Disclaimer: Look at Prologue. Ebonheart also belongs to Bethesda as well.
First story so I accept all professional and constructive criticism. Flames will be used to heat up my apartment.
A/N: Wow, just wow. 50 followers, 31 favorites, and over 3000 views. Either I'm a better writer than I thought or this story is just one of a kind. Doesn't matter to me, right now just enjoy the chapter as I had to resume playing Skyrim to get more ideas for the story.
P.S. I bought the game for the PC so can mod it to the way that it fits the story plot as close as I can get.
P.P.S. If you have any ideas that could make the story more interesting, PM me and I'll take a look when I have time.
"Talking" - Normal speech
'Talking, Talking, Talking' – Daedric or Aedric speech
"Talking" - Dragon speech
'Talking' - Thought
Immortal Trinity
Chapter 3
*16 years ago*
"I'm sorry your grace, but I must have misheard you. You want to take the boy as your own?"
"Indeed and not just me, mind you, but the other two as well. He is destined for great things. Whether for good or bad is unclear, but he will change the world as we know it."
"But he is just a mere child, surely you must be mis-"
"Are you questioning my decision, mortal?"
"N-no my lady, just stating the possible truth of the matter! I meant no disrespect, I assure you!"
"As I thought, now leave us. I wish to speak to my new son in private. I'll call if further assistance is needed."
"O-of course, right away!"
~Door opens and then closes~
"Now then shall we prepare for the future, my son? There is much to be covered and you have a long journey in front of you."
"What do you mean, Mother?"
"All will be clear in time, child, but for now let us go visit your new home."
*Present*
All was silent in the courtyard, no words were spoken, swords ringing, arrows creaking, or even spells creating their unique tone. Everyone was staring at me, staring at the tattoo with great levels of shock and disbelief. The only person who wasn't doing imitations of a fish out of water was the general in front of me, not at all surprised by the tattoo in any way. It was like he had seen something similar beforehand, or possibly the exact same thing.
'What are you thinking, General?', I thought anxiously.
A minute passed and I realized that he wasn't just looking at the pulsing heart, but also the scars that riddled my torso as well. Looking around I took note that Elenwen currently had a mixed look on her, a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and arousal...again.
'What is with that woman?', I thought, 'Every time shes seen part of myself, she gets that look like she wants to keep as a sex slave.'
'As if I'd let that harlot ever touch you. She doesn't deserve to even see your face, my son.', said a melodic voice in my head, one that I haven't heard in a long time.
'Surprising to hear from you after so long, Mother. What brings your attention to this debacle? Surely you aren't concerned for my safety, am I right?'
'Perish the thought, child. I was beginning to get curious on what has been holding you up all this time. You usually are very punctual in visiting our shrines or temples.'
'Well as it happens, things might be turning either for the bet- wait! You said our, as in multiple. You're not saying…'
'Yes, we too have been curious as to why you're late, son.', another, this time authoritative, voice who I haven't heard from in a long time said.
'Indeed, by looking at the current situation, you should have been able to avoid this distraction all together.', stated another, this one apathetic, voice which I haven't heard from even longer than the other two.
'Well great! All three of you have been watching with me being none the wiser...again. Heavens forbid that you actually announce your presence to your only mortal son, instead of speaking when you feel like it.'
'Sounds like we still need to get rid of that sassy attitude of yours, child. Isn't it considered disrespectful among mortal families to talk like that to your mother, or mothers in your case?'
'The last time I talked to any of you liked that, Mother "Raven" said to knock it off or she'll have me grow feathers.'
'And I still will if I must. Do not forget who was the one responsible for teaching you discipline and etiquette.'
'Was that before or after you saw my educational capacity?'
'You know what I meant, child.'
'Enough! Before I have to settle another "bigger stick" argument, you two should note that the general is about to speak. We'll talk later, son. Be sure to make the visitations a top priority, please? It's been six years since we last saw each other and I want to see your face in person. Goodbye for now, Gaellon.'
'Yes that would be best. Considering our respective small problems.'
'What do you mean, Mother Eagle? Is there something I can be of help with?'
