(So...this happened. I've been playing the hell out of ESO and decided "oh, let's start another story!" Haha, why in the fk do I do this to myself?! - Anyway...here's the first chapter in my character's story. I hope you guys like it!)

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"On a Path to Answers"

"DAMN IT!" a Bosmer male kicks a merchants stall in frustration, crumbling up a piece of paper in his hands.

"I'm sorry that I haven't seen your sister, elf, but please don't take it out on my merchandise." a Nordic man adds in disgust.

"I'm sorry...it's been a long road getting here from Ebonheart." the Bosmer exclaimed.

"Well, if it helps, I hope you find her." he says in a slight uninterested tone.

"Thanks."

Six months.

That's how long Amrien has been tirelessly searching for his kidnapped sister. It's already dawned on him that she could be dead, but he didn't care. Dead or alive, he wanted to find her.

Putting his thumb and pointer finger together, he whistled. A small fennec fox appeared from behind one of the shields in the merchant's shop. It purred happily and ran up Amrien's leg, resting comfortably on his shoulder.

Amrien gave a reassuring smile to it.

"A little set back, Finn, that's all. Don't worry, we'll find her soon."

The fox tilted it's head, then rubbed along Amrien's cheek. Amrien set off toward the inn, hoping to hear news there.

000

"Vestige."

A voice calls out as Aedalyn stands beside a tall Nord woman.

Lyris? Was that her name? She can't recall.

"Vestige."

The voice calls out again as she swings at a large creature with a sword she can barely lift. The creaking of its bone filled body sends shivers down her spine.

A sudden flash of light as she is now chained to a stone table by her wrists and ankles as an Altmer mage plunges a dagger into her chest.

With a gasping inhale of breath, Aedalyn rises from where she lays in a cold sweat and sheer terror on her face. She can't help but whimper as tears threaten to fall.

"A dream." she says to herself, looking around her unfamiliar surroundings. Her brow rises in confusion, suspicion. She was still in the clothes she was captured in. Had someone saved her at the last moment? She couldn't recall, but her burning wrists told her otherwise.

Fresh scars circled around her wrists, where the shackles had once been. She remembered having shackles in her dream, too.

Quickly rising from the bed she lay in, Aedalyn opened a trunk to find all her belongings inside.

With an exhale of relief, she pulled out her khajiit-styled bow that was crafted by her mentor in Auridon. Trailing her right thumb and pointer finger along the string, she smiled longingly at the memories this bow brought back. The thought of losing something so important to her scared her terribly.

Continuing to take her belongings from the trunk, she grabs her soul-gems, potions, poisons and trinkets, placing them neatly around her belt.

For a moment, she is taken aback, as she notices a dagger sized hole in her brown leather armor just near her heart. Around it, stained forever, was faded in red.

Blood. She thought to herself. No doubt having to do with the Altmer plunging a dagger into her heart in her dream.

So it wasn't a dream after all. She finalized, now walking down the small flight of steps towards a backpack sitting by a hearth. I really did die.

What she couldn't place on her belt or in her pockets, she put within the backpack.

"Vestige, come, we must speak."

Aedalyn turned around lightning fast and drew her bow as a spectral figure appeared behind her. Her eyes widened once she realized who it was.

"Prophet?!"

000

"Nothing...again!" Amrien yelled, now standing in front of the inn. He kicked a nearby crate, causing a guard to walk over.

"Easy, boy, before I lock you up for public disruption." the guard threatened.

"Sorry, won't happen again." Amrien apologized, his voice thick with frustration.

He walked passed the market square and down toward the crafting district.

Finn's ears suddenly perked up as he jumped off of Amrien's shoulder and landed on the ground.

"Finn!" Amrien called, running after him. "What's gotten into him today?"

Amrien suddenly stops, seeing Finn running up someone's leg and to their shoulder. A voice all too familiar to him crying out in joy. They turn around and his eyes widen in complete shock.

000

Three days later...

How long has it been?

Dauragon wasn't sure. The last thing he remembered was sailing on a ship from Mournhold to Bleakrock Isle when a terrible storm brewed on the sea.

