Disclamer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion (I wish that I did). I do not own the name, Valen Dreth but I did make the character, The rest of the character's names belong to my best friend's brain. I do not own the creatures mentioned, nor the cities within.

Note: Please be patient with me, I am trying to learn how to use this site, so as of the moment chapter one and two have fused together, sorry. I will get better, I promise!

Chapter one: Orders Day one

While heading back to my guard position which so happens to be positioned in Mehrunes Dagon's realm in Oblivion. But while I was heading back I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Valen. Valen!"

I turned to see one of my comrades Vernacus running at me with a sheet of parchment while wearing an expression of urgency on his face. I waited for him to catch up and he quickly handed me the parchment, I opened it up and it read

Caitiff Valen Dreth,

You have been given the task of accompanying the Army. We are starting the main assault- I want you on the front lines. We are marching on Bruma, we must kill Martin Septim. Mehrunes Dagon commands you! Meet us on the 24th of Morning Star

- Kractau

"What does it say?" asked Vernacus.

"I have been summoned to the Army. We are going to march on Bruma and kill the Heir", I answered. Vernacus just stared stared me with an expression of

awe.

"I can't believe it, you're going, lucky! They must like your skills I mean it is a great honor, but I just don't feel comfortable going into battle just yet."

"I think you'll do great. By the way, I heard some other Dremora talking, Mehrunes is going to march with you too!... Oh! I gotta go, more messages to deliver, see you later." And then Vernacus left me.

I can't believe it! Mehrunes Dagon himself is going to march with us! But I can't help but to be eager for all this fighting to end. Our war is to allow us to come back home. We Daedra haven't always been in Oblivion. In the beginning times we Daedra walked on Tamriel like all Men and Mer do now. But we Daedra were banished into Oblivion. I know killing the heir sounds harsh, but we need his bloodline to die for us to come back. There is this legendary amulet called the Amulet of Kings. The Emperor lights the Dragon Fires in the Temple of the One, which keeps the gates of Oblivion closed. We need to have the Amulet so we can keep the gates open. We have been able to come into Tamriel because the Mythic Dawn has killed the previous Emperor when we were banished, I suffered a head injury some centuries back and I have never been the same since, or so everyone has told me. I apparently was the most vicious warrior on the field. But now I have been reduced to a quiet "bookworm" as mortals call Scholars. As I walk to the keep, I look around the plane that I reside in. I actually like Oblivion. You never get cold thanks to the lava. Now the vegetation is questionable- bloodgrass is okay but spiddle stalk reduces speed but harradia root is the worst - when you walk by, it smacks you. I'm curious to see if Nirn has anything like our plants or are they worse? I heard that Tamriel is a beautiful place. Or at least it was when we Daedra last roamed it. I finally reached the Keep and sighed. I have a roommate and we don't really get along that well s flesh and sinews. This sword is the Dremora's ultimate weapon, it can hack through armor, bone and flesh as if it were parchment.

I started to sharpen blade with a whet stone. And when it was sharp, I donned my armor and headed down to the training yard.

It has been so long since I have used my blade and armor in full combat, sure I've worn them on my guard shifts but no mortal has made it into the keep just yet. The Sigil stone must stay in the Sigil Keep. When I reached the training I found one of my friends there and we decided to train together. My friend t fought each other in so long that I have forgotten how talented you are."

"Yeah, I almost forgot how strong I was." Velec smiled at me and wished me good luck.

I looked at the sky who apparently will be joining the battle as well. Our drill instructor said that we would drill for an hour straight every day from around six to seven o' clock at night to prepare for our on coming battle. And with that done, I headed back to my room for some well deserved sleep.