Was this how it was really going to end?

Was his recipe for death a reclusive Forsworn cult and a dagger?

The dagger neared the Argonian's chest in slow motion, the Forsworn's leader grinning in a mad frenzy as he did so.

A feeling of pain, unlike any other shot through his entire body as the wretched blade pearced the middle of his chest, a wet, plunging noise apprent. As the light slowly faded from Okan's eyes, he could of sworn he saw one of the cult members being decapitated by a figure, heavily clad in Dwemer armor.

But Okan's life was over.

He was dead.

Or was he?

Okan's sprit slowly drifted out of his dead body and into the Afterlife when he felt his soul getting dragged down by the claws of an unknown assailant. But instead of being pushed back in his body, he felt his soul being pushed into a Soul Gem. It was very dark, very uncomfortable, and Okan was very, very scared. Well, as uncomfortable and scared as a soul could be. Okan looked out of the Soul Gem to see his captor. The man took off his brass helmet and a long bushy beard fell out. As Okan looked around, he saw the bodys of the Forsworn cult everywhere, heads, limbs, and legs missing, or with large gashes in them. Okan looked down and saw the Briarheart dead, his heart-like organ missing. Even though he was happy that the man was dead, but he couldn't help feeling his fear and sadness as he saw his corpse on the sacrificial altar.

"Crap, crap, crap! Gosh darnet all! Argh! Ok, well, here's how it's going to go down. I'm going to take your soul and cadaver to my friend and he'll... well, he'll fix you. Soon, you will be alive again, so just sit tight, ok Mr. Soul?" The bearded man said.

However...

He didn't look that much like a man. His skin was a grayish-white color, he had brown slanted, elven eyes, very pointed ears, thin eyebrows and his neatly braded beard gave off the look of a very old, very wise being. But all that didn't matter, because he was slipped into a black bag with golden tribal stripes on it.

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THREE DAYS LATER

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"Are you sure this will work Azureous?" The pale man said.

"Sure? Kent, this spell took me four years to perfect, and his body is in... well... decent shape." Azureous said. "I'd bet my right hand it will work... well, if I had one that is."

"Yeah, haha, real funny. Oh, wait, it's not! This...Lizard... is very important. Apprently." Kent said, slamming his hands on the table next to Okan's corpse.

"Then shut up and let's get this troll STARTED!" Azureous said maniacally.

"Oh, shi-"

But Kent was cut off from his curse as red lightning bolts shot out from Azureous's hands. The lightning enveloped Okan's body and his Soul Gem. Soon, Okan felt his soul slowly rise from the Gem and drift towards his cold body. His soul was forced into his body so hard that he felt it trying to escape.

"STOP RESISTING, IDIOT!" Azureous screamed at the top of his lungs.

Okan did, and his soul was pushed into his body with an ear shattering explosion. Soon, Okan's body started to rise and fall in a rythmical cycle, signifying that he was able to breathe. His eyes slowly opened and he saw the two people standing over him, casting healing wards and spells over him. It became apparent when the magic took its toll on the two people. They were drenched in sweat and they looked like they were about to faint, well, at least Azureous did. Even though Okan could open his eyes and breathe, his basic motor controls-like talking and sitting up- were still unable to work yet. Once three minutes passed, Okan could feel his fingers and toes, along with all of his head feathers.

"C...can we... can we take a break?" Kent asked, panting.

"NO! DON'T THINK ABOUT STOPING! IT WILL KILL HIM!" Azureous screamed, his magic intensifying. "ARGONIAN! THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT! USE THE HIST AS SOON AS YOU CAN!"

'Hist? Oh... well... um... well, this is awkward.' Okan thought to himself.

Suddenely, Okan began to glow white and yellow and his wounds slowly started to heal. The stab wound was the first to close, but the internal wound took more time to close. His many other cuts, scrapes, scratches, and bruses were healed after a few minutes. However, his past scars would not heal, because of how old they were.

"GOOD! GOOD! KEEP IT GOING KENT! HE'S ALMOST DONE!" Azureous yelled.

"Yeah... yeah..." Kent barly manaed to say.

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Thirty seconds later...

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"Ok... Kent, let's take a break, ok Kent?" Azureous said, falling to a seat, small beads of sweat flying everywhere. Kent nodded and collapsed onto the floor, panting.