Now he was in Davon's Watch, a seaside town in Stonefalls hoping someone could take him where he needed to go. The main goal right now was to find out who drug him from the water after he hit his head against the railing of the ship.

People told him it was a Bosmer, but he couldn't really believe that. A scrawny little wood elf? He chuckled at the thought.

Dauragon's thoughts were broken as someone bumped into him.

"Sorry."

Dauragon looked over to see a Bosmer standing before him, his face hidden by a cowl . A fennec fox sat on his shoulder, staring at Dauragon as he continued eyeing the Bosmer with suspicion. It was rare to see a Bosmer in Morrowind, unless they were nothing more than merchants or with one of the fellow guilds.

Dauragon simply nodded in response to the Bosmer's apology and continued to walk in the direction he was headed.

Stopping in front of a small home, he stopped an elderly man and asked him who to talk to to get passage to Bleakrock Isle.

"Oh, you'll have to talk to Liezl, she's down at the docks with a boat. She'll get you to Bleakrock Isle, I'm sure." the old Nordic man told him.

"Thanks, I'll find her."

As Dauragon began his walk to the docks, the elderly man suddenly let out a small yelp as something landed on his shoulder. Dauragon quickly drew his staff, ready to attack. His eyes widened slightly, seeing the fox who sat on the Bosmer's shoulder.

"By the eight, little fella, don't frighten an old man like that!" he yelled to the fox. It tilted it's head as it carried a small coin purse in it's mouth.

"Is this for me?" the elderly man asked as he held out his hand.

The fennec fox dropped the bag in his hand.

"Thank you, Finn. Give Amrien and Aeda my thanks as well." he looked over at Dauragon, who's right brow rose in amusement.

"If you're looking for company while taking on that job, you should follow this fox back to its owners. They are some of the best warriors I've seen since Holgun back in his earlier days." he gave a hearty laugh at his own remark. "That and I hear one of them is responsible for pulling you out of the water."

The fox suddenly took off towards the market circle, leaving Dauragon with a short farewell.

"Don't be alarmed when you see them!" he yelled last minute, only to have the crowds block out his voice entirely.

000

"That's another hundred gold for the night." the innkeeper of The Watch House announces.

"Wow, it still amazes me at how cheap it is to rent a room here. The inn's at Auridon charge 250 gold a night." Aedalyn shivers, never liking the thought of spending too much money.

"Sounds like you're getting ripped off." the innkeeper added.

"Oh, believe me, I know. With an Altmer running things, that's a no brainer." she said disgustedly with crossed arms.

Aedalyn's eyes suddenly widened and she let out a small intake of breath as something gripped roughly around her buttocks. She turned around to see a Nord with rosy red cheeks and squinting eyes giving the most sinful grin a man or mer could have.

"Inn..." he suddenly hiccups, slurring his words. "Keeper, I'd like a room for me and this..." another hiccup. "Fine Altmer lady to enjoy the night in." he begins to lean back, catching himself as he then leans forward to try and take another sip from his tankard.

Aedalyn cringed, growing extremely offended at the Nord calling her an Altmer. She scrunched up her nose at the smell of mead on his breath.

She looked over at the innkeeper, who was smiling from ear to ear, ready to burst into laughter.

"Is there any sort of rule that says your customers can't kick someone, hypothetically speaking, in their "prized possessions" for groping them?" she asked, turning her right ankle in circles.

"Um...no, go right ahead. I think it will teach him a lesson. Don't complain to me if a guard sees you doing it though." the Dunmer smirked with crossed arms.

"Noted." Aedalyn said with a smirk as she turned to face the drunken Nord.

000

"Did she go back to our room?" Amrien asked himself, walking toward the Watch House inn.

A scratchy feeling formed on Amrien's leg as Finn crawled up with great haste. Finn sat on his shoulder and cocked his head, staring at something.

Amrien turned around to see A Dunmer male walking up the stairs from the market circle. He appeared out of breath, like he had been chasing something or in a hurry.

"There...you are." He said out of breath, looking at Finn with a bit of disgust.

Amrien looked at Finn amusingly. "You pick someone up, little guy?" he asked, scratching behind Finn's ears. He looked at the Dunmer curiously. "I hope this little guy didn't cause you any trouble." he greeted with a smile.

