Prologue
Howling screams of excruciating pain filled the night's air. The sky was lit up with a breathtakingly
stunning view of the universe of Mundus. Both of Nirn's moons, Secunda and Masser, were visible from the small village of Riverwood. Soon, on this very night, Masser and Secunda would align, with Masser completely blocking out the brilliance of Secunda. Stars, Nebulas and the two moons were the treasure view of the universe. However, the citizen's of Riverwood could not stop to admire the view of the brilliant night's sky.
Vraelath, a young Bosmer, whom migrated to Skyrim from Valenwood, had started giving birth early in the morn. A town's healer had believed that she would give birth to twin's. It had been a long, hard birth, it always had been with twin's.
"Come on,Vraelath, I can see the first baby's head! Just keep pushing!" The town's elder, Vaelma, who happened to be Vraelath's mother, encouraged.
Another scream filled the air as Vraelath gave another final push, managing to birth her first-born.
"It's a male." Vaelma's assisstant confirmed, and visible relief spread across Vraelath's face.
"Where's the sire?" Vaelma questioned, looking for the farther of the child.
He stepped forward. His name was Dralof, a Nord from Whiterun. It was unusual for such a relationship to occur, a Bosmer and a Nord, but after the Oblivion Crisis, almost anything was deemed normal.
Vaelma's assistant handed Dralof his son, and as soon as he had his child in his arms, his face lit up with a father's love.
Another howl of pain split the relief that spread across the room.
"The second one is coming! Make some room!" Vaelma shouted to the crowd in the room, which consisted mainly of the families, but also some close friend's of the couple's. The crowd made a little space, but they could only move so much without being forced out of the room.
Elsewhere, in the night's sky, Masser had almost completely covered Secunda. The alignment was about to take place, and ,magic would spread across all of Tamriel.
"Here's the head! Keep pushing!" Vaelma once again encouraged, anxious to get the baby out for both the mother and the child's sake.
Another howl.
"It's here! It's here." Vaelma said frantically, relieved that it would finally be over.
"It's a beautiful girl." She confirmed, handing the baby over to the mother.
Dralof and Vraelath were together, on the bed, sharing a beautiful moment. It was rare that such an occasion should occur; the moons align as twin's were born. The parents were locked in a trance, disbelief that they had birthed twin's, and finally feeling a love stronger than most in all of Mundus and Oblivion, the love only parents could have.
However, this was not to last. Vraelath's strength was flailing. She was slowly losing all her strength, barely able to keep consciousness.
"Vraelath, what's wrong?" Vaelma asked, managing to direct the room's attention to the mother, who lay still in the bed, with her baby girl in her arm's.
"Vraelath dear, wake up." Vaelma smacked her cheek. She tried shaking her awake, but to no avail.
Vaelma put her ear to Vraelath's chest. She tried to listen for a heartbeat, a sign that her daughter was still there.
"Oh Stendarr." Vaelma whispered, tears flooding her eyes and breaking free to roll down her cheek. A dreaded silence filled the room. Dralof fell to his knees, clutching to his son, cry's of anguish trying to escape his mouth.
Vaelma tried to use a spell, a Restoration class spell, Healing Hand's, as the Arcane University in the Imperial City had better named it. The golden light of the spell filled the room, and the noise of the spell passed through the room with a beautiful sound. The spell had no effect, and Vraelath was just getting paler and paler, colder and colder.
Vaelma attempted another spell, Heal Other, as was named by the University. It was another Restoration class spell, a lot stronger than healing hands. As the light and noise once again filled the room, it was apparent that it had no effect.
One last attempt by Vaelma. This time it was a Conjuration class spell, Dread Thrall, one of the strongest spells of it's class. The light filled the air, but the sound wasn't there.
It was too late.
Vraelath, of Woodhearth, was gone.