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Becoming a Legend

Prologue – Renault's not gonna like this…

Ugh…

Head hurts, mouth tastes like ash and I feel like a Xivilai is squeezing my brain; I'm really hung over…

Wood creaking, world is swaying and there are two Argonians arguing about goats…

Stop the swaying! Ugh, I'm probably on the Bloated Float, considering how drunk I am and that horrible creaking and swaying…

I slowly pull myself up onto a bench and grab my aching head; or at least I tried to…

For some reason, my hands are tied together and bound to my waist. I wiggle them a bit but they aren't loosening up. My eyes are stinging from the blaring light, which is strange, since I'm in the main room of a dingy tavern. I hesitantly open my eyes and find myself in a very unfamiliar place.

"So, I see that you're finally awake," says one of the arguing Argonians. I glanced at the two of them. Both were very different from the typical lizards I was familiar with. Unlike the scaly people from before, these two were very thick scaled and even more lizard-like. The one on the right had red scales with some funky feathers on his head while the one to the left was a light grey with a spike on his nose.

"Ugh…" I groaned as I sat up. We were in a rowboat floating in a large river. On either side of the river were mountains and trees taller that any I've seen before. Along the banks were mudcrabs, dark grey with domed shells like in Morrowind. "Where in Oblivion am I?" I asked the two.

The two Argonians looked at each other and Red answered, "On a boat." I facepalmed myself while Grey smacked Red over the head.

Grey spoke up in exasperation, "What Tell means to say is that we are in the far north; in the land of Skyrim." I nearly fell out of the boat in surprise.

SKYRIM!

My near-fall almost toppled us; all three of us steadied the boat while Red (or Tell) glared at me. "Watch yourself!" Tell exclaimed. "The waters are ice cold this far north. Falling in wouldn't be the best of ideas."

I nodded and Grey introduced the two of them. "As I was about to say, the red beside me is Tell-Many-Truths; I am called Watch-The-Skies. We found you adrift on a slab of ice many miles north of Skyrim. We brought you aboard and watched as you slept a very fitfully."

'Hmm…how did I end up there?' I thought to myself. I decided to figure it out later and make friendly with the two; hopefully they could tell me more of what's happening in the world right now. "Call me Ishmael," I said jokingly. I had remembered that old 'Moby Dick' movie and it felt oddly fitting right now.

"…strange name," Tell said quietly. I shrugged and asked what was happening with the world (in a roundabout way). Watch-The-Skies was a little confused but told me as much as he could.

"Skyrim is in the middle of a civil war; a faction of Nords, called the Stormcloaks, is trying to overthrow the Empire and make Skyrim an independent nation. Right now, the Empire and Stormcloaks are in a stalemate; neither can gain any ground. To make matters worse, the Aldmeri Dominion is sending agents to undermine the leadership of Skyrim as a whole; the agents, the Thalmor, have been kidnapping and assassinating various peoples on the charge of worshipping Talos."

Watch stopped when Tell made a subtle gesture with his left foot, gently nudging Watch's right foot. Watch gave a small nod to his left and I discretely looked over. On the east bank, a little south of our position was a bloody werewolf!

Wait, make that five…shit!

A small pack of werewolves was crouched in the tall grass, waiting for us to pass. Tell and Watch used their feet to quietly drag out two longswords from under them. They gestured under my seat and I reached my feet back. I found a sword there as well. I mimicked their actions and got the sword into my hand.

Seconds passed as we got closer to the pack. We were 20 feet away when the werewolves sprang from their hiding spot. Three Were's tackled us out of the boat while the two others held back. We splashed into the icy water; we thrashed and stabbed at the enormous lycans, trying to escape from the water.

Tell and I emerged onto the western bank, having slain the Were's that attacked us. Watch slipped as he fended off his Were and was killed; the wolf savagely tore into his throat, staining the waters red with Watch's blood. Tell roared with rage as he saw Watch fell. The red Argonian leapt back into the water to avenge his friend. Tell managed to stab the Were deeply in the chest , but failed to escape the Were's massive jaws; both fell into the river, bleeding out from their wounds.

I turned to the two remaining Were's and saw that they were slowly wading through the river towards me. I backed away, never taking my eyes off either; the wounded werewolf drug itself onto the bank, growling at me dangerously.

So it's me against two healthy werewolves and one seriously injured one; I'm pretty much screwed right now. I desperately went through the various spells available to me and was disappointed by the severe lack of spells. All I knew right now was a weak Flames spell and a Healing spell, neither one very helpful right now. I patted the various pockets in my white robes and found an exploding potion. So I had a Iron Sword and an exploding potion; not very good odds…

Thinking fast, I threw the potion at the two Were's. The resulting blast stunned them long enough for me to end the wounded Were's life, letting me devote all my attention to the other two. They had recovered from the explosion and were stalking me hungrily.

I slowly backed further away, making sure neither left my sight. One were got tired of waiting and lunged at me, snarling fiercely.

As I watched him fly at me full of fury, time slowed down…

Both wolves and I seemed to move slower and slower. I ducked under the charging wolf and stabbed him in the gut, dragging my sword as he passed. The wolf's guts spilled as it thrashed in pain. The other wolf charged, going in low to the ground. I leapt over the wolf, spun around and landed lightly behind him; I let loose a torrent of weak Flames. The flames did little to hinder him; it actually just pissed him off more.

Time resumed itself and he tackled me to the ground, trying to tear my head from my shoulders. I thrashed beneath the wolf, unable to gain enough room to stab the sword into his gut. Desperate, I placed a palm before his face and let loose a Flames spell. He howled in pain, rolling away as he pawed the flames out. I staggered to my feet and raised the sword above my head. With a tired yell, I swung it down with all my strength and lopped the wolf's head off.

The surrounding area was quiet, the sound of my breathing muffled by the gurgling water of the river. Panting, I stumbled to the river. I hoped to find the two Argonians were still nearby; no such luck. The shattered remains of the boat and their bodies had floated far downriver. Downtrodden, I slumped to the grassy bank and flipped onto my back.

Staring up into the open sky, I had one clear thought:

'Renault's not gonna like this…'

And there's what could be the next in the Becoming a Hero Series – Becoming a Legend.

Tune in to future chapters to view more one-shot prologues and possibly the future beginning of Becoming a Legend!