Alright well I'll start off with this, sorry for all the fans of my other stories that I have not updated them or made a sequel. However I will return…at some point, I don't know when but what is known is that I've started a new story, this one.
Set in Oblivion although nothing is indicated to hint that is from it, it's just a random one average life day story with a twist. It pays close resemblance to one of the Dark Brotherhood quests…
Please Read and review and Enjoy.
Note: I apologise for the extremely short chapters, it is a short story.
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Is this how it ends? Living in wealth and luxury? This is something I saw with my own two eyes…are you ready?
Inside the walls of Trinhad a man walked down a stone street, wooden or stone buildings on either side. The man was wearing a golden trimmed brown shirt with matching trousers as well as golden shoes.
The blonde long haired man continued to take brisk steps along the street, there was a crumpled piece of parchment in his right clutched hand.
The man took a shifty glance at the parchment and thought back to when he was given this piece of parchment…this invitation.
"Carlos!" A young man called from down a street, he was jogging rather fast. He had raven black hair spiked at the back, baggy light brown trousers and a loose fitting jumper with sandals covering his feet.
"Carlos!" The man called again.
The man that was unmistakably named Carlos stopped and turned around from the direction he was walking in. The morning breeze pushed his hair as he moved. Carlos remained where he was until the person who had been calling his name reached him. The young messenger grabbed his knees as he crouched slightly panting, he was out of breath, and he must have been running for quite sometime.
Carlos noticed something in the ragged breathing man, something clutched in his hand. The man regained his breath as he stood up, his left hand going through his hair nervously. The man gave a shaky laugh; however Carlos did not laugh or smile back.
The man faltered slightly, fear etched in his young non-creased face. "Uh…" he began nervously. "I was told to give you this" he finished.
Carlos nodded as he acknowledged the information and yet he waited. The messenger looked confused but then he looked as if a light bulb went of in his brain.
"Oh sorry!" he said as he quickly gave the parchment to Carlos "I forgot…". "No doubt" Carlos replied as he took the crumpled piece of parchment into his hands and proceeded to straighten it out.
Carlos read what was on the parchment, he looked to be a sort of poster…an invitation he figured as he read. "Oh mighty citizens of Trinhad! Do you seek treasure of that you will never see in a lifetime?" Carlos paused, what mighty citizens? He asked himself as he took in a long sigh and continued reading.
It seemed that this was an invitation to a sort of challenge or rather party challenge; four people have been chosen to participate in a challenge that will have them locked up in a house where they must find hidden treasure, as if Carlos needed treasure. He was one of the richest people in Trinhad! Why the hell was he picked…?