New Oblivion
(Gazing up at the starry night sky in a patch of grass, the handsome, red-headed, pyromaniac Axel sighs deeply as he stares up into the pitch black sky.)
A: Man…the stars sure are pretty tonight…
(Stomach growling for proper sustenance, Axel groans as he clutches it in agony.)
A: Ugh...I want food!
(As if his prayers had been answered, he spots a small mudcrab crawling along the ground not too far away from him. Grinning at his stroke of luck, the red-head rolls onto his stomach, and begins creeping toward it slowly.)
A: Jackpot!
(Careful as to not scare the crustacean away with any sudden noises, Axel moves toward it cautiously until he was merely inches away from the animal, and his next meal. Glad that the crab hadn't spotted him yet, he decides to take a chance at killing it. Eying a stray, good-sized stone next to him, he takes the rock, inches forward a little more, then seizes his opportunity. With one quick hit, the red-head had raised the stone and brought it down upon the crabs shell and smashes it in. Smiling at his success, he stands, brushes himself off, and picks up the dead crustacean.)
A: Hah! Axel, you've done it again! Well played as always!
(Sitting down in the grass with his stomach growling hungrily, he tears open the shell and begins eating the meat eagerly. After he had eaten every edible part from the crab, he tossed it aside and lay back down in the grass.)
A: sigh I'm still hungry…
(After about half an hour of star gazing, a powerful gust of wind blew and Axel curled up tightly into a ball to keep warm. After all, he was only wearing a thin white shirt, brown pants, and leather shoes he had stolen from a guy who was bathing in a river one day. For all Axel's life he had to steal to survive and he had been stealing ever since he could remember. Sadly, he had no memory of his parents or past whatsoever. He had woken up one day lying on a beach with no idea of how he got there or why he was there. The only things he knew when he had woken up were the he was 10 and his name was Axel. Shivering and curling up tighter to keep from losing precious body heat, Axel's eyelids flutter and he soon drifts off to sleep.
MX: Hurry my lady! We don't have much time! I fear they will catch up to us if we don't keep moving!
LX: I know Marly! I know! But-
MX: I mean no disrespect princess, but we must keep going! Time is of the essence!
(Blue eyed and golden haired, Larxene hastily follows her pink haired and green eyed friend, Marluxia through the mass of frantic people to the entrance of Chorrol. Shoving and pushing away scared commoners, Marluxia and Larxene sprint up to North Country Stables, where Zexion had gone ahead to saddle the fastest of the horses for them to make a quick escape. Seeing Zexion and the chestnut horse ready to go, Marluxia mounts then motions for Larxene to as well.)
LX: You will not go unrewarded Zexion, I swear my life upon it!
MX: We are in great debt to you indeed, and we shall repay our gratitude in full. He-ya!
(As the stallion gallops off into the night with Marluxia and Larxene, the blonde grips her friend's waist to keep from falling. Then she turns her head to look at the once majestic city of Chorrol, now infested with daedra and burning. Thus is the start of a chain of sequence of events that would change the country of Tamriel and the world of Cyrodiil forever.)