Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to oblivion, I am merely a fan of the game. Each character in the story, however, are products of my own mind. I created them, as well as the story itself. I will try to use as little in game characters as possible, I will however use several factions.
This will not be a classic "hero" Story. This story is NOT one about some goodie goodie saving the world. It illustrates the darker side of man, And the main character is not going to have some great revelation halfway through the story. He is dark and will remain such, if you cant stand dark stories, Don't bother reading this story.
Also, This story will contain strong language, religious references (Game religions, NOT real life ones) and vivid descriptions of violence. Reader be warned.
Time: Far After the Oblivion Crisis.
Setting: Cyrodiil
Important Events that have occurred beforehand: The thieves guild Has been abolished. Fighters guild and mages guild have been combined into the quantum order. Dark Brotherhood is as strong as ever.
Other events will unfold in the story.
Now, if you've gotten to this point, congrats, here is the first chapter.
Chapter 1: The Fox
The city bells echoed through the every street in the Imperial City. Over the roof tops, a young boy sprinted, leaping from roof to roof, arms held close to his chest, protecting the precious cargo wrapped tight in a back issue of the black horse courier. An imperial watch captain pulled himself onto the rooftop shouting at the child.
"Get back here you little shit!"
The child turned around briefly an extended his middle finger up as he shouted in response.
" Fuck You Imperial Pig!"
He then leaped, backwards and spread his arms outward, and fell, Eagle spread, down between two homes. He then curled his right arm back to his chest protectively holding the tightly wrapped cargo. He extended his left arm above him and grabbed the railing of a balcony. Using his momentum he swung under the balcony and through the open door of a small, abandoned apartment.
As the child caught his breath, he listened as the imperial guard trampled over the rooftops, searching for him. The child unwrapped that which he so closely protected, a small, cold, and a little stale, loaf of bread.
The eleven year old boy sat in the darkness, quietly eating his meal for the week.
* * *
The soft morning sunlight broke through the cracked wood of the apartment and woke the child from his sleep. His stomach growled with great intensity, The child winced slightly but then ignored the pain as he usually did. The child stood up and crouched down low, stretching his legs. He then stood tall and proud and sprinted at the door exiting the apartment. He leaped, clearing the wooden railing and onto the wall of the house across the alley. Grabbing a rock sticking out of the wall, and then dropped down into the alley. The child dusted off his shirt and turned to begin walking. Just as he turned, something hard hit his head, sending him flying backwards. As he regained himself, the child looked down to his feet to see another child, slowly getting up.
Just then, An Imperial Guard darted around the corner and looked to the child struggling to get up.
"There you are Lucien!" the guard looked up at the child whom Lucien had run into, " Thank you young man for… Wait, are you.."
His sentence was cut off as the standing child had slammed his right fist into the guard's unprotected face. The child had helped the one called Lucien up. He then smacked him across the face.
"Snap out of it kid! We Got to go!"
Lucien's eyes opened wide and then nodded and both children sprinted out of the alley and escaped from the disoriented guard.
The two boys ran for several hours until they were on the other side of the city. Out of breath and legs sore, the two slumped down next to a couple of shipping crates in the waterfront district.
The child looked to Lucien then asked.
"You know, I never asked why you were running from that guard."
Lucien chuckled a bit and rubbed his head,
"I, uhhh, Stole this." He extended his hand to reveal a pendent. The pendent had the seal of the imperial guard. "The guards always have some loose items, and I need some food so I felt it would be okay to take it."
"Small timer."
Lucien looked up and shot the other child a questionable look.
"What do you mean "Small Timer"? I stole this from a guard!"
The other child stood up and looked to Lucien.
"Look, kid, You got caught stealing, By a guard, in the act, AND You ran into me and couldn't even pick yourself up. Your a small time criminal, you'll end up in jail soon enough."
Lucien looked down to the ground….
And began to cry.
"I didn't want this life." He spat out between his tears, "I Had morals! I used to be the good kid! A Gods fearing, smart boy! Now look at me, Street trash that cant even steal properly!"
"I can teach you."
Lucien looked up, wiping the tears from his face. He looked to the other child and asked,
"What do you mean?"
"I will teach you how to live, if you are willing to listen, and learn" The other child had said, his head turned away, the unnatural silver hair fell over his eyes. "But, you must do everything I say, if you do not, you will be in prison within the week or worse… dead."
Lucien stared at the young child, wondering how he was so mature at such a young age.
"One question," Lucien had said, the other child had turned to look at Lucien, his silver eyes piercing through Lucien's very soul. "Who are you?"
The child had turned away once more.
"My name… Is Damien Grey." He clenched his fists as he said the next few words. "I am, The Fox."