fDisclaimer: Of course, Saegomai does not own Morrowind, but if she did.. Sotha Sil would SO be alive..
A/N: This is my second story on here! Congrats to me! I would love reviews, but I'm not picky. Morrowind is a grand adventure that I just HAD to take part in!
A glow surrounded the warrior, the hero, the Nerevarine and Hortator of Vvanderfell. He felt as if he was spinning in a circle, a familiar God surrounding him, calling out for a final challenge, a final test that would either bring praise to him, or to send him to the death penalty. This wizard, this mystical Dunmer god had great interest in the warrior. Although deceased, the god still hovered the land, in search of new material, new hope. The deceased one found himself spying on the warrior and granting him unseen powers in his quest of becoming what he was now: The one the people of Morrowind bowed to. The one that the people gave praise to, and lost words at his appearance. But this god felt he had... competition... with an old friend of his. A friend that he felt spawned some sort of.. betrayal.. towards him. This old friend of his was still living to this very day, and something had to be done about his grand appearance on the land. Sotha Sil knew what had to be done, and needed it done.. Now..
Shuuya finally awoken from his dream, sweat trickling down his face as he darted his eyes around the dark room. His eyes adjusted to the dark, failing to find any presence, he threw himself back onto his bed, wiping the sweat from his dark-toned face. The Dunmer took in a horde of air, resting a hand on his forehead, the other slowly trailing down to his stomach. He then began to rub the scar that he had gotten as a token of success from Dagoth Ur himself, before slaughtering him of his senses. Shuuya refused to think back on the adventure, starting a new life as the Protector of his new found land.
The dream in which he had encountered taunted him. Sotha Sil... Wanting to speak with him? What troubles did he have with the deceased Dunmer God? What adventure did Sotha have up his sleeve prepared for him? The Dunmer prayed to Vivec it was just merely a dream, a dream in which the Dunmer became easily startled. But how would the two come into contact? Shuuya knew nothing of his vision.. And hoped it was simply a coincidence.. He opted to get prepared for what today had in store for him..
Heading from his Stronghold in the Odai Plateau, the hero headed into Balmora, crossing the river in need of some fresh water, and wanting to smell the cleanse air that surrounded the flowing tributary. Dipping his hands into it's calm, Shuuya bottled water, taking some to the pit of his empty stomach. For whatever reason, the advance Dunmer did not like the thought of eating at home. The people who also lived in his Stronghold with him enjoyed numerous meals the Dunmer would stock, just for them. He found his solace in the Guild of Mage's, the taste, simply the thought of bread merged with chunks of Ash Yam and a pound of Hound Meat, three strips of Saltrice and a mass of Scuttle on the side made his mouth water.
On his arrival into town, the Dunmer was greeted by many. The guards gave bow, and the people of the lovely town smiled upon him, their grace and thanks humbly shinning down on the hero, for it was a new and inexperienced life for the people of Morrowind to experience. The Dunmer praised his people for shedding so much success on him, so much love, something he never thought he would find in a place like this.. But after numerous brutal adventures, there had to be true sanitary in it all. And the sanitary at hand.. fit the keyhole..
Inside the Guild, the Dunmer greeted his fellow wizards. There were many questions to be asked, the Arch-Mage fulfilling their duties, granting them whatever he could. Luckily, everything was settled today, and there was a feast awaiting the Dunmer by surprise.
As he sat, enjoying a scrumptious meal, a voice from beyond, from somewhere above shun down on him. It had not hit Shuuya just yet, the sound of his own chewing clogging his ears, along with many others.
A slight glow, that Shuuya had seen early that day in his dream, spun around him, very slowly. It crept up his sides, back down his back, and over his chest, past the mark of a hero, and back over his shoulder. The glow began to glisten, shimmering, causing a crisp sound to escape from the depths of the glow itself. Shuuya looked down, his eyebrow raising, his heart skipping a beat as he glanced up, witnessing the unthinkable happening.. The appearance of the deceased Dunmer god himself: Sotha Sil.
