Introduction: Garret is the arch mage of the college of winterhold. Under his leadership, the college of winterhold has become renowned and prosperous. However, a troubling prophecy of a powerful necromancer invading Skyrim, causes him to seek the aid of the companions. What he did not expect was to fall in love with the strong, but stubborn Nordic warrior Vilkas. But can Vilkas get over his hatred of magic and admit to feelings of love in time to save both the college and Skyrim? Rated M for violence and sexual content in later chapters. Vilkas is the main romance with hints at Farkras too!
Chapter 1
Under the leadership of arch mage Garret, the mages of the college of Winterhold were no longer isolated, but engaged in research and endeavors to not only further magic, but for the benefit of all of Skyrim. The college became a safe haven for potential mages and students traveled from far and wide to learn how to control and develop their powers for good. Both the town and college of Winterhold gained renown and prosperity from the resulting businesses, travelers and royals that sought the mages aid. Garrett truly believed magic, if properly learned, developed, and controlled, could be used for great good. He believed the college should not squander such power and talent, and instead make it its mission to do great good in Skyrim. It had not been easy combating the Nords fear of magic, nor had convincing the college's long time faculty to use their "skills" and begin research to assist non-mages. However, Garret was powerful and respected battlamge, and his diplomatic personality, strength, compassion and fairness won over many, making such alliances and projects possible.
It all worked out for the best. In fact, both the necromancy and restoration departments were on the verge of a breakthrough. By combining both schools of magic in new ways, the professors and more advanced students hoped to restore function to lost limbs, perhaps even cure blindness. Garret was hopeful at the potential to heal a great number of former soldiers, whom had lost body parts during the Skyrim Civil War. The alchemy and restoration departments continued to develop more advance potions and medicines to cure the worst diseases that ravaged Skyrim, and he had talked the jarls into funding the distribution of such potions to the citizens of their cities and towns. While Garret was was proud of the success of the college in helping the people of Skyrim and training young mages to properly use their magic, he missed the days when he could freely wonder and adventure. Now, he was responsible for an entire college and his desk was covered in administrative paperwork, requests, proposals and research papers.
There was a knock on his office door. "Come in". His assistant, Leandra entered. Leandra was young, petite, and pretty nord with long flowing blond hair. She was kind and a powerful clairvoyant, another reason he kept her so close. When he had found her, Leandra had not understood her powers and the entire town thought her a crazy witch that should be burned at the stake. He rescued her from the mob and brought her to safety to the college of Winterhold, where she learned both how to control and understand her visions into the future. Since his rescue all those years ago, the two were close like brother and sister, and rose in both power and rank in the college.
Worry clouded her features and she looked shaken. "I've had a vision" she whispered. "A powerful one, I can see, come here take my chair" he replied, getting up and offering his seat. He knew the more powerful visions were exhausting and terrifying, especially if it did not bring good news. He got up and poured her a glass of water and ushered her to sit. Leandra did not speak immediately and Garrett waited patiently for her to formulate the images she saw into words. At last, she said, "A foresaw a powerful necromancer. The destruction this necromancer and his army of the dead caused…. the power, fear, devastation… many will die and suffer if we do not stop him." Garrett responded "I will gather our most powerful mages to, we have dealt with necromancy before"
"There is more" she continued. "Our magic alone cannot stop him, I foresaw a strong fearsome warrior, almost wolf like, slaying the necromancer" Leandra put her face in her hands and whispered "And I saw what appeared to be your death". Garret put his hand on her shoulder and knelt before his friend. "You would have fallen facing the necromancer in a final battle here at the college" she continued. "There were so many demons, death, bodies….but that powerful warrior, wielding a large sword…was fighting with you and your spell weakened the necromancer enough so this he could strike down the foe…..I think you and he were lovers because of his despair in his energy, he was crying over your limp from." This caused Garrett to raise an eyebrow. Leandra's prophecies usually never included such an intimate detail and he did not know how he felt about this. "I would like to believe he saved you, but as always, the future outcome is still unclear. You must go to Whiterun! That is where you will find this strong warrior who can defeat the necromancer and possibly save you." she continued.
"I will send out a party to Whiterun first thing in the morning" he told her. "No it must be you" the clairvoyant countered. "My vision…it felt that… you yourself must go." Garrett couldn't help but look over at his desk and the overflowing amount of paperwork and requests needing his attention and inwardly groaned. But still, a vision like this could not be ignored. Looking down he hugged her. He knew seeing his death and the death of all those she loved in the college, while only images of what could come, was still a harrowing experience. Hell he was a bit shaken about being foretold about his death and such a strong enemy on the horizon, but for now his focus was on comforting his friend. Taking a steady breath and trying to lighten the mood she said "and don't you worry about all that is going on here. I'll make sure things run smoothly and no one burns down another wing of the college while you are away. Besides, you look like you could get out for a bit and experience love!" Garrett blushed slightly and did not know how to respond. Since he had become the arch mage, there was no time for such things as lovers! Where had that part of her vision come from!
A knock at the door and Garrett excused himself from his friend to answer it. A courier delivered a message, and Garrett handed him a few coin for his trouble. Skimming it over, he looked up and slightly smiled at his Leandra. "Well, it looks like a request from Kodlak of the Companions for our help on a matter."
Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. This is my first fanfiction and first time writing fiction! Sorry if the first chapter is a bit slow in sitting this up!