'Not as you are now, son. However, the time will come for your assistance. For now, brave through this interruption and explore the country. We'll send word when one of us need you.'
'If you say so, Mother Raven. Just don't make me wait too long, okay? I truly do miss you three very much.'
'As do we son, as do we. See you when the time comes, and try not to attract to much attention regarding us.'
'I will.'
After I felt my mothers' presence leave my mind, I focused my attention back to the real world. Apparently while I was occupied, the general had been speaking to Elenwen about the current situation and had now refocused his attention back to me.
"We have considered the proper course of action regarding the evidence presented.", he said as I put my tunic and cloak back on, much to the disappointment of the many females within the vicinity, "Before I make my final decision I want to ask, what made you come to Skyrim in the midst of the civil war going on?"
It was a fair question and being that he had been honest to me thus far, I decided to return the courtesy. It was one of the many lessons pounded into my head during my adolescence after all.
"I wanted to find the lost keep my clan built during the Dragon Wars.", I replied, "I found information that lead to the southern base of the Throat of the World, several miles west of here actually."
The soldier from before spoke up, "You seek Sil Tuz Castle? That place was said to be destroyed during the Warp in the West over 2 centuries past."
I look over at him, stare him right in the eye and say, "Unlikely, very unlikely."
The general was about to say something but…
~ Mysterious roaring~
Everyone looks up and swivels their head left and right in search of the source.
The same soldier from before pipes up with, "What was that?"
"It's probably nothing.", the general replies then states, "We've wasted enough time already. Let's get this done and over with."
He looks over at me and motions me over to the side where the priestess was. I walk over and take my offered place, ignoring the occasional hungry and lustful glances of said priestess. As everything settled down and the prisoners got in line, the general went to stand in front of Ulfric. His gaze looked hardened and contemptuous yet also victorious, assured that this would end this 'Civil War' that's been going on apparently.
"Jarl Ulfric.", he begins with everyone listening in, "Some people in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the Way of the Voice to murder his High King and usurp his throne."
Any response from the gagged man only comes out in grunts.
"You started this war and plunged Skyrim into chaos. Now however, the Empire is going to make things right again."
~Mysterious roaring~
"There it is again! It sounded closer this time!"
"Ignore it, soldier. We have more important matters to attend to. Captain, you may proceed."
"Yes, General Tulius!", the woman from before responds, saluting him as is custom, and turns to the priestess beside me and states, "Give them their last rites."
The priestess steps forward and raises her hands in prayer chanting, "As we commend your souls to Aetherious, blessings of the Eight Divines be upon you!"
She would've continued but a Stormcloak soldier impatiently stomped over to the chopping block with, "For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with."
"As you wish.", the priestess said, obviously offended by the disrespect.
When the nameless soldier arrives to the block, he turns to the headsman and barks out, "Come on, I haven't got all morning."
The female captain looked at General Tulius for any sign or word of what to do, as he was about to say something the same soldier from before spoke up, "Come on, you Imperial cunt! You scared of what I'll do to you, you slut!"
[Play Immediate Music – Lacrimosa Dominae]
His ravings were cutoff when he found himself unable to breathe and his throat being burned by an extreme heat, the reason being my hand gripping his throat whilst using a flame spell simultaneously. I brought him face level to me, donning a look of calm fury and staring him right in the eye. He was still defiant in his actions, even when his eyes showed pure terror, thrashing his body around and trying to wrench my hand free from his neck. Everyone, even the insulted captain, watched in shock and a little fear as I stared him down and slow-cooked him alive. My pupils started to glow, the whites of my eyes turning black, as the marks from the tattoo started to spread around my body and glowed blue, red, and green.
The mages in attendance started to buckle under the weight of the magical force I was radiating. One by one they dropped, elves, beasts, and humans alike, all of them incapable to withstand or comprehend the powerful force. Soon, the other bystanders began to feel the pressure and started to buckle as well. The first to drop were the civilians, adults mostly, as they had little to no experience with magical power. Then the soldiers began to fall as well, first the Stormcloak prisoners, then the Imperial soldiers followed suit. Even the Thalmor soldiers and mages fell to their knees, their faces locked in the same shock and fear as the others had. The only two who withstood my magical force the longest was none other than Tulius and Elenwen, both having experienced hundreds of magical battles during the Great War and Elenwen being a powerful mage herself.
