Two great warriors stood opposite each other, both Nordic in birth. Each wielding legendary weapons, the larger of the two wields an enormous greatsword legendary for its ability to cleave a man in two and leave nothing but ashes behind, and the other a shortsword fast as lighting and the ability to spout the element too. They wore no armor for they did not need it. In the middle of Solitude a great battle is about to take place. A few guards glance over but ignore the fight that was about to begin. It's silent for a moment and then the larger Nord wielding the great sword charges forth, screaming a terrifying war cry. The other, with nothing but a shortsword in his hand, stands his ground. The larger of the two warriors brings his enormous blade in an overhead swing, the other waiting for the last second before sidestepping and landing a death slash on the larger one. He falls to the ground with a chilling squeal, and then begins laughing. The smaller of the two joins him, they both standing there with joy on their faces, when a giant appears.
The two champions run squealing in joy as they attempt to escape the larger beast. But they do not succeed as they are both grabbed and lifted into the air. The giant then speaks, "Just wait until I tell your mother that you've been fighting in the market place again, you could hurt someone."
I blink a few times as I watch the father carry off the two boys, still clutching their weapons, laughing. I smile, the imagination of innocent young boys, I wish that it would never go away. I drop the smile as I pull my black hood over my face. I glance over and see my target still shopping away.
Killing is such dirty business, best left to bandits. However money is money, and I do need money right now. I clench my fists attempting to hold back my dark magic, its powerful magic and it serves its purpose, however it was not easy to attain and it's always trying to take control. A dark smog is released from my fists as I gain back what control was stolen, I hold my breath and count to ten. I glance back to my target, a large Nord wearing strange bonelike armor with no helmet and a great sword made of the same material, winks at the vendor. She scowls but I do see a smile. He walks towards the front gate, and I follow him. My target does not have a name, only titles. Harbinger, Archmage, Thief Guild master, and killer of the Dark Brotherhood, but only one matters to me. The one that everyone refers to him as
The Dragonborn.
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Hello everyone who reads fanfics, this will be my second fanfiction that ive written. (the second book doesn't count bc I gave up on it, I just didn't know enough and I got bored of it)
But yeah please leave a review, it speeds up my inspiration and motivates me to update faster.
Milton the Blight Lord