The swampy terrain near Morthal was really throwing Tolgalf off. He had fought spiders, slaughterfish, mudcrabs and a couple bears. When he finally reached Morthal, It was empty, not a living or nonliving soul around, only a long blood trail further into the swamp.
Following the trail, Tolgalf found a cave. Outside the cave there were a few of the town people.
"Are you guys all right?" Tolgalf asked.
"We're fine, hey you look like a capable fighter, our leader will want to speak with you." Said a man at the front.
"As in the jarl, right, why are you hiding in a cave instead of the city?"
"The vampires took over."
"There was no one there when I investigated."
"There using the guardhouse as their nest, where they make more vampires. Let's continue this conversation inside it's almost dark out and they're still hunting for us."
"Alright lead the way."
As Tolgalf began to follow the man into the cave he was struck from behind and knocked unconscious.
Tolgalf awoke abruptly when a bucket ice water was poured on his face.
"Oh your finally up, I hope my guards didn't cause you to much trouble." A dunmer vampire said.
"Oh, I'm just so damn dandy right now. However, how I feel does not even compare to how you're going to feel when I'm through with you."
"But your still such a young vampire, your powers haven't awoken yet."
"What do you mean young vampire, I'm human."
"Not anymore, I, Movarth, have given you the great honor of being your sire."
"Congrats you just signed our death warrant, with a lots of pain included clause."
"Many have said that before, they all submit to my authority sooner or later."
"They didn't have anyone looking out for them." A mysterious voice said.
"It's been a long time Arthur, I haven't seen you since you left us to play hero."
"Don't act so hurt Movarth you know I did what I had to do it was for the greater good."
"I loving this little reunion between you guys, but could you go ahead and fight each other so I can get out of here?" Tolgalf asked.
"As you wish my new disciple."
With that Arthur and Movarth drew their swords, Movarth a daedric sword while Arthur had an brilliant one made of a gold like material. Their blades clashed backed and forth until Movarth sliced at Arthur's head which was easily ducked giving Movarth a second to attack with the hilt of his sword to Arthur's head causing him to stumble a bit.
"Damn it, FUS." Tolgalf roared, this causing Movarth to fall over.
With that Arthur kicked Movarth in the chest and swung his blade over head brings it down right on the neck of Movarth severing his head.
"Can you please untie me now?"
"Sure thing."
"So, Arthur was it, thanks for saving me but, who the hell are you?"
"Have you ever heard of the Neravarine?"
"no"
"Seems no one remembers anymore, I am the Nerevarine, about 20 years before the Oblivion Crisis, I was shipped from the Imperial prison to the island of Vvardenfell to join the blades because the emperor of the time Uriel Septim the VII thought I could fulfill a the Nerevarine prophecy, I worked my way up the ranks of the blades and some other factions as well and eventually saved Tamriel from Dagoth Ur and the second Numidium."
"Wow, so that's was hundreds of years ago, so I assume with that knowledge added to the fact you seemed to know Movarth personally that you're also a vampire, right?"
"Well, I am immortal in the aging sense, but I am not a vampire, Movarth was my brother, are parents were vampires after he was before before I was but after I was already conceived so I got some of the benefits vampirism."
"Fair enough, though why save me or protect me at all for that matter, not that I'm complaining but, still why?"
"It was unfair for you to have all of this responsibility thrust on you at such a young age, you need someone who can train you and understands you."
"Did you find your parents and little sister burnt to a crisp when you go t back from visiting your brother, I don't think so, you will never understand what I've gone through."
"At least you didn't have to kill your entire family, you just found them, not to mention your brother is still alive."
"How do you know so much about me?"
"I've known who you were to become since the day your were born, I was even the doctor that birthed you."
"My dad was a very proud nord, he wouldn't let an Imperial near his wife who was in labor."
"Even if he was gone to help recapture Markarth from the Forsworn?"
"He never told me about that, he… my father told me every story from every battle he ever fought in, why wouldn't he tell me about the Markarth incident?"
"With all the cruel things done to the forsworn, beyond simple justice, he wanted to forget it himself, he even sought out the mages for help, to no avail."
"I, I had no idea, he'd been through all those, oh gods, he didn't participate in them did he"
Arthur remained silent.
"Did he?!"
"Yes"
Author's Note: It's been awhile, sorry about it I have been exhausted from football but thanks to a cartilage tear in my knee I have a lot more free time and rest, I hope this means I can write more often. When I'm writing I often switch Tolgalf to Tolgolf when I'm writing if you catch this just flip it back in your mind, I catch most of them before posting but not all of them. Please review positve or negative so long as you don't cuss me out in review or something of that nature. Also My next story will probably be Arthur's story.