"Uh, no. Someone told me that the owner of that fox was the one who pulled me from the sea."

Amrien put a hand to his chin, lifting his head up in thought. "Hmm..." he spoke up suddenly. "Oh! You mean the storm a few days ago? Yeah, my sister and I were walking along the harbor when we saw you floating face first in the sea. Thought you were dead to be honest." he gave a slight chuckle.

"So you're the one who pulled me out?" the Dunmer asked.

"No my-"

CRASH!

At that exact moment the doors of the inn flew open, a Nordic man flying out and crashing into some nearby crates. A small crowd formed around the man who was now unconscious with a busted lip, swollen eye and hand on his prized possessions.

A little snort escaped Amrien's lips as a Bosmer woman stepped out from the doors that just flew open. She brushed her hands together and then proceeded down the steps. Staring down at the unconscious Nord below her she spat in his direction.

"She did." Amrien finished with an amused smirk.

000

Dauragon's mouth stood agape as he watched the Bosmer woman walk over to her brother. The fennec fox jumped from her brother's shoulder to her own and rubbed along her face.

"I see you made a friend, sister." the male jested.

Her cheeks puffed out as she glared at the unconscious Nord. "Hardly." she replied dryly. Looking past her brother, Aedalyn eyed the Dunmer near them. "Who's that?" she asked.

"Well, Finn picked him up in the market. He's been looking for us, apparently." he replied. "I'm sorry, what's your name?." he asked, turning to Dauragon.

Dauragon remained silent, staring at a very distinct symbol on Aedalyn's belt. He took the staff from his back and pointed it towards her.

"Why in Oblivion do you bear the symbol of the Daggerfall Covenant?!" He yelled at the the girl.

The male Bosmer, growing protective of his sister, stood between him and the girl. "Put your staff away, mage, or I will not hesitate to cut you down." he threatened.

"Out of my way, wood elf trash. Lest you want to be burned alive, which I won't mind doing since you're with her."

The male Bosmer didn't budge, staring Dauragon down. "Your causing a scene, the guards are a bit antsy after what the town has gone through while you were out cold. I assume you have a grudge against the Covenant, but do not threaten my sister again. Now...put your staff away." he said coldly, making slight pauses between each word.

"I've made a promise! Any Covenant soldier I come across will d-"

Dauragon was interrupted as a sharp pain formed on the back of his head.

000

"Put your staff away, one-eye, before you get arrested."

Amrien and Aeda stare in awe at yet another Dunmer who emerged from the crowd, taking her staff and smacking it against the Dunmer's head.

"Excuse my friend, he's a bit extreme when it involves the Covenant." she sharply turns around, giving off a cold stare to the Dunmer male. "Dauragon, what in divines sake have I told you about causing trouble in towns like this?!"

Dauragon's mouth gaped open when he realized who it was, then his face immediately turned into a scowl. "And what have I told you, Daela, about calling me by that stupid nickname?!"

Daela completely ignored him as she addressed the Bosmer siblings again, holding out her hand in greeting. "Daela Thadus, I'm with the mages guild. My fiery friend here is Dauragon Feydron."

Daela turns around and teasingly sticks out her tongue. "Your welcome." she finally says, leaving the three and disappearing into the crowd towards the mages guildhall.

"Does she always do that for you?" Amrien jested, a chuckle and a snort following.

"Shut up before I hit you with a fireball." Dauragon threatened.

Aedalyn walked over to the hot-headed Dunmer, who flinched slightly as if she were going to attack him.

"Well, Finn picked you up for a reason...so you must not be too dangerous. You're not, are you?" she questioned, now looking at the staff on his back. She grinned widely. "Nice staff!"

"Thank you?" he replied, a bit confused at the Bosmer's behavior. "Aren't you afraid of me?" he asked.

"Nope. I knew you wouldn't kill me." she told him confidently.

"You sure about that? Are you loyal to the Covenant?" he asked.

She shook her head violently. "Eww, who wants to be loyal to that dickhead of a king!" she exclaimed rather loudly.

"Then I assume you and your brother are from Valenwood? Wouldn't that make you loyal to the young queen leading the Dominion?"

