~Tiid of freedom~

The night was dark and dreary, and the atmosphere felt like the very sins of mankind was cascading over the lands, up until a point to which the clouds in the dark sky decided to disperse, and separate to let the cleansing light of the full moon shred away the sinful darkness from the plains of the earth, revealing the humid fogy air.

One man with the name of, Lokrodan' was standing in a field of dark crimson, weekly grasping the hilt of his sword, and the handle of his shield with his blistered and worn out hands.

He stood there in almost a trance like state in his old, tattered and blood stained cloths that he wore, which had the blue of the dark ocean, and the insignia of a powerful bear upon his back.

He snapped back into reality and looked around with his blood shot eyes, scanning the field of sparkling red.
It might have looked pretty if the knowledge of how it got there didn't haunt his tired mind.

All he could see was the many bodies of blue and red uniforms that scattered and, defiled the lands of Akatosh.

He took a deep and painful sigh, and started walking in a direction, which was the only thing his tired and scarred mind could think to do.
It didn't matter which direction it was, Just as long as he can get away from it all, in hopes of leaving it all in the past.


What was only about ten minutes of walking felt to him as if time was trying to torture him with the feeling of it lasting forever, along with him almost tripping over the many dead bodies that littered the grounds around him.
Until he stopped abruptly, with the look nothingness, as if the void itself was being projected upon his face.

He looked into the soulless eyes of his shield sister, His best and only friend, and his fiancée.
A dagger firmly planted into her chest, and her sword of blood and silver at her side.

He fell to his knees after dropping his sword and shield, and just sat there, motionless.
He would have looked dead himself with how frozen he sat there, with only his chest heaving in, and out, to signal the life he had, but didn't want.


There he sat, next to a small mound of rocks with a wooden cross crudely crafted than planted as a headstone.

Night shade flowers scatters around it in a perfect circle, to help ward off any living creature to stay away.

With his eyes closed and his fists clenched, he heaved a big sigh before saying.

"As Ysgramor as my witness, I will destroy the unholy empire. I will make them watch as I take down all that they have built, and bring freedom to these lands once again."

He paused for a moment, and then spoke again.

"For only then I may rejoin you in Sovngarde, and live together in the Hall of Valor with the other heroes of old."

Before he used a dagger to cut his hand, and make his blood fall to the mound in which his love laid dead.


And that was the glimeps into my strange mind.
So, tell me if you liked it, and if I get enough support for it and know that you people like it, I might make it into a full blown story. Until then I will keep all of my time on "Live,Lose,Love,Die".