Hey again! Here's an all new Elderscrolls story! It's mostly for a joke but I am turning it into a jokey sequel to 'Back to Oblivion'. This story will not focus on Sylvi (my OC) or Celestra (dragonlegend's OC). Rather, it will focus on an all new OC of mine, Alcina. I hope you enjoy and I welcome critiques!
Chapter 1
An Imperial rushed through the forest towards a small village in The Rift, her mage robes fluttering as the wind picked up. Her ocean blue eyes widened as she spotted a group of bandits chasing after her. She lifted her hand, fire swirling around and licking at her palm before she launched the missile at her attackers. As the flames spread to the surrounding trees the Imperial vanished, casting an invisibility spell and taking to the darkness of the forest.
She slowed to a walking pace and ended the spell when she arrived back at her home. It was a small village, fairly new as well. She had been travelling with a group of mercenaries from Morrowind when they decided to set up a base to settle down. They were hoping to start their own guild in Skyrim. Alcina had joined them when she was very young. She had been taken in by one of the mercenaries and raised as their little sister, and was taught the skills of a thief and a mage.
She slipped into the village and into a humbly built cabin where her brother lived. As she entered the house she saw two Dunmers sitting by a small fireplace. The woman was cooking up supper and the man was polishing his short sword. The man smiled as he set the blade down, "Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder what trouble you had gotten yourself into."
"The usual, Maharo." Alcina smiled at the male and handed him over a bag filled with daggers and gems, "I managed to swipe a few things from the bandits."
"Maven will be happy that you did such a good job." Maharo chuckled and ruffled the girl's hair.
The woman whistled proudly as she looked at the bag before looking at the young Imperial, "Why don't you go play for a little bit? Supper will be ready in an hour."
"Okay, Lacita." Alcina nodded before leaving the house.
Alcina glanced around before scaling the back of the house. She pulled herself onto the roof and picked up a book she had left there earlier in the day. It was a large, heavy tome she had picked up while visiting the college at Winterhold. She had always been enthralled by large, old books. One of the mages had jokingly suggested that perhaps Alcina's parents were scholars or mages, which would explain the almost inherent draw she had towards knowledge and the search of it.
Alcina never knew her parents. She had been abandoned at an orphanage when she was a baby. Once she was old enough to leave she decided to take up mercenary work. At the age of thirteen she found herself in Morrowind looking for work. She had been lucky to find a new band that was trying to start up a guild and were looking for any new members. It didn't take long before she proved herself to be worth their time. Maharo had taken Alcina under his wing to teach her magic, saying that her thieving skills were fine enough but her magic needed refining. When she was twenty Maharo married Lacita, a lovely Dunmer woman who had always been like a mother-figure to Alcina.
Alcina flipped open the book and rested her back against the chimney. Her eyes scanned the pages as she took in the knowledge. A few strands of hair fell into her face, telling her that the tie holding her bangs back and off her face had come loose. She ignored it, opting to merely brush the strands behind her ear. She frowned slightly as she peered closely at the pages. Her glasses were being repaired by Gohljor, the group's blacksmith. She never gave glasses a second thought until Maharo had noticed her looking at the pages of books a little too closely while studying. After a little bit he managed to get her to a friend who confirmed that she needed glasses, even if they were just for reading. She rarely saw people with glasses outside the major cities. They were very hard to make and by that effect they were also very pricey. Maharo had given Alcina her glasses as a birthday gift for her eighteenth birthday.
She returned her attention to her book and began scanning the pages. It wasn't until a voice called out to her that she noticed just how late it had gotten. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, throwing an orange-gold glow into the cold sky. She looked up as Maharo climbed onto the roof, "Alcina, supper's been ready for over an hour now." He spotted the book in her hands, "Ah, I see. You little bookworm."
"I guess I lost track of time." Alcina said softly as she tucked the book under her arm.
"Ah, no worries kiddo. Now, come eat. If you want to bury yourself in reading you need brain food first." He chuckled before scaling back down, "Oh, Gohljor brought your glasses over. He said try to make sure you don't drop them off a cliff again."
"Hey, at least I blasted those bastards off the cliff." She smirked, "I call it a fair trade. Besides, I had more than enough coin to pay him to repair my glasses."
Supper went smoothly as usual. As everyone finished eating Maharo got up and pulled a large black book off the shelf above the fireplace. He had always treasured that one book above all others and treated it with the upmost care. Alcina blinked in surprise as he set it down in front of her.
"This book is very important to my family. My grandfather found it and passed it on to my father, who passed it onto me." He took a seat and clasped his hands together, "And now I think it's time I pass it on to you."
"What?!" Alcina gaped, "But shouldn't it go to your own child?"
"I think you've proven yourself as a strong enough person to be trusted with it." He smiled softly, "Besides, as far as I'm concerned you are my little sister."
"I…" Alcina stared at the book then at Maharo, trying to find the right words, "I promise to take care of it and keep it safe."
"Now… When you first open it you may be scared, but just trust that it won't hurt you. Don't let it get the better of you." Maharo said before yawning, "I'll explain more in the morning."
"But where did your grandfather find this book? Who wrote it?" She asked as she looked over the spine and covers, finding nothing but the black covering.
"That's part of the book's secret." Maharo smirked and tapped her nose with his finger, "And it's something for you, young mage, to see for yourself." He stood up, "Now, off to bed."
Alcina rolled her eyes, "I'm not a child, Maharo. I'm twenty two."
"Yes, but that's a child in Dunmer years. Now off to bed, bookworm." He gestured towards one of the doors on the other side of the room.
