Chapter 8

(Carter's pov)

The next day after breakfast, I went to meet Do'Ja when I suddenly see him praying in front of a minature Ebony Hircine statue on his desk. I forget that the Companions are a faction of werewolves who worship Hircine for having the beast blood so that didn't surprise me but I should watch what I say cause people who don't believe in a Daedric lord are always confronted with the violent worshippers and that's not pretty I'll say that much. I didn't want to disturb him cause I know that Daedric worshippers can lose their temper when they are interrupted from their praying. So about 5 minutes, he stopped and looked at me surprised.

"Oh! Carver! How long were you here?" He asked me rather nervous.

"Just got here. Was that a Ebony statue of Hircine?"

He clears his throat to regain his composure and gives me a serious look as he sighs.

"It is. But that's a discussion for another time. Now then...I assume you're here cause my father has a job for us."

Wow. He dodged that question easily.

"Yes. We have been contracted by the Jarl of Morthal to help her kill some vampires that hide in a cave." I nod.

Which I suspect a certain someone in Morthal exposed someone being as a vampire.

"Vampires, eh?" He smirked.

"You like hunting them?" I asked rather curious.

"Yes. They are cowards that hide in their little cave thinking that they could hide from hunters like us but they are wrong. However this won't be a simple task, there's no doubt in mind that a master vampire lingers in that cave and he is a tough one. This one suggest using fire against them to kill them faster."

"It's a good thing your wife taught me a bit of destruction magic." I smiled.

"That's good. Put that to good use." He nods as he takes his Ebony battle axe and places it on his back while taking two Ebony war axes and places them on his waist as he takes an Ebony bow off the wall and puts it on his back along with his quiver of Ebony arrows.

Sheesh. Why so many weapons? And here I thought the guy(Marco I think his name was.) from the Metal Slug series was crazy when he goes nuts with guns.

"Get some food and something to drink just in case. It's going to be a long trip. I'll meet you at the stable. Got a surprise for you." Do'Ja said as he took his knapsack and left.

Really? A horse perhaps? I always wanted to ride one.

(Dante's pov)

When I got to the stable, I met up with Skulvar to discuss about buying a horse for Carver. It's the least I can do for someone for saving my life from that dragon.

"Ah...Do'Ja. Nice to see you again." Skulvar smiles at me.

"Like wise, Skulvar. I'm here to buy a horse." I smiled.

"Oh? Replacing your horse?" He jokes.

"My horse? Nah. I've been treating her nicely like she was one of my own. Actually it's a gift for a friend of mine."

"A friend?" Skulvar asked rather curious.

"Yes. He saved my life from a dragon that attacked the watch tower. I owe him my life for saving me and I will do whatever it takes to kill his foes that may threaten his life." I said.

I looks behind me and I see Carver rushing out of Whiterun to meet me at the stables.

"And here he is." I said as I paid Skulvar for the black horse.

"What's going on?" Carver asks.

Skulvar brings the black horse out of the stables and gives the horse to Carver as I smiled at Carver of how shocked he is to get a horse.

"This is a gift for saving my life, Carver." I chuckled.

"A black horse? Reminds me of my days when my father taught me how to ride a horse at Cyrodill." He said as he got on the horse.

"Then you should know that black horses are the fastest and the most expensive in Tamriel." I said as I got on my black horse.

"Yeah." Carver nods.

"Til we meet again, Skulvar." I said.

"You're always welcome here anytime, my feline friend." Skulvar smiles.

Me and Carver rode out to Morthal as...wait...why are we suddenly slowing down? I was blinded by a huge flashing light for a few minutes and the moment I opened my eyes, I find myself back in the Game Master's world back as my normal self but we're in some sort of building that is about as big as a stadium but looks like one of those awesome expensive colleges along with plenty of players who are also not as their characters. We were all confused of what was going on and why we were back in the virtual world...Thankfully the Game Master showed up to answer our questions.

"My sincere apology, Ladies and Gentlemen, but before I get to the point why you are here I have an announcement to make. I have chosen who is the Dragonborn...Carter, present yourself if you please."

That's when I got to know who "Carver" was. A guy in his early 20s, Caucasian-American, black short hair, brown eyes, wearing camouflage pants, fingerless black gloves, black jacket showing guns and roses on the back of his jacket and black steel toed boots walks past the crowd and stops front of the Game Master as he looks at the crowd.

"This is Carter Miles. The Dragonborn in the mod. He will be our main hero in this mod and now dragon slayer in the mod." The Game Master said.

We looked at Carter surprised that he became the Dragonborn but we didn't sneer or get pissed off about it. No. We just clapped to praise the guy of him being the Dragonborn. In my opinion, I don't give a damn about being a Dragonborn, the adventures in Skyrim is enough to make me happy.

