Important Beforenotes!!!: In the last chapter, Theral was knocked unconscious by Charly Dren. This chapter is just his dreams while being unconsious, some parts memories from before he went to prison.
Chapter 4--Dreams
Theral could tell he was dreaming. He was upset that what he saw were just dreams, and not reality. Some things of which he saw, though, he was glad they were just dreams.
Theral was watching himself at the age of 13, when he was only a small child. He had been in an orphanage since he was 2, and had only gone to school for 3 years. After learning to read, if a student couldn't pay, or if their parents couldn't, they were not allowed to attend school anymore. He just watched all the events of his past, what he wanted to keep, and never give up. He watched them occur, over and over.
He was walking down the street while it was raining. He had no friends, for none of the people there liked orphans, and not much like Dunmer. He was alone, friendless, and had to support himself, and he was miserable. Until that one fateful day. He was wandering the streets, half naked, in the cold rain, trying to find a place to sleep. When three children who were only a little older approached him. One a Nord, one an Imperial, and one a Breton. The Imperial knocked him down, and they stripped him of his pants and shoes. The Nord threw stones at him, and the Breton insulted him. "You stupid Dark Elf! Why don't you go find yourself some parents!" Theral was sick, bruised, and bloody. His life was at an end. That very moment, he heard someone yell, but he was not quite sure of what he said. All the kids went running and screaming. Theral opened his eyes, and saw 2 Skeletons. He could hear the voice of an old Dunmer talk. "Now, pick him up. Lets take him back to my tower. He'll die if we don't help him!" The voice said. The Skeletons could care less, but they did what their master told them. From that moment, Theral was no longer a miserable orphan child.
Theral could then see himself at the Dunmer's tower. The skeletons fell down, dead, because the spell comanding them had worn off. He heard the Dunmer mutter some words, and then the Dunmer touched his shoulder. Theral's wounds started to slowly heal, and he was able to stand. He stood up, and his vision refocused. He was wet and cold, and still sick. He saw he was in a tower. In front of him was a Dunmer with a beard and no hair, wearing a blue robe. Theral was terrorified. This man had saved him, but he had no idea where he was at, or what the Dunmer wanted with him. The Dunmer, obviously a Mage, handed Theral a towel and a brown robe. "Dry yourself off and put on this robe for warmth. Pay no attention to me, I'm going to continue curiing you, though it may hurt a little. The mage was right. When his wounds healed up, there was great pain as they closed. He was getting healed, but it hurt. The mage uttered more words and touched Theral's shoulder. The pain was intense, but he didn't care. He had been through a lot of pain in his life. The Mage then gave him a potion. "Drink this. It will heal all the diseases you've gotten from being out in the cold rain." The mage said. Theral popped off the cork and guzzled it down. It tasted horrible, but he wanted to be cured and he was extremely thirsty as well. After drinking it, he put on the robe. "You may ask questions tomorrow. Today, you rest." The mage said. He gave Theral some delicous looking meat and bread, with some water. Theral ate and drank it all. He was tired from all he'd been through that day. "I have a few extra beds. Go lie down in one and rest. Tommorrow you may ask all your questions." The mage told him. Theral obeyed what the mage said, and went into one of the beds.
The next day, Theral asked many questions. The mage's name was Divayth Fyr, a wizard from some group called the Telvanni. Divayth said he was on a trip in Cyrodill, but was originally from the country of Morrowind. He said he was searching for some special herbs that only grow in CYrodill, so he could find a cure to the 'Divine Disease'. Theral didn't know what that was, but he didn't question his saviour. Theral asked why Divayth rescued him.
"Normally, I could care not whether a a person was killed. But, you are a child with potential, and I hate to see people suffer as you were, which is why I want to cure the Divine Disease. And, while I'm here in Cyrodill, which will be for a while, you can help me, and I'll provide you shelter and food. How would you like to be my apprentice?" Divayth asked. That was the moment Theral became happy. From the age of 13 all the way to 20, he was Divayth's apprentice. He was taught a few skills in magic and combat AND stealth. Theral was set for life now. At a good time, to. Divayth had told Theral that he needed to return to Morrowind. Theral was upset, but he had a feeling they would meet again someday. For the next year, Theral lived on his own. He did a little hunting and looting caves, and he was able to support himself.
Theral soon turned 21, the last of his good years in life. The three children that almost killed him 8 years ago were now 24 years old, and they wanted to get him again.
"You only won last time because your evil Necromancer friend showed up! Necromancers are evil, and showed all be burned on a stake!" The Breton said. Theral was enraged. These damn bastards have no right to say ANYTHING about him! "He was no Necromancer!" Theral said, trying to avoid a fight. "Only a Necromancer would summon two skeletons to attack children!" The Nord said. Theral didn't want to fight. Divayth had told him that fighting would lead only to three bad things: Death, hatred, or punishment. Theral could've killed the three, right then and there with his basic spells and his iron mace that Divayth gave him. But, he chose not to. The three people attacked him, and Theral refused to fight. He felt he had made the right decision when a guard came up and arrested the three. Even though Theral hated violence, he wanted revenge.
A few months later, the three were released from jail. Late at night, Theral went to the Imperial's house. He picked the lock to his door, and came in. Before the Imperial could say anything, Theral busted his head open with his mace. He took the Imperial's house, always using THAT as his excuse for the murder. He was thrown in prison that night, thinking he was going to be there for 30 years. But 9 years later...
After 9 years, he had forgotten about Divayth. He cleared it all from his mind. He never wanted to remember it again. That day, he was released, and sent under guard to Morrowind. The Emperor himself released Theral, and nobody knew why.
Theral then started having visions. He thought they were just dreams, but they felt like something that was true. He saw himself in a storm of ash and dust, walking through a mountain. He had a strange small sword, a glowing hammer, and the weirdest glove. He saw himself slaying dozens of what seemed to be human, but were also monsters. Then, he was at the heart of the mountain. There was a man in a golden mask. They battled eachother, and though the other man was near naked and had no weapons, he was powerful. Before Theral delivered the final blow, his vision changed. He saw himself with the man in the mask, but they seemed to be friends. And Theral looked a little different. And on his finger, there was a strange ring that he had never seen before! He saw himself give the sword, hammer, and glove to the masked man. Then, he watched himself fighting the masked one again, but inside a cavern. He knock the masked man into a very deep pit, and the masked man hit hard on a rock, and then fell into lava. After that, a strange female voice spoke to him.
"Many fall, but one remains", it said.
As soon as the voice disappeared, he awoke. He was in a cave, near a wall. He found a note next to him. It read:
Dear Theral Gemni,
You sure are a heavy sleeper! We dragged you for a few hours, trying to find the appropriate spot for you. We liked this spot! He hope you enjoy your stay here in this cave! All your stuff is here, you'll need it if you're ever going to live! Which, you won't! I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you've broken the law too much in only 2 days! Well, see you in hell!
Your true friends, Herald and Charly Dren!
END OF CHAPTER 4
Afternotes: This chapter was mainly just to tell you about Theral's childhood. Those visions never happened in the game, but they give hints on Theral's future if you've played a lot through the Main Quest. As you can see by the note, Herald and Charly dragged Theral into a cave and through him in there to die. Thats a serious punishment! Feedback would be appreciated!
