A Bloody Dream
Curio Avellan stood outside of Kvatch, like a ghost. He felt like a ghost too, like nothing in the world could touch him. He had been standing there, doing absolutely nothing, for at least an hour now. He had watched the townspeople, going along there daily lives, as if nothing was different today than any other day. He watched the horizon, staring at the beauty of Nirn.
Suddenly, three blood-red gates to hell opened before him! Daedric servants of Mehrunes Dagon came rushing towards him, But he did not move. They did not even attack him. He watched as the town bells rang, and the soilders screamed, and did nothing. He watched as a giant gate sprouted behind the lesser gates, and did nothing. He watched as a great seige machine from hell crawled out of the gate, spewing fireballs all over the wall, and did nothing. All he did was watch, like a ghost.
It was only a short amount of time before the town was destroyed. The gate fell down with a loud crack after just a few fireballs were sent at it. After a few minutes, the walls were black, not grey. Daedra ran to the walls, running toward them, and climbing up them. They slew everything. None could escape them. Curio Avellan still didn't do anything.
And then he awoke, in his bed, at the chapel of Dibella, wet with sweat, and as tired as a novice runner in the imperial legion.
"Just a dream, he thought."
Just a dream. Oh, how wrong he was.