Shuuya dropped his fork, staring into the glaze of Sotha. He began to choke on his food, quickly spewing out the ingredients to the floor beneath him. He flitted his head towards the Dunmer god, and still he stood, alive and highly upset. Shuuya began to shake, nothing ever fearing the hero, but the deceased, the undead, absolutely doing the trick. He dealt with the Corprus, even the Ash Zombies and Slaves, but never.. Never! Anyone who had their gravestone set up.. years and years ago..
Yet to Shuuya, the Dunmer in front of him looked.. Healthy.. As if he had been on this land the same amount of time Shuuya had. The slick golden face, the divine stance, and the well-once-worshiped mind and soul. His exquisite robe he wore shun in golden lights, nearly blinding the Dunmer. He nearly taunted Shuuya with just his presence! Shuuya underestimated Sotha's speed as the Dunmer began to stand, the Dunmer god appearing behind him. Shuuya spun around, his jaw clenched shut.
"Shuuya.." Sotha Sil spoke, his voice vibrating the room, the walls giving off shakes of fear. The Guild grew cold, hollow, and pitch dark. The only two left standing were the two Dunmers.. Glazing into each others eyes.
"Y-Yes.. Sotha.. S-Sil.?" Shuuya trembled. A light so bright shun from behind Sotha, Shuuya had to cover his eyes. In time, the light began to dim, calming his eyes.
"You ignored my call. Ha! And you call yourself the Nerevar!"
Loosening up, Shuuya grew curious of his meanings, wonder if his dream was merely truly more of a call then a sudden fright. "What do you mean?"
"Indoril, he would know a call when dreamt of one. But you. You simply grew frightened of me. Why is this?"
"Not everyday.. do I encounter a dead deceased Dunmer god asking me to aid him in a test of some sort.." Shuuya stumbled over his words numerous times, a sharp image of the deceased Nerevar appearing in his head.
And yet, Sotha Sil's voice grew calm, as deep and powerful as it was, it took refuge in the baritone glare. "Do not fear me, Shuuya, for I simply have a tale to share with you.. I hope.. you will understand, and handle business for me in a... well thought-of manner." With that he stopped, smiling at the hero. "Will you abide?"
Shuuya stared for what seemed like an eternity. What would he have him to do, what would he have to take part in? Why didn't he just say 'no'!? Shuuya felt as if his body was being controlled by Sotha Sil, as if he were his puppet, merely a pet! He gave it excellent thought, finally the hero agreed to Sotha Sil as he then began to circle the Dunmer.
"You see, for I am no longer alive, and I have hovered this land for many, many years, in hopes of seeking someone such as yourself to bring actual peace to the souls of Vvanderfell and Morrowind, for I myself have not a soul.. Slain by my own; by Almalexia, that wretched whore, I cannot rest at all!" Sotha grew angry, "She took me to my death as I rested in my in the comfort of my own home! And with that being said, Shuuya.." The Dunmer halted, "I want you to put an end to the man himself who sent her to her angry flaw. The one who plotted my death, and the one who truly betrayed us all.. The one the people gave praise to, as if he was a true god! Ha! That coward! He was merely a auspicious man, a promised god by his own father, something the world never knew! I need you to silence his throne, put him to rest.. with the rest of us gods.."
With a gulp of pain, Shuuya knew who he was talking about.. He knew who he needed to slain, and the thought threw a shiver down his spin. To have to kill the man he once trusted, the man who helped him kill the devil himself.. would now have a end to his time..
But only.. Only if the tale the soulless Sotha Sil spoke made Shuuya realize what had truly happened at Red Mountain, and who was truly the cause of such catastrophe among the world..
And who.. was truly to blame..
A/N: I enjoyed this so much! Chapter Two is imminent, so PLEASE... hold those mustangs and sit back.. Maybe.. Mmm.. R&R!? :D:D:D Thank you!!