Skyrim
A tale of two souls
Prologue
Setting: a dark moonlit night in Cyrodiil's country side. A small farm can be seen as the Camera pans up over a hill.
The Camera pans up to the main door of the small farm as the light of several torches suddenly start to shine on it. An Imperial in Leather armor Pounds on the door a few times before shouting,
Imperial Man: Open the Door lizard, or we'll brake it down!
The camera pans into and then past the door, once inside two Argonian's are seen a male and a female.
The male heads to the door as the female, in a panic, hides there eggs in a false bottom drawer in the nearby dresser. As the male opens the door he asks,
Male Argonian: what do you want now?
The Imperial says as he grins,
Imperial: Boss says its time to pay up, and he wants it all.
The male Argonian says clearly flustered,
Male Argonian: and how do you expect us to pay, you've destroyed our last two crops this year, we've barely got enough money for food.
The man says as he shoves his way into the small house,
Imperial: that's your problem not ours. How ever . . .
He walks over to the female Argonian and places his hand on her shoulder,
Imperial: Perhaps I could convince the boss to give you a brake this month . . . But he'll want something in return, perhaps something for his bed for a night or two.
The Male says placing himself in front of his mate,
Male Argonian: Over my dead body, you worthless bandit
The man says as he and his companions draw they're swords,
Imperial: that can be arranged Lizard. now I'll give you a second chance to end this peacefully, hand over the woman and we'll let you keep your lives.
He shakes his head no and reaches for a sword on his belt, The man says with a sigh,
Imperial: *sigh* so be it, men kill them both
As they start to fight, the camera panning out of the house, the two Argonians are quickly overwhelmed and soon there dieing screams fill the air.
The man and his companions walk out side of the house completely unaware of the eggs inside.
One of the men asks as the others clean blood off they're blades,
Second Imperial: what about the farm?
He responds as he sheaths his blade,
Imperial: burn it, burn it to the ground
The men laugh and grin as they start to toss a few of there torches inside of the house. As the flames quickly spread, the men walk away allowing the flames to cover the crime they had committed.
As the fire's glow fills the night sky, the Camera pans up to the hill where a lone Khajiit wrapped in a long black hooded robe stands overlooking the farm.
He looks up almost like coming out of a trance and quickly looks around. As his dark blue eyes spot the Farm which is now fully engulfed in flames, he says,
Khajiit: I must have blacked out again, where am I? A fire I must see if anyone still lives.
He rushes down the hill and toward the farm; flames busting through a part of the roof. He reaches the farms gate and jumps over it. He makes his way to the door where the flames force him to expose a long set of fangs. He quickly wraps his head in his hood and rushes inside where he finds the dead bodies of the two Argonians. He looks around and sees no one else, Suddenly the bottom drawer falls from the dresser making the false bottom to pop out exposing the eggs within. He hurries over to them and notices all but one have been shattered from the heat. he douses the egg which is engulfed in flames and grabs it; quickly stuffing it into his robes. He looks up as the room starts to creak; The roof supports weakening rapidly. He runs out the door as fast as he can as the roof caves in destroying everything left inside. The Khajiit huffs and puffs as he fills his lungs with fresh air. He Then looks back at the burning ruins of the house and wipes some soot from his robes before hurrying away from the farm.
Sometime later, on the top of a large hill, the Khajiit sits under a tree eating what little food he had. His hood pulled down exposing his long hair which he has been combed back over his shoulders. His fur resembling that of a lion, with several Black stripes around his neck and down his right hand. He looks up at the moon light which makes his Deep blue eyes glisten.
He takes a bite of the bread in his hand then sighs; a look of loneliness quickly creeping across his face. He reaches into his robes and pulls out the egg that he saved from the fire. He gives it a look over and then says,
Khajiit: *sigh* the flames must have killed it.
With a look of disappointment on his face he gets ready to toss the egg. Suddenly the egg rattles and shakes in his hand. With a look of astonishment and disbelief on his face he says taking another look at the egg as it shakes yet again,
Khajiit: wha . . . You're alive, how did you survive the flames, they should have cooked you.
