They knew they were being followed. They knew they were being hunted by gold-hungry mercenaries. They knew they would have to leave their desert homeland of Hammerfell. They left their home, their possessions, their friends and family. Their old life. Just two Redguards. Two Redguards with barely enough food to support one person, extremely ragged and dirty clothes, and money that would make a beggar seem lucky. The Redguards were always on the run; whenever they stopped, their pursuers always seemed to catch up. They had been heading east for a long while. They were tired, and they didn't know if they could last much longer.
They began considering the option of just giving up, when they had finally reached the Hammerfell/Cyrodiil border. They stopped to take a rest, deciding that they would take turns keeping watch. They hid among the vegetation and rested for as much as they could. Which wasn't very long. In the middle of the night, the Redguard keeping guard began to hear noises. "...of course it's worth it. We are going to get paid big time for this." The Redguard strained his ear to hear as the voices continued their rambling. "Yeah, I know that. But to go through all of this trouble? We don't even know where they are for sure. They could be halfway to Morrowind for all we know." "Well, we last saw them headed east. They have been going east for a while now. It should be a matter of time before we catch them. And besides, we-" Crack! The Redguard had been trying to listen to the conversation for so long that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. He had accidentally laid his hand on a stick and broke it, alarming the men. "What was that? It sounded like it came from over there." The man walked toward their hiding spot and peered his eyes through the thick clumps of leaves, vaguely spotting two figures hustled on the ground. "Over here!" cried out the man, drawing out his sword. "Wake up!" said the Redguard to his companion, who had an air of confusion about her as she got to her feet. "Run!" he said, pushing her out of the hiding spot and running alongside her, evading the swings of the mercenaries. The pair tripped and fell to the ground. It became clear that they wouldn't be able to out run them, leaving only one option. To fight. The man of the two person group got up and raised his fists, looking at the mercenaries with a hard, furious stare that would make a bear feel fear. He threw his fist at the man in the front, knocking him hard in the chest. The mercenary didn't expect the amount of force put into the punch, catching him of guard. Taking advantage of this, the male Redguard began issuing quick jabs at the man, swiftly taking him down. He picked up the sword from the man's unconscious grip, and pointed it at the rest of them. "Who's next?" he asked. This was in such a fierce and bold tone that it made the mercenaries back off. All except for one, who lunged forward and swinged his blade at the Redguard's chest. He he bit back a howl of pain and disarmed his attacker. He knocked the back of his handle against his head, the man falling to the ground unconscious. The rest stepped forward ready to fight, but then hesitated at the site of their companion, and fled back in the direction they came.
The other Redguard came running towards the injured man. "Huntheir, your hurt!" she cried out into the black night. "It's okay Minera, it is only a minor wound." reassured Hutheir to his companion. But even as he tried to stand, pain shot threw his body, and he collapsed on the soft, dirt ground. "Huntheir! Oh no, we need to get help..." Minera threw one of Huntheir's arm over her shoulder to help as support. A voice pierced through the darkness, one that was cold as Skyrim, and dark as night. "You don't think I'd let you escape, do you?" An arrow flew through air, silently and swiftly striking into the arm of Hunthier. "No! yelled Minera. She quickly put herself between him and the line of fire. Two more arrows came forth, piercing her in the back. They both fell on the ground, unconscious. Thinking the job was, the men came forward to collect their prize when the sound of a ferocious bark broke the midnight silence. A man came forth with a dog by his side. He drew the string of his bow and took out one of the men. Man after man fell, and they fled. One remained, but instead of firing himself, he smiled and turned the other way, convinced the Redguards were dead.
At the light of day, all was well in Chorrol. The sun shined bright, the vegetation bloomed, and most of the citizen's were joyful. Today, even the beggars were more joyous then usual; beggars and wealthy alike shared this feeling. One man from the city was walking along the main path, thinking about how nothing could ruin this feeling. Well, that was before he saw two Redguards lying in the grass of course. A man stood over them. "A little help, please?" he asked. He rushed into Chorrol to call for help. People came immediately and helped the pair to the chapel. Various healers from within the chapel began to fix the wounds upon Huntheir. Hunthier wounds gave him trouble, but he awoke healthy and safe. His sword arm would have trouble from now on though. Minera on the other hand suffered fatal wounds. The arrows went in to far. "Your lucky the arrows didn't harm your child," said a healer. On that day Minera would bring a new life into the world, but another would be taken in the process.