Chapter Two: Became
Varzo Gurkan 4E 802, Fredas, 3rd of Sun's Dawn
Location: Dawnstar, The Pale, Jarl Sarelius' Headquarters
"It's gone," Varzo informed the Jarl with a frown on his face. "All of it is gone. Everything."
"By the Gods...I fear Skyrim is in grave danger," Jarl Sarelius replied in fear. "The difference is that you survived...You saw these things. What exactly were they?"
"I only saw them with their backs turned, I'm afraid. But I'm quite certain we're dealing with Daedra. On the coats they wore, there was this symbol..."
"What did the symbol look like?"
"I don't know if I can explain it...It almost looked like a set of connected fangs with a circle in between them."
"The Oblivion symbol..." Jarl Sarelius stated in nervousness. "Varzo, I have a very important task for you." The Argonian Jarl's blazing yellow eyes stared into Varzo's own. He could detect Sarelius' seriousness. "I'm sending my two best fighters with you. You're going back to your shack and staying the night to see what you can find out about these Daedra."
A very tall Redguard man and an Altmer woman stepped forward. "The Redguard's name is K'an. The Altmer is Farie," The Jarl told Varzo. "K'an is an expert swordsman and Farie is a master Mage. You three be careful out there."
"I didn't agree to this, you know," Varzo snapped at Sarelius.
"You shouldn't have to agree," Sarelius clenched his teeth towards Varzo. "Your home is gone. People are dying. You'll be doing a great favor for this town, and for the people of Skyrim. If you do this for me, I will grant you a home and a life here. You won't have to pay a single Septim."
Varzo thought about it for a while. He had nowhere else to go. "Fine, I'll do it," he decided. "But I want a weapon to protect myself with." K'an grabbed an iron sword off a weapon rack and tossed it to Varzo. He grabbed it out of the air with haste.
"Thank you," Varzo said. "Let's get this over with."
As they stepped back out into the cold, K'an and Farie bombed Varzo with questions.
"Where was your cabin?" Farie asked him as she lifted up her hood over her head.
"It's a short walk west. We'll be there in about ten minutes," Varzo responded.
"Stay behind us, Varzo," K'an commanded. "We don't need any more citizens getting killed."
"I don't fear death," Varzo boldly stated. "When did all these attacks start happening anyway?"
"It all started about a week ago," Farie mentioned. "Lots of people escaped from their homes, but they were all killed on their journey to a new place. Some of them didn't even have scars or blood on them. It's quite strange."
"Why am I not dead yet, then?" Varzo wondered. "When I saw the people at my shack, they were just standing there with flames in their palms. They didn't attack me or anything."
"You said their backs were turned, though," K'an said.
"They were, but I stood there for at least five minutes. I assumed they would have heard me or smelled me or something?"
Varzo pointed up a hill and spotted what was left of his house. Light wood was scorched black by the flames, and the only thing left standing in his home was-Varzo halted for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Farie asked as she brushed her long brunette hair out of her face. "Are you okay?"
"It can't be..." Varzo slowly stepped forward to examine the object closer. He leaned down and picked it up, his hands shaking tremendously fast. In his grasp was the dagger he had left in Hammerfell. The dagger he killed his father with. Before he turned around, a loud thud was heard behind him. He looked back and saw nothing, because a bag was thrown over his head.
Short chapter (I'm sorry), but in my opinion a great place to stop. Thanks for reading! By the way, if you haven't noticed I like to name the chapters after song names. The first chapter is called Leaving the Past (by Immortal Technique) and this one is called Became (by Atmosphere), I don't know if I'll continue to do this, but if the song name works out then why not!