A/N: Yeah, I don't own Oblivion, yadda yadda yadda... But I do own Ateek, Dareth, Aura, and Listener.
Oh, and I also won't continue the story unless I get more reviews, sooooooo...review.
"Well. This day keeps getting better and better," Dareth sighed. Being blamed for theft was not on his to do list today. The argonian kid behind him looked at the lock on the cell door, but said nothing. "Although, I highly doubt it could get any worse," the Dunmer mage said to himself.
"We can dig out," the Argonian said.
"Wh-WHAT! A-are you kidding me? You have to be joking, right? Please, tell me you're joking. There's no way we can dig through rock!" Just to prove his point, Dareth tapped his knuckles on the rock wall, making a solid sound. "If there is one thing I do know, it is that rocks are solid!"
"The wall is rock, but the floor isn't."
Dareth looked. To his surprise, the floor was just dirt. I was bested by a little kid? "Alright. Just how are we able to dig out way out, hmmm? It's not like the guards give us shovels or anything."
The Argonian kid held up a pewter spoon. "It's not really a shovel, but it will do the trick, only it'll take a little longer."
Dareth whistled in surprise. "Okay, how do you know all this? And what is your name, kid?"
"This is my third time in prison. First time I'm going to escape, though. And you can call me Ateek."
"Dareth. So, where are we going to dig?"
Listener, although most of his facial features were hidden underneath a cloak, scowled. He didn't really like the idea of a Daedra Lord as a client. The risks of the contract were too great, even for the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood.
But still, the benifiets were much greater.
Aura sighed. Great. Just bloody great! She never thought that she would be caught this soon. But she had been. All she did was kill a man, and he wasn't even a good person, too! It just wasn't fair. All she wanted to do now is leave this stupid cobweb-infested cell.
Her sensitive Bosmer ears heard noises comming from one end of her cell. They sounded like they were comming from underground.
"There's NO way I'm going to have a rat in my cell!" the Bosmer growled to herself.
Picking up a pot, she readied herself, waiting for the rat to come out from underground.
Dareth howled in pain as something above him smashed into his head. "By the Nine, woman! Don't hit me again!"
His attacker, a tall Bosmer woman, put down the pot and helped both the Dark Elf and Ateek out of the hole, and muttered a slight "sorry."
"Ateek..." Dareth said, his voice was full of anger. "You said that this hole-" the mage pointed to the hole in the ground, connecting the two cells, "-will get us outside of the prison, not in someone else's cell!"
Ateek's orange eyes met Dareth's red ones. "I said probably. I remember me saying 'If we dig here, we can probably escape. Or, we would be in another cell.'"
"I don't remember the other cell part."
Aura inturrupted. "You guys are trying to escape? Nobody has ever successfully escaped this prison in about fourty or fifty years! It's impossible!"
In the distance, the three heard a large wooden door creak open. Voices flowed into the cell like water. One was a female's, and three were men.
"My sons...they're all dead...I know it." An old man's voice. He sounded depressed and worn out.
"Nevermind that, sire. My job right now is to get you to safety." A woman's voice.
Four people stopped outside their cell. Three of them were guards, although they were covered head to toe in armor that wasn't the same as a regular Imperial Watch uniform. The other person, an old man, wore jem-encrusted robes.
"What are these prisoners doing here? This cell is supposed to be off-limits!" The woman shouted at one of the men, an Imperial.
The Imperial guard looked uncomfortable. "Err...the usual mix-up with the Watch. I'll be sure to--"
The woman inturrupted him. "Never mind. I want that gate open. Stand back, prisoners, I won't hesitate to kill you if you get in our way."
The three obeyed, and the gate opened. Dareth whispered, "The rich man in the middle, if you didn't already know, is the emperor!"
The emperor looked at them. "You three," he began, "are the ones from my dreams." His face went from a curious look to a depressed look. "Then today is the day."
Listener led Shadowmere out of the stables. "I really don't think this contract is good." He whispered to the horse. "I mean, Daedra Lords have their own cults, right? If I had my own cult, I'd use them, not some outsider, and especially not the Dark Brohterhood, right?" Shadowmere seemed to understand and made a small whinney, as if agreeing with him. "And now I must be crazy. I'm talking to a horse, and you are understanding me!"
Listener sighed. This was going to be a long, long day.
"So, let me get this straight," Dareth asked Baurus, the last remaining Blade, the elite bodyguards for the emperor. "You want us three to travel to Chorrol, to meet with Jauffre, the grandmaster of the Blades, and find the lost heir, to stop whatever's happening with the entire red-cloaked mysterious assassin people? No, thank you."
Baurus, a Redguard, sighed. "Look. The Emperor trusted you three with the Amulet of Kings-" he motioned to the red Amulet in Aura's hands "-so you three have to do it. I don't think it will be that difficult. All you will have to do is give the amulet to Jauffre, and then everything will be alright."
Ateek sighed. "Alright, we'll do it."
"For a kid, you're really mature, you know." Aura said.
"That's because I've to live on my own. Living on the streets means no time for playing around."
Baurus smiled. "Take this exit out of the sewers. Then head straight to Chorrol. Take no chances. Today, the entire Empire will rest in your hands."
A/N: Yeah... not as long as I wanted it to be, so I'll bother you with a random story! (And yes, it is true)
Okay, so the day was Saturday , May 10th. It was the morning. I go outside of the house to get the newspaper and there is a guitar lying on our front lawn. Of course, there was a party the night before, with the pot smokers living down the street, and the strap does smell like pot. But, yeah. If they were so stoned to forget they had a guitar, then they don't need it. So now I have two guitars! (I already had one)
So yeah. Review, dammit! I won't continue the story unless I get reviews!