OBLIVION
The young woman scowled as stumbled she turned away from the raging battle behind her.
Tears poured down a soot covered face as she crumpled just outside the imperial city its white gold ruins stood strewn about from Dagons disgrace. The air carried upon it the end of this era-
She didn't care.
She had FAILED!
The imperial empire would never see another Septim upon the white gold thrown-the last heir was gone-Martin was dead!
She had failed...and let down her entire Country...she curled into a tiny ball tears working harder on a frightfully darkened face- a cascade of dark tresses hiding her pain from the prying eyes of Tamriel. Her sky blue eyes lit with heart shattering anguish-No. No. No. No. No. No .No!
The sky carried the flame of Akatosh's child across the fields of war as the men around her fought back whatever daedra were left to flay. The clash of metal and the gowling cies of the guardsmen and legionnaires brung her the strength to struggle back to her,iron clad,feet. She unsheathed her battered ebony blade and eased into a relaxed battle stance-she still had to fight to complete.
She sighed-breaking into a run she vaulted over a dead orc with a battle axe embedded in her back,to power jab into the back of an unsuspecting Demora-she swallowed at the warm gush of demonic essences that coated her hand. With mastery agility she turned parrying the claymore coming at her left her open for the crushing blow that came to her head from the right- She staggered of to the left and slash her finally attack. She fell to her knees as her body slumped to one side.
Light...a blinding light and so much pain..
-All is well little Mortal...you are still needed elsewhere…-
Skyrim
He had a hazy feeling as his feet touched down upon a snowy ground of the throat of the world. The roar of dragons thrumm- but it was different. This was a call of ending-a mournful song. He wobbled, falling on his rump in the cold cushy snow he shivered.
His back hit the ground with an inaudible thump and the snow clogged his vision.
-Skyrim was always such a beautiful place…- he absently thought as he looked up at the two massive moons, Secunda and Masser, they were surrounded by bright stars and an other worldly Aurora. He sighed at the flightless dragons. They're scales glittered like priceless sapphires,
He was dying.
He grimaced at the warm gash in his side pour hot blood into pure snow-Gods it hurt.
His ebony mail stuck to his wounds uncomfortably and he seemed to have misplaced his sword-Why in Oblivion had they sent him out of Sovngarde if he was just going to die anyway!- a tear slipped past frost coated cheeks.
He gazed at long blonde curls that flowed across frigid ice...he was so tired. He wondered idly what would happen now? He had saved the world! Everyone was save now...so why did he have to die all alone?
A sob ripped through his throat. He HATED this! It wasn't fair...he hadn't even gotten to go back home.
To DawnStar-the brotherhood...Cicero!
A/N: So this was the first chapters and I'm not all that likely to answer anyone question
No flames this is our first fics.