This is my first fanfic. It's an idea I've had for awhile... R&R! No flames, but I like constructive critism :)
Disclaimer; I do not own Oblivion.
"A long time ago, when I lived in the kingdom of Tamriel, there was a crisis. I remembered it so well… it was like fire had consumed the land. Fire, danger, Daedra Lords and… death. Death was the one that hit people the most.
I had two friends; two Bretons, twins to one of the Countess's whose husband had vanished. The girl… she was my best friend. I watched as she and her brother were pulled into a war neither of them wanted any part of…
Most people want to carve their own paths, but if their destiny is set by the Nine Divines, they accepted it. Not my Breton friends. They hated their destiny and tried to free themselves from it many times… but they were always hauled back.
The girl… she did it out of love for her town, her brother, her mother and the man she loved… Her brother did it out of love for his people, his family and the beautiful nature of Tamriel. He had always loved nature… It was better than the noisy, smelly cities like the Imperial City.
I eventually joined the fighting. I would die for either of those twins… they helped me when I needed it after being turned down so many times. They helped me, then they saved my life. I would lay down my life for those two… not many people would."
The Orc female took a deep breath, gazing among the small children and the one guard seated before her. She smiled a little as she remembered those twins so fondly.
One of the children spoke up.
"Sir Mazoga, who were they? Are they still alive?"
Mazoga took a deep breath. In truth, she hadn't seen those twins in so many years. Last she'd heard, the woman had married again and the male became the Count of his home city.
"Well, little one… They were warriors, protectors of Tamriel. But the city they protected the most was Anvil, their hometown. Their story was told while their mother, Millona Umbranox, was the Countess of Anvil."
Her hand went to the hilt of her sword; the sword had the power of fire enchanted upon it, set by a Nord mage Mazoga had once met. The sword had a small stallion engraved into it, indicating Mazoga's status as a Knight of the White Stallion.
"My friend was the Maiden of Anvil, and her brother was the greatest Count they ever had. They were Carmen and Cameron Umbranox, and this is their story."