AN: I should have mentioned this last chapter but….there will probably (And there already has) been spoilers for Oblivion. I think it is pretty obvious though…

Sorry if I had spoiled you, but I forgot to mention it. I only thought of it today, and by then…it was already too late for some people.

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but this will be done in Nim'Loki's point of view, unless I say otherwise. Anyway, thanks for the reviews/story alerts/favourites! Here's the next chapter.

Chapter I

It had been a few weeks since the defeat of Mehrunes Dagon by the great Avatar of Akatosh. All of the country was still grieving for their lost emperor again, but I somehow got over it quickly. Maybe because I had seen worse during my adventures, or maybe it is because I just had a hard and cold heart from killing for so long.

I sighed as I mounted my trusty black steed, Black Wind, and urged him into an easy trot. We left the Chestnut Handy Stables and on to the bridge over Lake Runmare that lead to the mainland.

For the first time in a few weeks, I grinned at the absence of the heavy armor that I had to wear day and night during my adventure. I was just wearing a pair of breeches and a collared shirt. Even though I was the Champion of Cyrodill, I still liked to wear normal clothes. I didn't like royalty that much, so I usually stayed away from the fancy clothes even though I could easily afford them.

I had crossed the bridge by now and kicked Black Wind's flanks, pushing him into a gallop. I turned him towards the Colovian Highlands and withdrew my sword from its scabbard.

My sword was what people would call rare. It was an Elven Scimitar, one of the few last in the entire region. The hilt was beautifully crafted and the blade was curved slightly at the end. Like all Elven weapons, it had a golden sheen to the hilt in the light and it had elvish words ingraded into the blade up to the tip. My sword had seen many battles and bloodshed throughout the time I had bought it, and that wasn't about to stop anytime soon.

On top of the sword being one of the last in the whole region, it also had a powerful enchantment on it. I had done the enchantment myself using a few Sigil Stones from the Oblivion Gates that I had closed a month ago. The flames wrapped itself around the blade of the sword, making it shine more brilliantly than before. Yes, you guess it. A fire enchantment. My sword had earned the nickname of Blaze in the cities of Cyrodill, and I couldn't blame them. Besides having fire circling it all of the time while it was out of its elegant sheath, it also gave me a fifty percent effective shield against fire attacks. That really came in handy during the Great Oblivion Gate that I had to shut before the Daedra Siege Engine could emerge and destroy Bruma like it did with Kvatch.

I gripped Blaze tightly around the hilt and it pulsed red and hummed softly in response. The sword knew what I was feeling most of the time, and usually pulsed to calm me or make me riled up for a battle. This time, it was the former.

My thoughts continued to wander as we approached the Colovian Highlands, the tallest mountain range in Cyrodill.

When I had reached the mountain range, the sun was just sinking below the peak of the tallest mountain. I dismounted Black Wind and took out the foldable tent and sleeping bag from the bags that were strapped to the stallion's saddle and I set up camp. I still loved to sleep outside, even though I could afford the most expensive inn. I liked hearing the soothing sound of crickets as their constant song lulled me to sleep.

---Time Lapse. Half an hour---

I grunted as I pounded in the last peg for the tent into the hard clay-like ground. I unrolled my sleeping bag and placed in underneath the pitch tent that I had just finished setting up.

I straightened and tied Black Wind's reins to a nearby tree, so that he wouldn't run off during the night. I knew I could trust him, but I didn't want to lose him. We had been through so much together, I couldn't bear to live with him gone from my life.

Sighing from exhaustion, I placed Blaze on the ground beside me inside its hilt and it vibrated in reassurance. I had been feeling unusually anxious for the past few hours, and I didn't' know why. It was peacetime, so there was no reason for me to be anxious and uptight…was there?

I settled into my sleeping bag and gently closed my eyes, letting the noise of the crickets lull me to sleep.

AN: There is some foreshadowing in this one, just to let you guys know. This is still the beginning of the story, so bear with me here if it is boring you out of your skull and you just want it to get into the plot. I'm building up to it, don't worry. .

Oh, and yes. This is another short chapter. Don't worry, I always start off with a few short chapters whenever I start a new story…but they will grow in length eventually. (depending if I am into the story or not)

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