Yay! Second Chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own elder scrolls of oblivion, If I did Spandex will be a armour…But wait, my sources tell me that there already is! Le Gasp!
Birth
Like I said, I am a warrior… Cold hearted and merciless from the day I was born, destined to rip souls from the living and the dead. Shedding blood is my asylum and the cries of suffering is my drug.
Right now as I Wright I am in the highest point of Cyrodiil, glaring down like a gargoyle at the pointless ruins which I cleanse of wretched undead beings.
From the day I was born I had feared them yet loved their mumbled groans which made me lust the times when I thrust a blade in to their brain rotted skulls.
But what also catches my glare, is a settlement, inhabited by my own race. It brings me back, to the time when I was young.
I dug in to my bag and pulled out an old book, seemingly old: the pages were ripped and bloodstained. Across it, there was my first name. 'Pandora's birth'.
"It's a girl!" An ecstatic dark elf had barged through the door of the head family leader's house.
The Elder span around with a smile of his face. His red eyes were soft but blood shot.
"We are blessed…" The old man chanted to the heavens "Thank you Azura".
The Excited Dunmer Rushed back out to lead the old man to the house where the new born had entered the world.
The two entered and the atmosphere was untameable from the baby's cries.
There was an exhausted mother laying helplessly on a bed covered in sheets to keep her from a chill, a father with a gentle smile of happiness, a Brother leaning against a wall in deep thought and a weeping beautiful baby.
The woman's eyes moved to her new child with a smiled "Hello, Pandora" Mouthed the mother with her last little bit of energy she had before falling asleep.
"It's ok, we'll leave you to rest" The Father stood up with the child in his arms and walked towards his two acquaintances with a grin.
"Congratulations" The elder and the dumner went in unison.
"Thank you," 'Daddy' smiled but he couldn't help but notice that his son was giving him glares of jealousy toward his sister…
I can't help but to… laugh at this book, what fool would have the time or decency to write about a Childs birth especially when she was said to be the cause of so much destruction. After reading it, I stood up and threw it off the cliff. I couldn't help myself. If I wanted to find it, it will be a whole new adventure to receive it just to banish it once again.
As I grew up I lived a childhood like any other: Tutoring, friends, pretending to be knights. 'Those were the good old days' is was some would say but no, not for me, I'm glad that them days ended when they did. They make me sick!
Forgive me for using the most common cliché in the book but; It all began then day when I was around 5. I was playing in the fields, secretly picking the fruit off the strawberry plants. I was alone, well so I thought.
A man approached me, he wore the same robes that the elder wore when he was in the church.
"Good morning little girl," He beckoned with a wide smirk. I looked at him innocently.
"Hi mister, what are you doing here?" He Bent down to me and handed me a small pink bottle it had a none stuck on to it. I couldn't read at the time so I was unaware of what it really was. "What's this?" I went holding It in my small clutches with my teddy bear.
"Could you be a good girl and give this to daddy?"
I agreed oblivious to the fact of what this would bring. The man departed with an invisibility spell and I skipped along home.
With a proud look on my face I got inside and chanted my dad's name.
He was alerted and came over to me after telling his sick wife that he would be back soon.
"Yes darling?" He went over to me and picked me up. Span me around like any father would do and set me down on a chair.
"I was in the field and a man came over to me and told me to give you this pretty bottle" My father's face suddenly dropped in fear from what it said.
"Your Financial owning to us has took our patience to it's edge. If you do not give us the money: we will take your only daughter's life or if your feelings over come you, it's your wife's, then your son's then finally; Yours.…" The man froze and rushed to his wife.
Once again I had no idea, all I knew was that it was a pretty little bottle.
Time past and I was spending my time out side, enjoying the never ending raze from my good friend; the sun. But soon I was dragged back in by my elder brother who was 14 at the time. He took me to my room and sat me down forcibly.
"Do you know what you've done? What we've done?" He spoke in a very stern tone.
"Not at all" I went innocently, swinging my feet.
"That bottle contained Skooma, It's something that makes people go a bit brainless and it's what dad owes to some men; necromancers".
I swallowed. "But why is daddy so afraid? The man that come to me was very nice"
"Pandora…" My Brother set his rough hands on my slender shoulders, He held a steady gaze.
"They're going to kill us if we don't let them hurt you".
I froze, I know I was so young but I did have some commonsense. The words still linger in my head to his day.
He let go of me and stood up,
"I'm going to check up on Mother". I didn't reply.