"You're awfully curious, aren't you mage? Well, guess what?"

Dauragon's brow rose. She stands on the tips of her toes and whispers in his ear.

"That's a secret."

A fit of giggles followed as she tucked her hands behind her back. With her back turned to him, she turned her head ever so slightly to make eye contact with the Dunmer.

Her disposition suddenly grew more relaxed. "If you really want to know where I got the belt from, it was a gift. You see, I have a...lover of sorts who lives in Wayrest. He's a Breton who use to fight with his father, but gave it all up to see the world. He's a member of the Fighters Guild now. His name is Darien." she revealed.

"Aedalyn, come on, we need to plan our trip to Bleakrock. Once the sun's up, we set sail. So let's talk this out before we get on that boat in the morning. Stop talking to the ash-skin and let's go get a drink!"

Aedalyn looked back over to Dauragon and smiled. "I'm Aedalyn, you can call me Aeda for short if you like. I know elven names can be such a pain. The hot-headed protector over there is my older brother, Amrien. He lost me recently, so he's a bit on edge. I apologize if he may have offended you." she ran towards her brother, turning around to wave at him. "Come with us in the morning! I hope your magic is as violent as your attitude!" she yelled.

Dauragon watched the two siblings enter the inn, a scowl on his face.

That girl's gonna get herself killed. He thought.

000

At the inn, Amrien was still furious. He paced back and forth in the room they had been renting out.

"The nerve of that damn, ash-skin! I could have cut his head from his shoulders if he ever gave me the opportunity!"

Aedalyn sat on one of the beds, watching her brother pace about.

"Amrien, calm down. He didn't do anything, so drop it."

Amrien stopped, giving his sister an angry glance. "He could have killed you!" he yelled.

"But he didn't." she scolded. "Besides, when do you ever see Bosmer working for King Emeric? Or the Covenant in general?"

Amrien's brow rose. "Last time I checked, we did."

Aedalyn's face contorted with disgust. "Don't remind me. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is the fact that he would have killed me at the start if her really intended to."

"Or, he could milk you for every bit of information you had while torturing you." Amrien added.

"Also a good point, but I feel like he would at least get his facts right before blindly killing someone. I mean, do you honestly think that he would kill every single Breton, Redguard and Orc he came across?"

Amrien stood in silence. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he nodded. "You're right, sister. I'm sorry...it's just..." he looked towards the ground and clenched his fist.

Aeda rose from the bed and walked over to her brother. Leaning into him, she wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him.

Amrien's lip quivered ever so slightly and Aeda thought she saw his eyes watering.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Amrien. You've had many suns and moons to do that. I'm here...and I'm not going anywhere."

At those words, Amrien wrapped his arms tightly around his sister. He feared that if he let go, in some messed up way, he would wake up from a dream and she wouldn't be there anymore.

Aeda left her brother's comforting arms, giving Amrien a view of the dagger-sized hole near his sister's chest. He shivered at the thought of finding his sister's corpse somewhere...having to bury her in some unknown place. Aedalyn noticed him staring and turned her back to him.

"There's...something I need to tell you, Amrien. I haven't been completely honest with you." she proclaimed out of no where.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brow rising in confusion.

"I...I have no soul." she said shakily.

Amrien stood there staring. "What?"

"I have no soul, Amrien!" she yelled as she violently turned around to face him again. "This whole time, I haven't felt like myself. I feel like something is missing. What confuses me even more is the fact that I'm able to express emotion." she paces back and forth.

"If you don't, hypothetically speaking, have your soul, then how are you alive?"

"I've thought about that too...you would think I would be nothing more than a zombie or undead. I've had time to accept that I was in Coldharbor..."

Amrien's eyes widened. "Coldharbor?! You were in Molag Bal's realm of Oblivion?"

She nodded. "For the many suns and moons you've been looking for me. I was in a cell in Coldharbor..." she stopped, shaking slightly and ready to burst into tears. "Amrien...I died."

Amrien couldn't believe what he was hearing. That his sister died, was made prisoner in Molag Bal's realm of Coldharbor and has been summoned back with Molag Bal still holding her soul.

