Chapter two: Big world, small conqueror.

As the boy gained altitude he heard a voice with a Nord accent that screamed almost as if enraged: "Fire!"

The boy took a look back only to see what seemed to be a sea of bolts coming for him. He rushed to the end of the bay where the Nord attackers could not follow, for it was part of the Thalmor territory within Skyrim. The girl was frightened, yet she found the courage to open her eyes. As she opened her eyes a drop of blood fell to her face, and as she saw the bolt carved deep into Ryder's back, he closes his eyes and starts to fall into the water.

"Ryder wake up," the girl begged for him to listen yet with no result "wake up!"

For the girl's surprise, either by the work of Gods or by momentum, the boy's body flipped, facing her against the water and protecting her from the impact.

"It's the end, sorry mother for letting you down, sorry father for not being strong like you taught me" thought the girl as her eyes closed.

[Several hours later]

The boy woke up, and wondered to himself where was he. After sensing his awakening a dark blue figure peeked his head above the water, saying to the boy: "You are awake, good." The boy, at first was frightened, so the voice comforted him: "Fear not, for I mean you no harm. You were at the verge of death within my seas, I saved you."

"Why did you save me? Where is Madison? Where am I? Who…?"

Before the boy could continue the voice chuckled and said: "Calm boy, all your questions will be answered, just one at a time. As for the reason to why I saved you, well it's not every day we get to have royalty within my humble home."

"What do you mean?"

"You are the son of Nova, Queen of Dragons, are you not?" replied the voice.

"Yes, well, was" said the boy with a sadder tone of voice.

"Wrong, you will always be the son of your mother, yet my condolences are indeed. Her recent passing make you King, yet you are in no shape or age to rule. I suggest you stay in my home, at least until you can protect yourself. Do not fear that self proclaimed Dov-Ah-Kiin and his pack of Nords, where we are they cannot come."

"Why?" asked the boy in doubt.

"Oh my, looks like we must get you educated as well. You are in a Region owned by the Thalmor. The Nords set a foot here and they risk a war a across Tamriel."

"Where's Madison?"

"That pretty little winged Khajiit? She would make a neat snack to any other dragon. Worry not, in prefer fish myself so I feed mostly on the slaughterfish near the coast. She is yet asleep, nearly drowned. I was just going to leave there an use her as bait for my dinner, but the way you were holding on to her. A bloody blind man could see that she meant something to you. Now, I believe we haven't been properly introduced. I am Orcus, and if you allow me to, I shall be your friend and guide."

"Ryder, pleased to meet you, and I want to thank you for rescuing us". The boy gets up and stretches his hand as of e was going to shake his hand, but than realizes that he has no hands. Orcus than laughs and says: "Think nothing of it, I was just attending to your mother's wishes".

"You said you would educate me. What did you mean?"

"I will teach you how to hunt, literature, alchemy, forging, archery, mathematics, physics, medicine and magic. Well, what I know at least. Oh, almost completely forgot, you need to learn how to use that armor." As Orcus explained that, he than asked: "How much do you know?. I know your father taught you how to fight, even if it was a more basic level. But what do you know besides that?"

The boy took a moment to think, not very long, and answered: "I know how to talk and read." As the boy said that, Orcus laughed. They boy, offended, shouted: "Fus-Ro-Dah"

After that shout, Orcus was pushed back with an tremendous force. Orcus smiled and congratulated him: "Very well, I see you are familiar with our tongue. Force, Balance and Push, correct? Who taught you that?"

"My mother taught me". The boy had a sad face when he remembered of what had happened to his mother. He than tried change the subject. "You said something about my armor, what?"

"Your armor has been enchanted and used by every Daedric Prince. Many years of its usage made it possessed by the Daedra, and he who wears it absorbs the Daedra, making himself become an entity close to a Daedric Prince, controlling the Daedra that possesses the armor. It is inactive, but when you activate it, most weapons you wield will become possessed by the same Daedra, and by consequence, possessed by you. You may also summon daedric artefacts just by thought, but that is harder to achieve. What I told you were the advantages, yet there are disadvantages. The armor is cursed. He who wears it, must wear it to the day he dies. And the most cruel side of the curse, is the one the parts you of your innocence. In order to activate the armor you must shed the blood of an innocent life in it. If you ask me, kill a man of guilt for survival, your conscience is clear. Kill an innocent for the entertainment of godlike entities… the weight that lies in the mind of one that committed such atrocity can be devastating. Let's change the subject. Today you shall rest. Tomorrow you will meet those who will be assisting me in your education. I have no hands so I may not teach certain things, but they will be there as if they were me. They are outcasts of The Dark Brotherhood and The Companions. I will also attempt to summon a fellow friend of mine. He is a Khajiit, and for what I hear one of the best merchants in Cyrodiil. He will teach you the art of the trade. Rest now my boy, for tomorrow you will know the big world that lies ahead for you to conquer.

The boy was than directed to his new , where he went to sleep anxiously awaiting the next day.

Author Note: so this was the second chapter, and I know it was a bit slow paced, but next chapter will probably be faster paced and with more action than this one. Q&As are open, so are auditions for characters created by you guys. Manatauro out.