The Assassination of Uriel Septim
The Great Gate opened. The soldiers of the counties stared in awe. Daedra came running out of the 4 Oblivion Gates. Wave after wave attacked. Jauffre had fallen. Martin fought with rage. The Hero of Kvatch ran. He ran into the gate. The Emperor Uriel Septim looked on at the Battle of Bruma. He looked on knowing full well of the fate of Cyrodill.
He awoke wet with sweat. His dreams were growing worse. The Amulet of Kings was growing heavy. Emperor Uriel Septim IV knew his fate and was not scared to face it. The Prophecy would come to pass tomorrow. The sadness would start tomorrow. The chaos will soon ensue.
"My Lord! I'm so sorry. It brings me great sadness to report that your sons have been assassinated. Their bodies are on their way to the Imperial cemetery in Green Emperor Way." the Blade reported. The Emperor's face was strangely calm. The news of his son's deaths had not even shaken the Emperor. "We believe that there are plans against you as well. We must get you out of the Palace. There is a secret passage in the Imperial prison that we can take. The cell is deliberately always kept open for that purpose. We must go now!"
The Blades quickly ran with the Emperor towards the Imperial Prison. People stopped in their tracks to stare.
"Look it's the Emperor!" they exclaimed.
"Is he making a personal visit?"
"What does he have to say?"
"He is running!"
"What's Wrong my Lord!?" The Emperor made no attempt to listen. He just kept running. Just running towards the fate of him and all of Cyrodill.
"What is this Prisoner doing in here!? Who are you? Why are you here?!" They had reached the prison blocks. The cell that was supposed to always be empty held a prisoner. He said he didn't know where he was, who he was, what was going on, or why he was locked up.
"Let me see him!" yelled Uriel Septim. He glanced upon the face of the prisoner. No. It can't be. Could it? Could this be him? If it was, he had found the hope of the empire. "You are the one from my dreams."
The Emperor allowed the prisoner to follow. The Blades were curious why. Why would Emperor Uriel Septim IV care of the fate of a lowly prisoner who didn't even know why he was locked up. The group moved into the ancient caverns underground hastily. That's when they attacked. The group of assassins attacked them. Only Uriel knew who they were and why they were here. They were from a Mehrunes Dagon worshipping cult called the Mythic Dawn. Time was running out.
"PROTECT THE EMPEROR!!" The Blades yelled and attacked. The prisoner looted the corpses of the killed Mythic Dawn assassins and the one fallen Blade. The end was coming. Another attack by the Mythic Dawn, Another fallen Blade. The group now consisted of the Emperor, The Prisoner, and 1 Blade by the Name of Baurus. The Final chamber is here. The Emperor remembered it vividly. This is where it would happen. The third wave of Mythic Dawn attackers emerged. Uriel Septim IV turned the Prisoner around and gave him the Amulet of Kings instructing him to deliver it to the Grandmaster of the Blades, Jauffre. Just then the assassin attacked. His fall was quick.
It barely even hurt.
Straight through his heart.
The blade was cold.
His face was rigid.
The war had begun.
But, with that last act, he had written history.
An Emperor falls, and a Hero rises.
A Leader dies, but a kingdom gains a champion.
The Champion of Cyrodill.
You are the one from my dreams.