"Now...the reason you are here...the reason why I brought you here is to let you know the dangers of going in the mod. If I left you in Skyrim for too long, you will hallucinate and it can be nasty. Seen that happen to the Fallout players and they were lucky not to get heart attacks. As they say, playing too much video games messes your head and you all need a break from it from time to time. Don't worry about your characters cause I have that taken care of. Oh and before I forget...the next time you guys go back to Skyrim, the dragons will appear unexpectedly and will not die unless the Dragonborn kills it however...If you hurt them enough, they will flee if you're lucky that is cause you could be fighting a tougher dragon and you could be having real hard time fighting one. That is all...until then relax your mind and enjoy your time in the Hub." He said as he vanished.

Hub? Uh...he couldn't call it anything better beside Hub? ...oh well. As everyone walked around checking out the Hub, I walked towards Carter and pat him on the shoulder as he looks at me surprised.

"Thanks for saving my ass from that dragon. That thing nearly tore me to pieces when I fought it." I smiled.

He was confused for a bit but then realized who I was...

"You were Do'Ja?" He asked me.

"The one and only but in here call me Dante." I chuckled.

"Nice to meet ya, Dante. Name's Carter." He smiled as we shook our hands.

"Like wise. If you weren't there, I would've been dragon food."

"Must've been scary to fight it."

"At first yeah but then that adrenaline of excitement kicks in and trust me...the thrill was fun but it's probably something I don't want to repeat." I sighed.

"What did you do?" He asks.

"When he tried to throw me to the ground from the sky, I held on to him, got on his back and started stabbing his back with my ebony dagger. It took a while but it knocked him off the sky slamming him face making fall off his back when he skid to the ground. And...well you probably saw what happened next when you saved me."

"Wow..."

"Yeah...but hey. The next time we encounter another dragon, we will even the odds together."

"You got that right." He chuckled.

"Well I best check this place out. Catch ya later, Carter."

"See ya. Oh and you got to tell me more about Do'Ja when you have the chance." Carterr said with curiousity.

"Sure as long as you tell me about Carver." I smirked.

"Deal." Carter smirks back.

We fist pumped and went our separate ways to get a good look of the Hub. Well instead of looking around...

"Dante!" Shouted a familar voice.

I met two familiar faces who I didn't knew they would end up here as well...Rachael and Mizuki Miramoto. Twin Japanese childhood friends I knew for a long time. I rush towards with a surprise look on my face as they giggle at my reaction.

"You guys are here too?" I asked them.

"Yup. Installed a mod and all of a sudden I'm here. Got to admit...it was fun to be in Skyrim for the first time." Rachael chuckled.

"Yeah! We even saw a dragon at Winterhold! It looked so real too!" Mizuki chirped.

"You did? Did it do anything?" I asked rather worried.

"Nah...it behaved like it did in the game. It circled around the college as if it were looking for something then left. Guess he was looking for that Carter guy we saw."

"That's a relief. I hate to see something bad happen to you two." I sighed with relief.

"Aw...glad to see you still care." Rachael chuckled.

"Dante. I would like to have a word with you." I heard the Game Master.

"Excuse me, guys. Hope we get meet again in Skyrim." I waved at Rachael and Mizuki as I went to meet up with the Game Master.

As I went to meet up with Game Master, he leads me to a room with a machine that looks like an Animus(not entirely thankfully.)...great...I can already hear Ubisoft suing him up the ass for this...then again...what the fuck are they going to do? Sue a computer program?

"What is this?" I asked him.

"This machine let's you see memories. Memories of your character's."

"That sounds sort of pointless if I already know my character."

"Let me finish. You get to see memories that you never knew that could be either disturbing or...not."

"So how does it work?" I ask him with curiousity.

"Just lay down and rest. Let the machine do the rest."

"Is this the only machine?"

"Nope. Every player's rooms have these babies...And yes this is your room."

"So when the machine starts up, I become my character or I just watch?"

"You watch. Your character won't see you nor will the other NPCS. Just keep close to the character unless you don't want the memory to loop again. Though not too close, if you pass through the character, he will shudder as if he felt a sudden chill from a cold air. I advice you don't do that if you don't want him to be hunting you holding an enchanted silver sword."

"Okay...wait what? An enchanted silver sword?" I look at the Game Master with confusion.

"The Silverbane was it? The sword you had from Oblivion?"

"Oh right...wait how the hell-"

"I'm a program for a reason. All the data you had is all in the top of my head. Anyway, I'm not going to let you linger in memory too long cause once again side effects." He smirks.

"Got it. Alright...here goes nothing..." I sighed.

"I'll have you set up once you lay down on the machine."

"I could imagine Ubisoft getting pissed about this..." I shook my head.

"So you're telling me...that there's Sci-fi movies or better yet comics or games that involves of a guy going on a machine and going through history and I should get trouble for something that was inspired out of that instead out of a garbage game from stupid series? Why did you bring that up and why should I care?" He asked with an annoyed look on his face.

"Never mind..." I said as the Game Master vanished.

So...I lay down on the machine as it starts lighting up while I heard the Game Master say...

"Now...I need you to relax...and close your eyes...and let me do the rest."

So I did...and what happened next...was something I never expected...

*A/N: before I sign off, I just want to say that I'm totally looking forward for Elder scrolls legends coming out for Android. I pre-registered the game so I can be notified when it's out and get some rewards for pre-registering the game. This is Yorkmanic88 signing off. Peace.*