As the doors of the Eight Plates burst open, everyone was shocked by the sight in front of them. Standing in the door way was a burnt, smoking, shadowy figure of a man. "Seraph?" called out Holly. "It's here," said the man as he walked in and sat down at the nearest table. "It's here? What's here?" questioned one of the generals. No one spoke. After a moment of silence, Mage walked over to the door and cracked it open.
"The night turns of light, but light of the night. The fire burns darker then the great mountains cave, yet it burns," said Mage as if reciting it from a book of Sermons. After starring for another moment, Mage opened up the door to show a horrible sight.
Everything was echoed, like the negative of a photograph. People were running past and screaming as their bodies burned and melted. Everything started to catch fire. The only refuge was anything that was out of this horrible light. A Dunmer man came running into the building and sat down, still smoking. "The time of darkness is upon us, litlle refuge is available," said the man. "What the fuck is going on!" screamed the Imperial general. "It's an ancient legend but nothing more," said Creeper. "Look outside! Does that look like a legend to you!" screamed Seraph. "What legend?" said Someone in the crowd of people. "The black sun."
"What in oblivion is the black sun?"
"It is something that was promised a long time ago. The sun turns black and creates a light of echoes. Only those worthy will survive. Life will cease to end in the lands. The seas will begin to boil soon, then after that the snow will completely melt from the mountains and flood us all. After that the land will be swept with a black fire. Then after that, the sun will die, leaving nothing but darkness." After that explanation the whole room was quiet except for the bloodcurdling screams coming from outside and the sound of the alchemy shop blowing up.
"Then the gates of oblivion open up, and anyone that has survived the five deaths will have to face the horrible torment. The land will be taken and turned into the sister of oblivion," said Mage before pausing. "Unless our hero stops it," she finished. "Hero?" asked the Imperial general again.
Seraph looked up with an eye, which even though there were no tears, sadness was easily seen. "In our peoples lore, there are no such things as gods. There are heroes, divines, and then legends. Heroes always were, and always are the highest. Like Lord Indoril. But the incarnate was ment to save us from the darkness of Red Mountain. There was another hero meant for this job," explained Seraph sorrowfully. "Who is this hero?"
"The only hero is darker then the fire of oblivion, but lighter then the stars of Sky."