I walked around the streets of my fair city. My family lived very close to the Temple of Akatosh. The skies suddenly went red followed by a loud crack. I rallied to guards around me. The daedra swarmed the city. A scamp cast a fire spell missing me by inches. It took three good hacks till the vermin fell. One altmer guard wasn't so lucky he screamed as the fire engulfed him. I asked my captain if I could go to see my family and escort the civilians in the area. He nodded but told me to get my hide back. I ran cleaving down daedra in my path.
Fatigue was setting in. I've never even seen a daedra. I looked at my house. The windows were cracked. "Mara's mercy no" I kicked the door open. My son Aelius trembling with fear. "Where's your mother and sister" I said calm but sternly. He guided me to the attic. My wife Paulina looked calmly stroking our daughter Valerina hair. "Get to the temple now" I said. She nodded and all four of us went together. My wife was a alteration apprentice. She used all her mana to cast a protective spell on us. The arena fighters acted as a secondary defense force. Bodies both mortal and daedra littered my cities streets.
Some Paulina covered Valerina's eyes. Due to my enchanted Kvatch Cuirass I was a little stronger and had better endurance then most conscripts. This little edge was proving useful slightly. I saw Brother Martin escorting some of the citizens using his frost dagger and frost spells on scamps. I went in his direction with my family. "Brother Martin get my family to safety I have to get back into the fight". He nodded my son and daughter looked scared telling me not to go. "I love you" I said mournfully to my family.
The fighting was tough many had never even seen a daedra let alone fight it. Their battle skills were tough as well. It seemed for every two who fell. Double would take their place. Our morale dropped as this large war machine blasted the arena apart. The reaction was mixed from the arena fighters. Some ran in different directions. Others roared fighting with even bigger rage and zeal.
Soon the mages guild building was set ablaze then the fighters guild. The guild forces morale was dropping. We finally hacked down the last force. I learned the captain was dead. The count was still in the castle. After my heroics under fear the battered guards decided to appoint me captain. I ordered the able bodied to get down to safety and build a refugee camp. The gate was quiet the very sight scared the citizens and children. Nothing came out though I made the citizens run fast and don't look back even if they hear screams from us guards.
My wife kissed me and told me to come back alive. I suggested some guard go in the gate and find a way to close it. They look fearful at the very idea. "Damn you craven curs if you don't close it our families won't just be killed all of Cyrodiil will burn" I said with fury. They nodded and without a cheer entered to oblivion gate.
I thought of my family. This is indeed Kvatch's finest hour and I'm ready to fight for my family, city, and country. I bashed my shield. "Come on you daedric scum and witness the power of the Kvatch city guards".
Hope you guys liked it I usually don't do fanfics hope I did okay.