The egg rattles in his furry hand once again as a small look of happiness creeps onto his face. He gently places the egg in a pocket on the inside of his robes against his chest as to make sure it stays warm. With a smile on his face he finishes the last of his bread then lays his head back against the tree and quickly falls asleep.
Several months later
The Khajiit can be seen walking into an inn. He lowers his hood and calls over to the nord woman behind the counter.
Nord woman: hello there is there something I can get for you?
He nods and says as he takes a seat at a table,
Khajiit: some food and mead please and perhaps later on a room I've been on the road for days.
She nods and walks over to the fire pit in the middle where several different meats can been seen cooking over the fire on steel rods. She takes what looks to be beef and puts it on a plate alongside some vegetables which she scoops from a pot near the fire. As she sets the plate in front of him, he hands her several gold coins. She smiles and says,
Nord Woman: I'll be right back with your mead.
He nods quickly taking a bite of the meat; a bit of blood running down his mouth as he does. he looks down at his chest as he feels the egg in his robes shuffle around a little. He smiles then says,
Khajiit: you're getting to be quite the little mover aren't you.
He takes it from his robes and looks at it for a moment, then as the nord woman comes back with his mead, he gives the egg a little kiss then stuffs it back in his robes.
Nord woman: here you go sir.
She sets a cold tankard of mead on the table next to his plate then says,
Nord woman: I've checked with our books and we do have a room open tonight, it's at fifty Septims* a night.
He nods then continues to eat his food followed by deep drinks of his mead.
That night
The Khajiit lays on the bed in the room in what looks to be a set of normal cloth clothing, a pair of blackened pants and a green shirt with tattered, but puffy sleeves. His black robes draped over a chair on the far side of the room.
As he lays in the bed he reaches over and takes the egg off the table. He places the egg on his chest and closes his eyes for but a moment before he hears cracking. He looks at the egg which is starting to hatch and in a sudden fit of excitement, he hops off the bed and places it on the pillow; the egg cracking more and more. As a large piece of the egg's shell comes off he sees a little hand poke its way out. He looks on in a slight bit of wonder as the little one inside starts to crack the shell more and more until the shell shatters which leaves a little Argonian on the pillow. The little Argonian yawns and stretches a little before looking up at him. He says with a big smile on his face as he looks deeply into her bright blue eyes,
Khajiit: well hello there.
He picks up the little Argonian who continues to look at him. He says as he takes a look at her.
Khajiit: what's this . . . .
He takes a closer look into her eyes then says,
Khajiit: I've never seen an Argonian with such blue eyes, so pretty.
The little Argonian looks up at him and giggles as he tickles her with his claws. He laughs, then says as he pulls her close,
Khajiit: . . . . . Ne'Ma
The Screen fades a bit, but then comes back and says,
Seven years later
The Khajiit is seen panting as he is soon joined by a little Argonian girl, dressed in a cute little red cloth dress. She looks up at Usshin which exposes several feathers growing out of her head. In three rows the feathers grow, the two outer most rows a bright blue and the feathers down the middle a dark red. The slowly fading sun light glistens off of her bright green scales as she reaches up for Usshin's pale looking paw
The little girl says as she tugs on his paw,
Ne'Ma: come on Usshie, I want to get something to drink at the inn
He says as he manages to stand again, looking down at her,
Usshin: Ne'Ma please don't call me usshie, its Usshin, and don't worry the inn will still be there once we get into town, there is no need to rush.
She pouts a little then says,
Ne'Ma: oh alright, but I'm getting hungry.
He nods with a smile as he puts is hand on her head and rubs her feathers a little. As they walk along the road, Ne'Ma grabs onto his arm and smiles up at him. There is a sudden crack behind them; Usshin looking back a bit. He grabs Ne'Ma and without a wasted move, tosses her behind him as A huge spider runs up at them. The spider swats at them with its legs before trying to bite into Usshin. Usshin says, a flame building in his hand,
Usshin: Vile Pest!
As flames Shoot from his hand at the spider, the creature instantly goes up in flames; screeching in pain then quickly falls dead. Ne'Ma looks to the right from behind Usshin and says as she covers her snout with her claw,
Ne'Ma: did you have to burn it daddy? Spiders small bad when they burn.
