The Dark Blade
Prologue
"I, Millsy, was born 25 years ago. This is the 5th day of Evening Star, the province of Skyrim. In a secret village called Small Barrow. I, as well as three of my best friends and our wives live the small castle commonly known as Castle of the Nine. We are the Templar knights that protect our village and keep it in peace. We have remained undetected amazingly as we are not far from Whiterun, A main city. We have survived the Dragon crisis easily. From the news of a foretold Dragonborn, but we have not seen him. Most of us wear the amour of our fathers, who fought with the Hero of Kvatch against the dreaded Enemy of Pelinal Whitestake, Founder of the Knights of The Nine. We are apart of this group. We were unchallenged as the greatest warriors of the land other than the Blades and neither The Dragonborn himself, now that is about to change and The Blades nor the Dragonborn can help. This is a problem of The Last of the Knights of the Nine in Skyrim..."
Chapter One
Small Barrow
"Millsy! Can you go get my quiver? I left in my room next to Emily." Brad yelled to Millsy.
"Do it your self!" Millsy said to Brad.
"Anna, how is the soup coming?" Tom asked his wife.
"Not too bad. Amelia! Get your lazy elvish husband up! Dinner is almost ready" Anna called out.
"Alex, get up!" Amelia yelled at the elf with blonde hair. There was a sigh,
"Normal day at the castle, is it?" Alex called to his blonde haired wife while going to kiss her on the cheek. He put with forest green and sky blue tunic on, strapped his quiver on his back and put on his elvish cloak. He then strapped the scabbard of his elvish sword Flame on his belt and moved to lunch. But as soon as they sat down; a farmer ran up to the Knights and said in a wrinkly old voice.
"Sir Knights, Bandits, they come with swords and bows, come to steal everything they can!"
"Can they not see the big castle? Let's get going" Alex said to the rest and they ran into battle.
The bandits weren't average bandits; they had Black gear on so it was hard to tell what race they were. But one thing was obvious they had dark grey pointed ears and glowing red eyes. Dark elves these were, Skilled rangers who take what they want and they slew anybody who opposed them...they hadn't met the knights before then. Alex drew his bow and fired his golden arrow into the face of this ranger. Being an elf he had the best aim with a bow than anybody else in jumped through the air and sliced one of these rangers heads was finnished and Alex went to collect his arrows.
"Now for soup!" Tom said joyfully.