Flames will be roasting marshmallows!
Me: YAY! I finally wrote this fiction to share with you all!
Everyone from the Elder Scrolls: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Me: This fic, I have been working on for awhile.
Farkas: Now I am curious, tell the story!
Me: I do not own Skyrim or any of the Elder Scrolls, if I did there would be much I would add! Now on with the fic!
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-Prologue-
Walking in the middle of the night, was a 5' 6'' tall, husky build women. Who had turned to walk down an alley way toward her home.
'Again! Those stupid idiots!' She thought to herself as she walked on, in a fast pace.
This young woman's life has been a sad one for a while now. Her whole family was slaughtered in front of her. After the trials, the lawyers are hounding her for their money that is owed.
The women sighed, as she got to her apartment. Unlocking her door, then walked in.
After she lock her door, and looked at her empty home, she sighed. "Why? Why do these people think they need more money?" She groan out in frustration, as she wiped her face with her right hand.
Heading to the kitchen, she decided to check her messages.
"Miss. Morton, I regretfully tell you, that if I do not get your rent within a week..."
With a loud growl a human can make, newly dubbed as Miss. Morton. She shuts off the accursed recording machine.
She shakes her head, and heads to her room, the only room with furniture in it.
"Why cant I get a break!?" Miss. Morton exclaims to herself in sorrow.
Her room consist of a bed, a dresser, TV, Xbox 360 and her favorite game, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.
Miss. Morton huffs, and decided to take a bath, in her depressed mind. She will end it all.
Miss. Morton has decided to commit suicide, by drowning.
She wrote her note, and it says:
To Anyone who found me,
I could not go on, everything is not right anymore. My life has no meaning anymore. There is nothing for me anymore.
Sincerely,
_ Morton
After a week had past by, Miss. Morton's Landlord came by and discovered her drowned.
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-In Some other dimension-
In the small space, between our world, and another, a small meeting was being held. The beings were arguing over who would be the hero or heroine of Tamriel.
One side, lounging in a relaxed state, was a golden, silver dragon. Eyes were a fierce crimson red, almost the color of blood.
Next to him, shrouded in gray robes, to where you are unable to see his eyes. His hands are like skeletons, holding a scepter that is made of bones.
Up next, a skimpy dressed, in gold, silver, and purple clothing. Showing the beauty of a woman's body. Her scepter was made in gold, the shape of a perfect woman's naked body.
Next to the skimpy dressed women. Dressed in robes of pink and white, she had the eyes of love in them. Her scepter was made in silver and gold, wrapped around and ended in a ring at the top.
Next to the loving eyes, dressed in pale blue, and cotton white. Her hair blowing in no wind. Her scepter was smooth, yet bumpy, at the top, perched, an unknown flying animal.
Next to the flying hair, dressed in robes of green and yellow. His blue eyes, gives mercy, who earns it, or needs it. His scepter was made like a blow horn, in gold and silver.
Next to the man of mercy, dressed in blue robes. He had the aura of order and scholarship. His scepter, was made in silver, with a judge hammer on the top.
Next to the scholar, wearing robes in red and black. His hands looked like he worked his whole life.
His scepter was a giant blacksmith's hammer.
Lastly, in all Nordic glory of the ancient land of Atmora of old. He has sharp blue eyes, blond hair and beard. He is an ascended God of the Nords. His scepter, is made of stone, in his image slaying a defeated dragon.
Looking back at the relaxed golden, silver dragon. He does not look happy, or relaxed no more.
Emitting a low growl then letting the growl rise in volume, showing his displeasure.
At hearing the growl, all of the beings became silent.
"Now, what are we to do?" The dragon asked in a loud, annoyed tone.
"My lord...I felt not a moment ago a very sad soul died from suffering. Maybe we should choose this sad soul." Stated the being holding the bone scepter.
"I do not believe so, Arkay! Let the sad soul be at peace, the soul is in need of it!" Says the woman in pink and white robes, voicing her disagreement.
"Why not? Mara, she needs a second chance! The second chance will give her the peace she needs!" Arkay replied hotly, who is the bone scepter bearer, as he pounded his scepter on the ground.
The being who is the ring scepter bearer, now known as Mara, huffed, as she too pounded her scepter.
"ENOUGH! We will use her. She is now DOVAHKIIN!" The golden, silver dragon roared in annoyance, while pounded his large tail onto the ground.
"Yes, Lord Akatosh!" All beings yelled.
"Talos, keep an eye on her. When she displays her thu'um, multiple times, in one place, send her to a word wall." Lord Akatosh rumbled.
"As you will, Lord Akatosh." Talos nodded in acceptance.
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Me: There you go, the ending of the prologue. I wonder if you, my readers would like it!
Farkas: well? comment on it!
Me: Please!