The Story of A Shadow

Disclaimer: I have little or nothing to do with The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion. I'm just an avid gamer geeky enough to write a Fanfic about it.

PROLOUGE: PRISON BREAK

He was just waking from a dream; it was nothing more than that. He was convinced that he had just seen a man, an Imperial man, in a black cloak and hood, who had come to take either him, or his life.

But he was back in his dingy little cell, which wasn't much to cheer him up. He got out of his stone bed, and walked over to the table and stool he had, and looked into the pitcher.

"What's the point of giving me a water jug without any water?" he snorted and dropped it back onto the table.

He walked over to his prison door and shook it slightly, and looked at the plaque next to his door.

Name: Shadow

Race: Imperial

Crimes:

Theft

Murder

Necromancy

Ding-Dong-Ditching

Shadow smiled to himself.

'Oh yeah,' he thought ' I remember those. They never actually proved I stole any of those things; those snooty guards just didn't like me. That guy I killed deserved it; he came at me convinced that I stole tomatoes from his patch. I actually took some onions, but he was still ready to slit my throat. When the guards didn't do anything, I had to take the law into my own hands. The necromancy thing was a frame-up, the guy promised me gold if I did a little digging, never told me just what I was digging up until the guards came along. As for Ding-Dong-Ditching, that's just fun is what that is. Apparently the empire frowns down on that kind of thing.'

"Ah well," Shadow said out loud to no one in particular. "It's not like the old days in Morrowind.

"Well, well, well, an Imperial in the Imperial prison. I guess they don't play favorites huh?" said a Dark Elf from the next cage over.

"Your own kinsman think you're a piece of human trash" he continued.

'Hmm' thought Shadow 'I'm not going to take this lying down.' Shadow turned around, picked up the cup on his table, and threw it through the bars at the smart-mouthed Dunmer, and hit him square in the eye.

"OW!" he cried "What the hell did you do that for pansy?" he said furiously.

"That's not all I have, and Shadow fired a fireball through the bars, and the Dunmer's pants caught fire.

"That'll learn ya." And as he turned around, he heard voices from the corridor above…

Well I don't call it perfect, but it's the first Oblivion Fic I've done, and it IS a prolouge after all. I swear that it'll get better as it progresses. A little humor, some romance, and of course, ACTION! No story is complete without it. (Just in my book)