Chapter 4
"Wake up you pathetic hatchlings! It's time for your training to begin." Wesk opened his eyes slowly, getting used to the torchlight that illuminated the room. He rose from his bed with a groan, cracking his neck. Today was the day that he and five other trainees would be taken and left in a remote section of the marsh to survive for three days. They would have to hunt, find shelter, and do whatever it took to survive. Usually only one to three trainees came back.
He gathered the things he'd need to survive: A canteen, some potions, and his rusty iron dagger. Wesk looked around at the other beds to see his soon to be squad also preparing for the trip that was ahead. He knew none of these young argonians, and he planned to keep it like that. Suddenly, Wesk found himself on his knees. Another trainee, slightly taller and muscular than Wesk was standing over him, holding his potions with a grin on his face. The taller argonian pocketed the potions and walked off. Wesk started to draw his dagger before sheathing it. He would have three days alone with this bastard. Might as well use it to his advantage.
The group, led by two Shadowscales, was being led to a remote part of Black Marsh, passing a plethora of plant life and wild animals. They had been walking for two hours when a giant, mysterious wolf like animal attacked the group. It was quickly put down by the two Shadowscales before it could kill off the young hatchlings. It still managed to kill one of the trainees however, tearing her apart with it's dagger like fangs. Wesk bent down to inspect the corpse of the girl, watching as her blood pooled out onto the dark ground, mixing with an abundance of twigs and leaves, her eyes still open, wide in shock. He reached into her sack and pulled out ten potions, pocketing them quickly before kicking the corpse into the dark, murky waters, watching with a sadistic grin as her corpse was swallowed by a passing creature the size of a small house.
They finally reached the test site, a small clearing in a grove of trees, with a small pond in the center. While the trainees examined their home for three days, the Shadowscales had already left, leaving the lives of five ten year olds to be decided by fate. Wesk was the only one who was already setting up his sleeping quarters, grabbing handfuls of giant leaves of the trees for his bed, putting up fallen tree branches in the shape of a teepee. He then started to put mini spike traps around his space, to make sure no one tried to steal his things or his shelter. When he deemed his shelter finished, Wesk set off to hunt for his food, making sure to let no one follow.
He didn't have to walk for long before finding a large deer, calmly eating blades of grass, unaware of the small argonian creeping up behind it. Wesk leaped on the deer, feeling the beast at once try to shake him off, its eyes full of fright and panic. Wesk drew his dagger and quickly cut the deer across the throat, its blood quickly dripping out from the gash. The deer continued to thrash around; doing anything it could to get the merciless killer off it. It finally slowed down, and then stopped all together. Wesk went about cutting the head off, sawing at muscle and tendon, then when he hit bone, lifted the deer and bashed the neck against a nearby stone, its neck bone shattering into tiny white shards. Wesk dragged the deer back only to see his shelter defiled.
Blood surrounded his teepee; all his traps had been set off. Nearby, a body lay, filled with holes, face forever in a gaze of terror and sadness. Wesk looked into his teepee to see the argonian who had stolen his potions earlier. All Wesk thought from there was vengeance. During his training, Wesk displayed a natural talent for the magick school of Illusion. He used a simple invisibility spell and crawled over to the unfortunate argonian asleep in his bed. He whispered in the argonian's ears a spell that induced its victim into a frenzy of rage.
The argonian awoke and in a trance grabbed his sword. What happened next would stay with Wesk for the rest of his life. The entranced argonian brought his blade down on a female argonian who was sitting by a fire, cleaving her head off and grabbing it with his free hand. Another argonian, a male smaller than the berserker, plunged his short sword into the berserker, only to be beaten down with the females head. The other argonian was nowhere to be found, probably having fled the massacre. Wesk simply sat on a log, grinning as he watched the berserker continue beating the small male argonian, who had left the world already.
Wesk stood up and walked slowly to the berserker, grinning maliciously. He lightly took hold of the berserker's ear and whispered an order into his ear. Wesk stepped back to watch the berserker take hold of his swords handle with both hands, lift the sword above his head, and bring it down into his stomach, making no sounds of pain or anguish. He fell to the ground with a soft thump, all the while Wesk watching with pure delight. Two days later, two Shadowscales had come for whoever survived. All they found was Wesk sitting peacefully by a fire, listening to the sounds of the berserker's scales crackling in the intense heat. Upon inspection, the Shadowscales asked what he had eaten for the past two days, to which Wesk simply grinned. They found no animal bones among the pile next to the fire.