Chapter 1:The unnatural one
"Why can't I be like everyone else?" I asked my father who stared back at me in shock.
"What do you mean, you're a normal boy like the rest", he responded to me.
Let me get one thing straight, I cannot use magic at all. I am, in fact, the only person in the world who cannot use magic. Being born as a Mystical Elf doesn't make things much better either.
I stood silent for a while "I guess you're right"
At that moment a heard a loud scream. It was a scream of real fear and it made me shiver.
My dad took up his scimitar "Minato, find somewhere to hide". He ran outside to assist.
I didn't listen though and I followed him which I regret even now.
Our village was ablaze with many people lying on the floor, most of them were merely ash now. Unfortunately though I didn't feel any sadness or remorse for I despised these people anyway.
Is it right for me to hate them? No, I was odd so they had a reason to pick on me. But that doesn't mean it is right.
I found my dad fighting against a man wearing Armor.
How could one man do all this?
I was in deep thought not knowing how but the man moved back and prepared for a lunge.
I screamed "Dad, watch out!"
This sealed his fate for he looked back at me letting his guard down getting a sword pierced straight through his chest.
My eyes grew heavy and in a moment I rushed to the figure, picked up the scimitar and stabbed him in the stomach. Once I came to my senses I couldn't believe my eyes.
I stare at the Imperial Dragon Armor given to the Champion of Cyrodil, The Hero of Kvatch, Savior of Bruma.
Shocked, I asked,"Why... why would you do this?"
He coughed up blood "I killed countless Daedra, And the leader of the Mythic dawn only to be killed by a mere teenager. I find it ironic"
Enraged, I pushed the sword deeper, "I asked why!"
He just laughed some more "Mystical Elves, you are nothing but descendents from Deadra. You must be erased from this world."
Finally, I removed my sword from his stomach.
"Daedra?"
He died before he could answer.
His body became cold quickly, much like my glare, as I stare at the body before me.
I turned to my father who was on the floor trying to stay alive.
"Father, hold on."
He could hardly breath "Minato...run...away"
More soldiers approached and no matter how much I wanted to leave my father, I had no choice. I picked up his Scimitar and ran.
My name is Minato and when I was fifteen, I killed the champion of Cyrodil, my village was destroyed and my dad was murdered.
That was nine years ago...