"Aeda I'm...I'm so sorry." he said breathlessly.

Aedalyn placed her face in her hands, whimpering as she talked.

"I'm terrified, Amrien! I don't know what to do and that old geezer is not helping my situation!" she yelled into her hands.

"Old man?" Amrien questioned, now walking over to comfort his shaking sister.

Aedalyn removed her face from her hands and nodded. "He calls himself 'The Prophet'...whatever that means. He appeared to me again after we escaped Coldharbor, in the place where I awoke. The place where you and Finn found me standing outside."

Amrien didn't want to hear anymore. He held his sister again and rested his chin on her head.

"Shh...you don't have to say anymore, Aeda. We can talk about this another time...when you're ready. You've already revealed a lot to me and I thank you for being honest. I want you to know that I promise we will find that daedric bastard and get your soul back."

Aeda looked up at him. "You believe me?" she questioned.

"Of course I do...your my little sister. I'm always here to listen and to help you. In the end...all we have is each other. We can be friendly with other people, share drinks with them, laugh and joke, but can we ever fully trust those people? That's why when all is said and done, we rely on ourselves, Aeda. You and me..."

Aedalyn's eyes grew hot with tears as she dug her face into her brother's chest. It was at this moment that Aedalyn said nothing more about her dire situation. Instead, she cried in her brother's arms for the rest of evening.

000

The next morning, Amrien and Aeda walked down to the harbor to find Liezl. When they finally arrived, they were greeted by someone they weren't expecting.

"You again?!" Amrien yelled, pointing his finger violently at the person standing next to Liezl.

Dauragon turned around, giving Amrien the most disgusted scowl he could muster.

"About time you showed up, antler boy." the Dunmer insulted.

"Call me that again and I really will cut you down." Amrien threatened.

"Amrien, calm yourself." Aedalyn said with crossed arms. She looked over at Dauragon with a smile. "I see you took up my offer?" she questioned, walking over to him and holding her hand out. "I look forward to working with you."

"I've done no such thing. I already had the contract, but this doesn't mean we're buddies, wood elf. I'm merely here to get paid, nothing more."

"Alright, alright. You don't need to get your undergarments in a bunch, mage. I just hope that our meeting yesterday can be...redone?"

Dauragon eyed the naive Bosmer, watching her hold out her hand in greeting. He reluctantly grabbed her hand, turning his head away.

"Whatever."

Aedalyn smiled at him and began walking on the ship, having a conversation with Liezl.

Amrien walked a bit before standing beside Dauragon. The dunmer looked over, receiving a very untrustworthy glare from Amrien.

"A bit of warning, mage...you put my sister in harms way and I will rip out your throat." he threatened coldly.

Dauragon smirked. "Don't know how you're planning on doing that. Though your people are savages, from what I hear."

Amrien gritted his teeth and for a moment Dauragon thought that he saw his eyes glow.

"Don't test me, mage. You don't want to do that...trust me." he looked away from Dauragon. "Believe this, then. I will do anything to protect my sister."

With that, Amrien walked away and onto the boat.

Dauragon watched him join his sister and scowled. What in Oblivion is his problem?

"We're setting off, ash-skin!" Liezl yelled. "Best get on the boat before we leave you behind.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" he heard Amrien ask, which was followed by a grunt as his sister elbowed him in the gut.

Dauragon turned his head to take one last view of Davon's watch before hopping onto the boat.

"Alright, on to Bleakrock Isle! Touches-Keels, we're setting off!" she yelled to an Argonian.

"You got it." he nodded.

Liezl joins him toward the front and grabs an oar. "If you've got winter cloaks, I suggest you have them ready for when we reach Skyrim's borders. It's going to be quite cold for all you non-Nord races." she let out a hearty laugh as her and Touches-Keels begin rowing.

(Well, there's the first chapter to my ESO story. *sighs* why do I do always start new projects when I have others to work on?! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, eve though it was filler. With the Bosmer siblings finally setting off for answers and a non-enthusiastic Dunmer joining them, what awaits them on the shores of Bleakrock Isle? Guess you'll have to find out in the next one! Next Chapter: Bleak Beginnings! Look forward to it! ^.^)