Chapter 1
I have seen empires rise and fall, families grow and end, people fall into the hands of the deadra. But I lived a life of tragedy and pain. I was born when the dragons ruled the world many eras ago. I was raised to be a dragon priestess but I could not turn my life to darkness and my brother took my place. He became famous but wanted more... he wanted to rule. He murdered dragons and took their power. But he was careless, and as a result was imprisoned to never walk Nirn again. The dragons fought over what to do to me. In the end I was given to Paarthurnax, brother of Alduin, to be imprisoned. I was released centuries later to help the great heroes defeat Alduin and bring peace to Nirn. I had wondered how I lived that long but afraid of the answer. But as the years went by and the only constant company I had was Paarthurnax, I began to wonder if I would ever pass away as my friends had before me. As the second era rolled in I left the mountain I had called home to see how different the world was. The last time I left was to help defend the continent of Tamriel against the invading Akaviri forces. This time I planned to be gone for a long time, so packing all my valuables and saying my goodbyes to The Greybeards and Paarthurnax I went down the steps from High Hrothgar and bought a horse in Ivarstead before starting my journey to find my place in this new era. But on my way across the border to Cyrodiil when a man jumped out and grabbed me. I prepared my Fire breath shout but was knocked out before I was able to release it. I woke up in a cell with ragged beds and rotten food. I frowned as I looked for a way out when a female Nord came running to the door of the cell. "Are you all right" she asked. "I don't know, may I ask who you are and where I am" was my response. "I'm Lyris, as for where you are, it's Coldharbour, home of the deadric prince Molag Bal" Lyris spoke. "How did I get here, last thing I remember was arriving at the border to Cyrodiil, then nothing?" "I'll tell you when we get out of here" and with that Lyris struck the cell door with her weapon, a war axe, letting me open it. We started running when we came across a dead Dremora. "Must have been the runt of the litter, search it to see if you can find a weapon you can use" Lyris ordered. Looking at the corpse I noticed a blade lying nearby, a short sword. Picking it up, I swung it a few times to get used to the feel of it before turning to Lyris. "Shall we move on" I asked. When she nodded we started moving down the passageway. We had just got to a turning when a blade came into my line of sight. I rolled out the way quickly, which ended up being the right choice as where my head was a moment ago a blade struck the rock by me. It would have run me through if I didn't dodge thanks to the years of training I had to endure. I turned to see a Dremora pulling the blade to strike again, but I never gave it a chance. I sprung up before using the Disarm shout and plunging my blade into its abdomen. The Dremora looked shocked before I pulled the blade up through its body and having it exit through its skull. The Dremora fell to the ground, dead, as Lyris got to her feet. "I see you can handle yourself" she said "but we really must get moving." Going further down and killing more Dremora we ended up in a room full of cages. A ghostly figure appeared which Lyris called 'the prophet'. "Come here Vestige, you must rescue me and I in turn must rescue you" the prophet spoke before disappearing. "Hold a moment, come here" Lyris commanded. I came closer wondering what this is about, my mind going back to my earlier questions. Lyris was saying that it was dangerous for the prophet to talk to me and that he must think I could help her. Help her with what I asked. Breaking him out was her answer. We started planning how to do it when I thought about my earlier question. The answer was not something I envisioned. I died, was sacrificed by a Altmer named Mannimarco to be a servant to Molag Bal. I wondered how I was able to be killed when I haven't died yet, even after an Akaviri warrior stabbed me through the heart. One thing was certain, I was going to get out of here and get my revenge on that Altmer trash that killed me.
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