Chapter 1: Introduction
A/n: Howdy Howdy! As you guess it and requested, here is my sequel!
It seemed as one figure, but was two. It seemed as an over grown cliff racer, but was not. The eye of a human can be deceiving, but the set of eyes that peers back at you from its area in the sky see you clearer than you see yourself in the mirror.
Who do these eyes belong to? That question can be easily answered. 6 months after the fall of Dagoth Ur in Pelegiad, we rejoin our hero. Vvardenfell flew the skies with inhuman speed, but what more would you expect from the Winged Twilight warlord? Her eyes pierced through clouds she flew above, she was going home, going to Azura's shrine.
Her purpose she was still unsure of, for it was indeed quite wonderful to be Winged Twilight. She had 2-inch fangs straighter than a line, pale golden skin, large golden wings, bold blonde hair in a braid to her mid-back, and a sleeveless thigh-length golden dress. On her feet were no shoes, her feet were bare.
She continued flying, looking back at the fading tower of Vivec before she felt a rustle in her arms. In her arms was an Ancient looking Mudcrab. It was darker than others of its species and its legs paler and slightly longer. This was Skooma, this was one of Vvardenfell's best friends. Skooma stirred again, then yawned and looked up at Vvardenfell.
"Good morning Skooma." She said, smiling at her little friend. Her voice was gentle and soft, but had the familiar brassy undertone of all Daedra.
Skooma blinked and stared up at her before turning over.
"Skooma want go night night. Skooma not want wake, sun to bright for Skooma night night." He said in his raspy yet squeaking voice.
Vvardenfell chuckled slightly before seeing the great Statue of Azura in front of her. Folding her wings in slightly she lowered herself before her feet touched the stone ground. Vvardenfell, Skooma in her arms, turned the crank and walked inside.