None were more affected however, than the soon to be dead soldier in my grasp. The script soon reached my hands and, to the shock of all, began to spread across his face then his neck when it finally covered his entire being. As soon as it did, the same script started to spread across the ground. Moving, twirling, and snaking across the moist dirt, originating from beneath my feet and still glowing the same colors that were on me and the soldier in my grip. Those who were able to look at anything else beside us, turned their attention to the ground beneath me. The mages among them gasped loudly as the script soon started to form a seemingly random pattern. Dozens upon dozens of script lines twisting and curving left or right in a circular manner. When it stopped, a glyph five times the size of any average one lay across the ground, still glowing their respective colors. What astonished them, was that it appeared to be an exact replica of the tattoo on my chest.
After I noticed that the seal was fully prepared, I finally addressed the filth in my grip, "It seems that no matter the race or upbringing, everywhere I go there is that one person in existence who believes that he can say anything he wants without consequence. Also, it seems that I have to be the one to teach, not only those people but everyone else, the cold, harsh reality that is life. Whether they are a man, woman, human, elf, or beast, there is no shortage of imbeciles with their head up their ass.
"Now what I do is no better" I continued, "considering that after I rip their head out, my foot take it's place instead, but I at least know when I take it too far. You and those before, on the other hand, don't know or care when your words go over that limit. You just continue on, with the drivel and obscenities like you're either a sailor or a self-righteous and pompous noble. That, among other things, raises my ire greatly and you get to be an example as to what happens to those unfortunate to do so in my presence."
I gave a mental command and the seal glowed brighter and started to pulse with energy, starting slowly at first then progressively getting faster and faster. The tension in the crowd was rising as most if not everyone was curious as to what would happen next. The soldier I was holding started to thrash about even more with desperation instead of defiance, even more afraid than before for his life.
"Usually I don't take the punishment this far since it's quite messy sometimes. You are the fourth person so far I used this on, however you are the first who was a soldier so you can die feeling special for something.", I said, "Also when you die, you can tell the other three before you that I said greetings."
After my final piece was stated, the glyph stopped pulsing and began ripple, the script on both me and the unfortunate soul began to flow. It started from the soldier and raced towards the mark over my heart. No one said anything, unsure of what exactly is happening and how it would lead to the prisoner's death. The mages and scholars were mumbling to themselves on what and/or how the glyph under my feet had a part to play in this and if it was the center of the supposed ritual taking place. The two groups were not he only ones however, as the others began to have silent conversations on how the man was going to die: would he be burned, frozen or shocked to death, his body turned to stone and crumble to small rocks and pebbles, etc. I could hear everyone mumbling and whispering to themselves and each other over what would happen to the man.
The answer was not what they were expecting…
…
…
…
… then the screams came en mass. Why you may ask?
The answer is rather simple.
"Greetings, Ebonheart. You're a hard man to find."
An enormous, black, female dragon was sitting on top of the tower directly behind me, looking amused at the current situation.
As well as directing a lustful gaze to me in particular.
FUCK...MY...LIFE!
TBC!
[Stop Music]
A/N: Holy shit balls! I'm still alive! Of course, my story is alive as well. If not, this wouldn't have been posted.
In other news, I know that it has been a little over a month that I have posted. I also know and accept responsibility for not informing of why. Straight to the point, I quit my job and moved back home. It got too stressful and I was suffering near constant anxiety attacks on a daily basis. So I quit, moved home, and started looking for a simpler job as a sales associate, dishwasher, or any entry-level job I could find. I can't promise this won't happen again as I don't know how long it will be until I find a new job. I might not be able to post chapters for at least a month at a time since I got bills to pay and no source of income to steadily handle it. Again, I apologize for the lateness and hope you enjoy it. It may be smaller than the last one, but I hope it's on the same level of intrigue.