Authors note: Alright! First chap!.. Well more of a prologue... Well I hope you all enjoy the story! The squad will enter later on in the story, but Seth is the Main Character (as you may have noticed in the summary...)
Disclaimer:I do not own Bethesda softworks, Zenimax Studios, or the Elder Scrolls Series in any way.
-It was morning, or was it night? It was hard to tell with the tiny window in Seth's prison cell either way. The dust in the air made it hard for him to breathe and he coughed profusely every time he woke up, but he would get used to it. Seth had been sentenced to ten years in prison, ten years he could not waste. Although only being in jail for a week he felt he was already in hell. Every day he regretted agreeing to help those Khajiits from Bravil traffic their skooma to Morrowind. If only he hadn't, he would be in his home in Dunbarrow Cove.
Seth was glad for his moments of sleep, because when he did he dreamed. He dreamed of his home, and of his old life, he was happy.
Seth woke up on the seventh morn of his sentence, but what he didn't realize was that this was the day his life would change forever… but not without getting a good tongue lashing from one of his Dunmer "brethren" of course.
"Hey, you there," A Dark elf said from the cell parallel to Seth's "yes, you!" The Dark elf wore tattered clothes very similar to Seth's, same tattered shirt, same tattered pants, same sandals. The only difference was that Seth was still wearing the wrist irons he was given by the guards (though he could have removed them a while ago he never got to it).
He continued after Seth looked at him "Red eyes, Skin as black as night, yes you are indeed a dark elf and now you have disgraced our race further."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Seth replied, dazedly.
"What am I talking about?" He replied, his voice got higher with every word, "I'm talking about you bad Dunmer giving us a bad name!"
"Well then what are you doing in that cell?" Seth replied, a smile curving on his lips.
"I- I was framed, B- but you weren't! You are the reason we Dunmeri are treated so unfairly by the Imperial Legion!"
"Shut up!" Seth yelled as he grabbed a stone cup from the table in his cell and threw it as hard as he could at the opposite Dunmer's head. The Dunmer screamed as bits of the cup dug into his skin like a knife through scrib jelly. Seth, of course, was laughing
Blood spurted everywhere, but before the Dunmer passed out from blood loss he yelled out, "You're going to die in here, Dark Elf! You're going to die!" And as those words escaped from the prisoner's mouth he realized something, he was going to die.