I hope everyone enjoyed my first story. If you haven't read it, you can here: s/9267065/1/The-Crimson-Pool-A-Skyrim-Vampire-Stor y It's a story about a Nord that becomes a vampire, and his adventures. I'm taking a short break from it before beginning chapter two. Before I begin that I decided to start a quick five part story, and now you're reading part one. I hope you enjoy!

Once upon a time... No, that sounds too fairy tale. How about this. It was a cold night on the 17th of Sun's Dawn, 2E 187 in the province of Skyrim. The Dwarves had been at war for three years now with the Tryniton, a long dead race. It had been a bloody conflict, with thousands of Dwarves left dead but only a couple hundred Tryniton. The Tryniton were a war race, practically bred to destroy people. The Dwarves had sat uneasily next to them for a long time, but when they caught wind of the plots to overthrow the Empire they had stepped in. The Tryniton had declared war and deployed troops. One by one, all of the Dwarven forts had fallen, which is why they are all ruins now. The Tryniton had all but finished the Dwarves, and they were pushed back into Blackreach. With the Tryniton on their doorstep, the Dwarves were finished. They were preparing for the worst, packing up their belongings and getting ready to leave. Unfortunately they would never leave. We now focus on the Dwarven General and the court wizard.

"General Ungus! The court wizard requests approach!" a foot soldier said.

"Yes, yes, send him in," Ungus muttered.

"We are almost gone. I can sense our flame flutter in the wind, about to be extinguished," Madoc, the court wizard rambled.

"I have no time for riddles Madoc. I must attend to sealing all the entranced first."

"And as our flame goes out, another flares, burning the entire Empire with it."

"What do you want?"

"I want nothing. All I come for is to remind you of the final attempt."

Ungus rubbed his eyes and looked up from his map.

"I told you. We don't know what it will do, I don't want to use it."

"But think of it! We might die with it but the Empire will be saved from total destruction!"

"And it will work?"

"Results may very, but yes."

Ungus sighed, looked at his map, and closed his eyes.

"Fine. Go through with it."

And with that Madoc rushed to the Tower of Mzark. He marveled at his contraption. He smiled to himself, and walked slowly up to the console. Although it only had four buttons it had the power to drive a man completely insane, for the button combinations were changed every use. He had memorized every combo though, and had programmed an emergency code into it. He looked down at the left side, which had a small circle inside it. He pushed some buttons and the most prized possession of the Dwarves slid out of it. An Elder Scroll. He carefully took it out and walked over to the main crystal, which was extended. He carefully placed the Scroll inside it, as it would both protect the Scroll forever and provide power for the final assault. He pulled a blank Lexicon out of his pocket and placed it into the focusing pedestal next to the console. The Lexicon did nothing, but with a few simple tricks it would do something. He typed a quick code into the console and the Lexicon opened up. With a few more codes a beam of light hit the Lexicon. When the light dimmed, the Lexicon was scripted. He placed it in a small slot with another blank Lexicon. The crystal retracted the Elder Scroll and began to glow brightly. As the Scroll slid back into the ceiling the blank Lexicon shot through a hole in the ceiling, probably towards the Ice Fields. The crystal glowed brighter, and brighter still. And all of a sudden a beam of light shot from it. That night Blackreach glowed brighter than ever before, as the beam of light shot towards the heavens, seeming to never stop. And this is why that night is called the Night of the Falling Stars, because that night the stars really did fall from the heavens. It killed all the Tryniton, but the Dwarves as well. The stars fell so far that it they hit places miles away, for instance the Volcanic Planes south if Windhelm, for the stars heated this area up to create the steam vents.

"And why are ye telling us this?" Casfar the Dunmer asked.

"Because, it's been one hundred years, and the stars will fall again tomorrow night." I replied.

Hi, my name is Eran. I'm a Nord living in northern Skyrim with my wife Soren. I'm currently out with my friend Casfar, he's a Dunmer. And tomorrow night, we're either going to become rich or gods. Welcome to the Night of the Falling Stars.