Chapter 2
"Is it alive?"
"Don't touch it!"
"Why not?"
The red eyes of the daedric knight opened slightly before looking over to the other side of the wooden shack, facing toward the open doorway, seeing two small kids standing by the shack, a girl and a boy, both wearing blonde hairs.
The two kids were both wearing red with their pants being blue or gray. They both screamed at the now awaken knight as they ran away from the shack before stopping in front of someone
Standing up in the shack, The Daedric knight, now Keksis, walked out of the shack, being instantly blindly by the bright light of the sun before his vision turned back to normal. Rotating his shoulders, then his head, stretching his body. He turned to his left to see three individuals next to the house near the mill, seeing Petra and the two kids
"I guess you're awake now. Dorthe, Frodnar, this is Keksis, a… well, you probably know what it is" Petra said.
"Alvor told me what he is, Petra," Dorthe said "A day... Ah?"
"A Daedra, Dorthe... and it is an It"
Before anyone else could do or say anything else, a woman wearing a yellow dress walked toward them, calling Petra to her
"Petra, Alvor want- Wait, is this-"
"The Daedra that Alvor was talking about? Yes" she said
The woman stared at Keksis before turning toward the two young kids "Kids, go back to the Inn"
"But mother-"
"Now, Dorthe… Petra, the town is gathering at our house, you should Keksis along, just in case"
In front of Alvor house, just on the other side of where the shack is, There was a crowd of townfolks standing in front of the house while Alvor is standing at his door. One of the folks from the crowd noticed the Daedra walking toward them with Petra in front of her
"Alvor, what is the meaning of this?" The man shouted as everyone else was wondering the same question, why is there a daedra here... in Riverwood
"Everyone, calm down! Me and Petra found him at the sawmill around back yesterday. From what I heard, they usually attack anything they see. This one didn't-"
"How do you know it not going to attack us when it gets the chance?" A person said.
"Sven, if he wanted us dead, it would have killed Petra before I even found her" Alvor argued "We- well, Petra here, named it, Keksis"
"How do you know about anything about them?!" Another person in the crowd yelled, "I have seen what they can do in the imperial city, and you want this one to be treated like us?" The crowd voices rise, sneering and arguing.
"Everyone, please. Perhaps this is the time to change. Give Keksis a chance. We can't go savage to any new faces we see" Alvor finally said as the crowd soon scattered, going back to their daily routines.
Alvor turned back to Keksis "Well, I wish that would have gone smoother. Still, they don't really trust you still, given by, your history" He said, "Since you're going to stay here for a while, how about you help me around the forge?"
Keksis looked around at the small porch as the warm heat covered his black colored armor. Against the wall, facing the house was a workbench with different types of irons underneath it. Near the wooden fence facing the sawmill and the river was a stone grinder with a wooden table beside it, lying on top was iron and steel armors and weapons. The daedric knight was looking at the burning forge as if it was a stone campfire.
"Hey, Knight" Alvor called to him. Turning around to see the mortal, he quickly notices the handle of a sword being handed to him, the blade pointing down. "Try sharpening this sword at the grinder; make sure you get around the edges"
Keksis grabbed the sword by the hilt as he walked over to the stone grinder with Alvor watching his moves.
Sitting down, the knight let the blade hit the rolling wheel as he moved it sideways as sparks started to fly off of the blade.
"You don't talk much do you?" Alvor asked
Keksis looked at the blacksmith before returning his sight at the blade "No…" he said, surprising the blacksmith with his sudden voice "We are more dangerous back then before the dremoras came along, all they ever know is killing, as do we"
"Wait- I thought- aren't you and the others the same thing?" Alvor asked
"No, Dremoras are ghosts or spirits in a hollow shell, minions to the princes, and they control us," he said
"I am a Shadow-Stalkers. Our kinds are rare; mainly because we are summoned to assassinate a certain mortal or living being. We're loyal to the very one how brought us back to life. We wear the usual dremora armor you mortal have seen, but are rarely seen in our true self and are only summoned by skilled spell masters. We fight normally, but we can move as fast as a sneaky thief if we ever wanted to. We can sense other living beings in the surrounding areas, behind walls or covers" Keksis explained as he flipped the sword around to the other side
"Can you still do these… powers, of yours?" Alvor said
"I don't know… Whenever we survive a battle or win, we usually wait for orders from our conjuror or vanish back into oblivion when we die. But when I awoke, I couldn't feel any of the daedric prince's presences, nor my powers" He explains again, lifting one of his hands up as he inspected it before returning to the blade
"So if you're almost similar to others, how come you didn't kill Petra when you first saw her?" There was long silence at the forge beside the sound of the sword being sharpened
"I don't know… my mind was clear when I awoke. I don't know why I didn't…" Keksis stopped his sentence before continuing to sharpen the iron sword and giving it to Alvor
"Petra" Keksis said as he looked across from Alvor. Looking behind him, Alvor saw the young woman leading on the wooden wall as she watched them
"So you can talk…" she said
"How much did you hear?"Alvor asked
"I think, only after you talked about the Daedra being dangerous" she replied
"ALVOR!" A woman shouted as she appeared behind Petra as if she was in a rush
"Sigrid, what is it?"
"There a bear in the town- it attacking Dorthe and Frodnar!" she shouted
The Nord blacksmith grabbed an iron Warhammer from the wooden rack on the wall before proceeding to the side of the town.
There, at the edge of town, near the river was a brown bear, trapping the two kids and an elf, holding a wooden bow with an arrow on his other hand.
"Faendal!" The elf looked behind the bear toward the right side to see the blacksmith running toward them with Petra and the knight following him.
"GO, RUN!" Faendal shouted to the two kids as they ran toward Alvor, who shielded them, moving them behind him as he wields the hammer with one hand. Looking back to the front, Faendal could see the bear charging toward him. As the elf closed his eyes, he waited for the impact from the bear for the fall into the river.
He waited until he heard the sound of something struggling in front of him. Upon opening his eyes, he instantly saw the bear, up on it hind legs, with Keksis in front of it, struggling to stop the bear from pushing any farther.
"RUN" Keksis growled as Faendal nodded before running off. He watched the elf run back to dry land as he was getting pushed farther to the edge. The bear got back on it four legs before fully charging toward the dark knight, falling into the rapids water as both the knight a bear became carried down the river path.
No one ever like bears, NO-ONE... it more deadly than dragons. An small daedra thing i wanted to add there, mostly because Keksis is a completely different daedra.