Disclaimer
I do own a copy of the game but I do not own Morrowind (but I really wish I did). It and everybody (except for my character named Asteroth) are owned by Bethesda. So without more delay here is my story.
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Asteroth the dark elf twisted and turned during his sleep. He was dreaming, dreaming of his past, which had been haunting him. Who am I? Why am I here? There was a pounding on the door. Another pound, in a matter of seconds the door had been splintered and imperial guards stormed in throughout the small house. Asteroth opened his eyes to see his father standing in front of him. "Run! They are here!" His father grabbed him by the arm and lifted him out of the window. Asteroth ran as fast as his legs could move. He turned around to see his father out the front door, holding a bloodstained claymore. 'Did he get them all?' thought Asteroth. His question was answered by a long spearhead sent flying through his father's stomach. "Dad!"
Asteroth was waken by the bright sun shining through shining through a high up windowsill. A guard walked by "I hope that you have finally learned your lesson." He unlocked the door in front of Asteroth. He stepped out and walked through a long hallway. A man wearing blue robes handed him glass armor and a silver claymore. "I trust I won't need to see you here again?" "It depends on if anybody gets in my way again" Asteroth said with a smirk. This was his fifth time in jail. 'I'm going to need a different approach at this. Hacking somebody apart in the middle of the street just won't work anymore'. Asteroth walked down the street with his glass armor on and with people backing away from him if he got within ten feet of them.
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This is my very first fic . Let me know how you like it and I'll add more.