"Why... why... why did we heal him for so long?" Kent asked.

"Because, if we didn't he would of died. I mean, Kent, he was dead for three days! He is lucky... lucky to be alive." Azureous said. "If he was dead a day more, it would of killed us to revive him like we did."

"Remind me, why did we save him? Why did I risk my life for him?" Kent asked, wiping away sweat.

"Because he" Azureous pointed to Okan "is who will lead us to the center of Blackmarsh."

"Again, my memory fades. Blackmarsh?" Kent questioned.

"Urgh... in Blackmarsh there is, or well, there are three people. Those people will help restore our races. If we restore our races, well... with your technology and my armies, we will be able to conquer all of Nern, and maybe Oblivion." Azureous said, smiling as he looked at Okan.

"Ob... Nern yes, they owe us, but Oblivion? Molag Bal and Azura? Jyggalag and Dagon? Why?" Kent asked, naming off a few of the many Daedric princes.

(Jig-ga-lag. Not jug-ga-lad. Wanted to point that out.)

"Why? Because, it is their fault in the first place that my kind is dead, and that your kind is trapped in another dimension. And it's Sheogorath, not Jyggalag." Azureous said, correcting Kent.

"Eh, Jyggalag, Sheogorath it doesn't matter. Both are trapped in their own dimentions." Kent said.

"Wrong yet again. Jyggalag had grown in power, so the other Daedric princes and princesses were afraid of him. So they cursed him to live in the state he hates most. Madness. And thus, Sheogorath was born. But even though that seems bad enough, you have to remember that we are talking about Daedra. They also cursed him so that he could return to his true self every era. It is known as Greymarch." Azureous explained.

"So... if Sheogorath is the god of maddness... was Jyggalag the god of order?" Kent asked.

"Yes." Azureous said.

"Also... does Greymarch ever stop?" Kent asked.

"Obviously it does. Once Oblivion is destroyed, Sheogorath returns to rebuild it." Azureous said.

"Oh."

"Mmm...grr... Talos... what...kek..." Okan started to say.

"Argonian? Argonian, do... not... move. You are still very weak." Azureous said.

Okan grunted and looked over at the two.

"Who... or what are you? How did you revive me? Why did you revive me?" Okan asked, his questions echoing through the room. "And where are we?"

"Listen, Argonian, all your questions will be answered soon enough, but right now, you have to rest." Kent said.

"Okan. My name is Okan. But there is one question I will ask." Okan said.

"Fine. Then; rest." Azureous said.

"Have you seen my brother?"

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End of Chapter 1.

Hope you enjoy this Skyrim story. REVIEWS AND COMMENTS WANTED! I am excited to be writeing again, so I'll work on chapter two as soon as I am done posting this. If you check out my profile, I wrote some Pokémon lemons. Now, this story may have a sexual paragraph, but it will not be discriptive. That is, if I even do one. I'll leave a warning at the beginning of the chapter if I ever do one. But yeah. So, I'll describe Okan to you, but not the other two (those are for next chapter or two).

Okan is a 6' 2'' Argonian male. He recently was exiled from his home in Blackmarsh because of a few very dishonorable crimes. He has two large horns where most Argonians have them, along with green, red, black and blue feathers on his head. He has black scales, green eyes, and a voice like any other normal Argonian. Okan is very gifted in sneaking, along with swordplay, archery, conjuration spells, and light armor. He can lift at least two hundred pounds, and can carry well over that, but because he was dead for three days, he may or may not find himself weaker. He grew up in a family of three, with himself being the fourth child. His mothers name is Numah Kaysareth, his fathers name Talen-Ra Kaysareth, and his sisters name Raniala Kaysareth. However, Okan has abandoned his last name- you will find out what he calls himself in the next chapter. Even though I don't think this is very important or vital, he is straight, but is inexperienced in the bed. Anyway. Okan really has like, no friends. Oh, I forgot to mention, he has an older brother named Serkit Kaysareth (who was also banished from the tribe) who he is looking for. Sorry about that, it just dawned on me that I forgot to mention that.

Now, enough discription. The chapters will be short, but there will be alot of updates, so just go with the flow. Anywho, please comment. Literally, even anonymously, because it means the world to me. Now, I should stop talking and post this troll!