shrilly.

A.N/ Hmm, suspense ! Well, what do you think ?

Oblivion and all the cities and NPCs in it are majorly out of my league. I DON'T OWN IT ! I only own this plotline.

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