He laughs and says as he lifts her up on his shoulders,
Usshin: Sorry Ne'Ma, next time I'll freeze it ok? Now how about we get to town and get some food? Before something else tries to make us food.
She smiles and nods, then holds onto his ears as he starts to walk along the road which leads to the town up a head.
Some time Later Inside the town Inn
Usshin and Ne'Ma sit at a table eating some food. As Usshin sits there finishing a bit of roast lamb, he says as Ne'Ma takes her hands and puts on her roast beef,
Usshin: Ne'Ma Where are your table manners, use your silverware.
She looks up at him with a cute smile as a man, a Breton, walks up to him and says,
Breton: sir we've got your room ready, and the bill for your meals will come out to eighty Septims.
He nods, reaching for his coin bag. He hands the man the eighty gold pieces then puts it back in his robes. As the Breton counts the coins, he smiles then walks away. Usshin looks over at Ne'Ma just as she burps. Usshin bops her on the head and says,
Usshin: Ne'Ma Manners
She smiles and says in a polite, yet cute tone,
Ne'Ma: excuse me
She hands Usshin her plate who then hands them to a young girl who returns them to her mother at the counter.
Usshin: lets go to our room Ne'Ma you look as tired as I do.
She nods, then sleepily yawns as she Follows him to there room. As they both get inside, Ne'Ma kicks off her leather shoes as Usshin locks the door before taking off his black robes. As he sits on the bed in the clothes which he wears under his robes, Ne'Ma says as she notices how pale he has become,
Ne'Ma: is it that time again . . . . Daddy?
He nods and opens his mouth, revealing two very long and sharp looking fangs. She nods and hops up on the bed with him; her tail sitting next to his. She lowers the collar of her shirt just a little, Usshin holding her close and says,
Usshin: Sorry my Ne'Ma
He quickly bites into her neck, Ne'Ma quickly flinching in the sudden pain.
The Camera pulls back to show the cats mouth which completely encompasses the whole of her neck.
He holds the Side of her head and her right arm trying his damnedest to keep from snapping her neck as he starts to suck on the right side of her neck. As blood starts to flow down the nape of her neck, he starts to drink; a slightly disturbing sound made as he does. She closes her right eye, clearly in pain, as he continues to feed. She looks over at him and quickly notices the color returning to his face and body as he feeds. As he takes his fill, he lifts his mouth from her neck, his bloody fangs already shorter then they were a minuet ago. She sits there holding her neck, a few tears working there way down her face, he holds her close and says,
Usshin: Thank you Ne'Ma
She nods and gives him a little kiss on the cheek. He holds his left hand on her neck which starts to glow with a slight golden light. He looks at her neck as his spell closes the holes he made. He then asks as he kisses her forehead,
Usshin: still hurt any?
She shakes her head no and as Usshin lays down on the bed, Ne'Ma climbs up on his chest. She looks up at him with sleepy eyes and ask,
Ne'Ma: So where are we going tomorrow daddy?
He says as he pets the feathers on her head,
Usshin: tomorrow we take a Wagon to Skyrim, I've been told there is quite a lot of money to be had up there for those who know how to get it.
She nods and curls up on his chest. She Asks as she slowly starts to fall asleep,
Ne'Ma: why does your chest feel so soft Usshie? Its like no matter what, I can always . *yawn*. . . F . . fall asleep o . on your chest.
Usshin says as he pulls a blanket over each other,
Usshin: well before you hatched, Usshin kept your egg in his robes, right against my chest, so I'd keep you warm, perhaps that's why.
As her eyes slowly start to close, he pets her head and says,
Usshin: Rest up my little Ne'Ma, Tomorrow is the beginning of a whole next adventure for us.
As the Little Argonian girl now lightly snores, he stretches with a long drawn out yawn, then kisses her forehead. As he lays head on the pillow, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.
End Of Prologue
* author notes*
Septims- for those who don't know a Septim is the main currency in the Elder Scrolls universe, named after Tiber Septim, the man who founded the Empire and became the First Emperor.