Slits story chapter 2
Sorry it's been a while since I last posted a chapter, I've been working all day. But now I have been getting some good ideas for this story so I hope you enjoy, I will be posting every week also
Slit-Throat suddenly felt an agonizing pain flow throughout his body and felt as if his scales were on fire; he felt his life force slowly slipping away and watched the lights go dark.
(Spiritual world)
Slit-Throat walked down into the fields feeling nothing against him as he noticed a land just like skyrim in every way, he looked around and noticed that only dragons filled the land and skies not battling nor feeding or hunting. He thought to himself if he was dead but the answer was clear… he was. Continuing his walk down into the valley he noticed the dragons just looked at him without attacking, this brought more surprise to him than anything he had ever thought in life. Slit-Throat stopped walking when he noticed a dragon approach him; this dragon had the traits of a dragon from the volcanic wastelands in Blacklight from ash colored wings to the piercing red eyes and lava colored scales. The dragon stood over him looking down into his soul
"Welcome to the dragon's proving ground young lizard, this is where you win the right to share one of us within your body"
Slit-Throat looked at him confused
"What do you mean by that?"
The dragon dropped his head down to the lizards level and looked into his eyes
"One of us will be traveling back to the realm of the living and will also be sharing your body and soul, but do not worry my young hatchling; you are not the only Argonian to visit here"
Slit-Throat was still confused but also surprised that he wasn't the only one to visit here
"I'm not the only one to visit, who else visited this place?"
The dragon laughed in a deep tone
"Don't worry, you will meet them soon enough, now run"
"Why?"
The dragon spoke again
"If you are to prove yourself to us you will need to participate in the hunt, you will be the hunted and the dragon that can catch you will proceed to fuse into your soul. So I tell you to run… but it's too late"
The dragon knocked him straight on his back with his snout and sunk his teeth into Slit-Throat's face fusing them both together, Slit-Throat screamed in so much pain as he felt each burning and agonizing inch of the dragon's soul entering his own making room to become one. But what he hated the most was the fact he couldn't pass out from the immense pain, he felt it all and closed his eyes after the pain slowly subsided. As they finished fusing slit-Throat opened his eyes and took a deep breath and screamed from the burning he still felt now radiating through his actual body, he noticed several other Argonian's holding him down and struggled to get out of their grasp only to fail every time, as he calmed down feeling the pain diminish he watched as one Argonian with a black and red armor set and hood walked up to him
"Take it easy brother; you are in a safe place now, breathe easy; what is your name?"
Slit took deep breaths while leaning on his elbows
"My name is Slit-Throat, who are you guys?"
"My name is Sissthiath and these are our brothers Makes-Them-Bleed, Death-From-Above, Silent-Hidden-Blade and Hits-Them-Hard"
"Our?"
Sissthiath nodded his head
"Yes, we are all connected seeing that we all share a dragon's soul within our own"
"How did you find me? I was in Black Marsh when I was attacked by a dragon?"
"You were on the shore of our castle and for the dragon; He is the dragon that gives us our gift from our father Akatosh, and you are the newest member of the family Slit"
"Where am I?"
"Ahh yes, the question I was waiting for, you are in the Dragonsoul sanctuary located on the continent of Akavir. You actually flew here yourself"
Slit-Throat looked at him with his eyes widened
"I… I flew here, how is that possible?"
"You're a dragon now, well you have the form in you but you're not ready for another flight just yet, come… we will bring you to our leader"
Slit-Throat stood up and followed behind Sissthiath seeing the room was large, his eyes exploring the new area he was in as he walked out of it into a long hallway with banners hanging from the walls. The banners were green with a black DS inside a stitching of a dragon; Slit-Throat looked at the end of the hall to see more argonians walking around wearing unusual armor and wielding unusual weapons. Sissthiath began to speak while walking forward
"When you meet our leader do not be afraid of him, he will not harm you"
Sissthiath opened the door and revealed a large main hall with a large dragon resting in between two large pillars ignited in blue flame, Slit-Throat struggled and kicked Sissthiath away then made a run for it only to have another argonian tackle him to the ground. Sissthiath walks over to him and grins
"I warned you not to go running off, these are highly trained fighters, cut-throats and mages"
Slit-Throat struggled under the argonian that tackled him then looked at Sissthiath
"I will not become a slave again, get off me and let me go"
The argonian got off him as the dragon walks over to him and pushes Slit down with his Claws
"You are no slave, you are my assassin Slit-Throat; your destiny belongs here with us"
Slit looked at the dragon and stopped struggling
"What do you mean 'belong here'?"
The dragon released him from his grip and walks back to the center part of the room
"For ages I have been gifting many of your kin, since we share many of the same features I have chosen you and many others to make a secret pack known as the Dragonsoul assassins. This group fights for the protection of the dragons and in return the Dov will bring protection to your people; since you were a slave you had been captured and forced to serve the dark elves of the houses, now they think you to be dead and are unaware of what will come next"
Slit-Throat stood up and looked at the dragon and looked around
"But why only argonians, I'm sure others wanted to serve you?"
"No other outside of this temple knows of the group we have created, and only those who I deem worthy will venture here"
Slit-Throat nods and looks at his body
"Do I get a type of armor?"
The dragon nods its head
"You do indeed; stand still, this will not hurt"
The dragon spits a green flame at Slit-Throat and the flame encases him completely, the flame hides his body and as the flame diminishes he looks at his body and finds it covered in green armor and has a shocked expression and doesn't make a sound. The dragon looks to his left
"Sissthiath, Ofaal Ok Qiilaan"
(Sissthiath, get his bow)
Sissthiath nods
"Geh Thuri"
(Yes Overlord)
Sissthiath leaves the room and walks into the armory; he picks up a gold and green curved bow and grabs it along with a green quiver filled with elven arrows. Sissthiath brings them to Slit-Throat and hands them to him
"These are the weapons we feel fit you more"
"How did you know I was an archer?"
The dragon lays down once again and looks at him
"I was able to read your body, you seam to be a few years out of practice though so before I send you off to do your first contract I would recommend getting better trained with your new weapon"
Slit-Throat looks at the bow and takes it
"It's light…"
"It is the most powerful bow you will use on this plain of existence; Sissthiath shall be your teacher"
Slit-Throat looks at Sissthiath
"Shall we train?"
He nods and begins to direct him to the yard of the castle where all trained