Prolouge 2: The Bosmer
For a disclaimer, go back to chapter one. Before you read on, I want to say this (And all the other prolougues) will be much shorter than the first. It's made that way so I can get them out of the way.
Aeythylis Feir wandered through the lush tundra of Skyrim, staring at her map to get directions. She was a hunteress, and a good one. She was currently on her way to a mystery animal contract she'd picked up at the Dead Man's Drink inn back in Falkreath. An old man walked up to her, saying that some creature had murdered his family when they were traveling to Falkreath, and gave her a hefty sum of septims for revenge.
Eventually, the huntress reached the creature's den. Or, rather, a large wall, filled with words from a language long since forgotten.
RRRRRRAAAAAARRRRRRRWWWWWWW!
Aeythylis flinched when the creature roared. She turned around, an arrow notched in her bow, and gasped at the animal that wanted to do her harm. It was a large beast, with scales, wings, and a terrible image all together. But, there were many things like that in Skyrim, like her mother-in-law, for instance. The main problem here, was that this was a legendary creature. A fable told in songs, and meant to keep children from wandering into the woods late at night. This creature, was a dragon.
The dragon landed at her feet, before breathing a steady stream of frost at her. Having been in Skyrim for a long time, Aeythylis was used to the cold, of both the weather, and the people, but nothing like this. This was a cold that buried itself deep within her soul, freezing her from the inside out.
Fighting through the pain, with the help of unseen forces, she let her arrow fly, which buried itself in the dragons left eye. It roared with pain, and proceeded to bite her. She quickly dodged, before firing another arrow at the dragon, which bounced off from the creature's rough hide. She jumped onto the creature's head, and jammed an arrow into its other eye, rendering it blind.
The dragon roared again, swinging wildly as it could not see. Finally, the huntress drew her orchish dagger, and stabbed the creature in the forehead, so it would penetrate the brain, killing it instantly. She jumped off the creature, and watched as it burst into flames, shocking her...well, burning her. She got a little too close.
"By the divines, what is going on?" She cried as the soul slammed into of her, until a ghostly image of a dragon portrayed itself before her.
"A-Akatosh?"
"Hello Dovahkiin."
In case you're wondering, the starting ten chapters are going to be incredibly similar, as if I have absolutely no originality at all. I really just have to come up with ten prologues for all the characters, so hopefully, that won't take too long. Don't forget to drop a review or leave a PM!