Seven Years Later.

Kingridge Journal, Middas, Rain's Hand, 1256AC

It seems that all I feel around me is pain. It delves itself deep inside of me and swells up crushing my heart into a mush and tearing a hole in my soul. The funny thing is that I enjoy the pain and suffering that I decided to put upon my self. I have become nothing but an animal living off whatever I can, pushing harder to stay alive. This brings me joy however, I am not sure I would be able to live my life any way than this. I have come to crave the evil and fear as if they were my children raising them and caring for them until one day I release them in a burst of ferocity. I wish to push it over the edge further, making myself stronger, faster, and smarter so that I rival any man who dare opposes my wishes.

I had a dream about her again last night. I try as hard as I can to rip her memory from my head but it is forever seared into my brain. I've decided to travel to Cyrodil like I have always wanted to do. I feel that I must leave Morrowind, there are too many painful memories here. I don't expect to find happy ones in Cyrodil but it is time for a change of scenery.

Baron walked along in the night. The humid night was doing it's job, he began to sweat as he walked which almost never happened. He was wearing a large gray cloak that he always wore when traveling. He also had his fine steel longsword tucked underneath. He had taken it off of a high elf he had killed in Morrowind. He went he imagined what Cyrodil would look like when he got there. The ground underneath him crunched softly as he stepped on it, the whistling wind blew through the trees.

He continued to walk on the path intill he came to a stop in the middle of the road. The Night breeze blew on his face chilling his already cold skin. listening intently, he could have swore that he had heard something. Suddenly shouts could be heard in the distance and Baron moved quickly. He ducked into the forest chasing the screams with a manor most urgent.

Baron had been trained by himself to learn how to mix with the surroundings of the forest and learned how to stop and start irregularly to make his movements sound more natural. If Baron wished it in the forest he could disappear. The shouts continued and Baron heard a scream as he rounded a corner to the clearing.

The first thing that he noticed when he reached the clearing was the gigantic wall that loomed over the people below it. The wall separated Cyrodiil with Morrowind it's white masjesty dominating over the creatures below. The ground underneath the wall was a scene of terror to some. Two guards fumbled on the ground with a young Breton girl. One of the guards had their torso armor off and appeared to be off duty. The other was quickly stripping his armor off as well. Baron watched in silence as the off duty guard held the Breton girl to the ground and began to take of her shirt.

The girl screamed in terror and yelled at them trying desperately to crawl away. "Stay down there you little Bitch." the guard said as he pushed the girl farther in the dirt tearing her shirt off. The other guard had successfully removed his greaves before an arrow flew out of the forest and struck true. The arrow had pierced the guards throat and it splashed blood into the open air. The Breton screamed in terror, the hot crimson blood raining down on her.

Baron stood, the arrow had not come from him so their must have been someone else watching this scene. Baron knew that if the person that killed the guard could drop him from the edge of the clearing without being seen, he could hunt Baron down too. He had to get out of here.

Baron bolted into the forest. The guard on the ground noticed the movement with his trained eyes and drew his sword. The angered guard leapt into action, chasing after Baron with all the strength in his body. The man abandoned the young Breton, she clasped her hands across her chest to hide her nakedness and cried softly, her world crashing down around her. Baron did what he had trained himself to do ducking through the brush and leaves and moving swiftly. The guard was faster than he looked and was on him never moving his eyes from Baron's cloak. He yelled out his voice breaking with fatigue.

"You can't escape me, I know every step of this land." Baron stopped not looking back at the guard listening intently. The imperial came to a rocky stop breathing heavily, his mouth curled up in a smile thinking he had won.

"Your right I can't run." Baron said turning to face the imperial. The guard was taking in breath quickly and almost violently, his mouth was smirking as he stared back in the Dunmer's eyes. Baron's face turned up in a smile as he grabbed the hilt of his longsword and pulled it out of it's sheath. The blade sang as it left it's resting place thirsting for blood. The guard lunged at Baron as he prepared to block.

Suddenly a arrow cut through the back of the guard's neck flinging blood into the air. Baron jumped in surprise as the body of the guard fell on him. The guards eyes were wide and unmoving as his now lifeless body propped on Baron's chest, in disgust Baron threw the guards corpse to the ground and looked up to where the arrow had come from, he soon saw the shooter.

A dark elf sat up in a tree laying in the branches lounging there. His dark skin and red eyes could barely be seen in the dark night forest. Baron prepared himself for battle. A smile spread across the relaxing Dunmer as he spoke. "O relax, there is no way you can win."

"I've heard that before." Baron retorted and anger flecked in his eyes "are you just going to sit up in the tree all day like a little bitch." The lounging Dunmer started to laugh as he jumped from the tree to the ground. The dirt was almost silent when he reached the ground from his flight.

"I think we have a misunderstanding here, I am not going to fight you," he paused lifting his hand and pointing a finger behind Baron. "He is." Baron turned to see the chest of a giant orc staring back at him. Baron raised his eyes to see the orc's ugly face before the hilt of a giant axe was brought down on his head knocking him out cold. Baron hit the ground like a brick.

The giant of an orc lifted the blade of the axe and was about to bring it down on Baron's head. "Stop!" the Dunmer said to the giant just before the orc was about to split Baron's head in two. "the kid has stones, bring him to Turin he will want to see if he has what it takes." the orc stopped and turned his face up to the dunmer.

"And since when do I take orders from you ashborn bastard." the orc's voice was deep and menacing.

"Because I am intelligent and now how to speak to Turin unlike you, you great fucking brute. Get him and the girl and let's get the hell out of here." The orc growled at the dunmer as he holstered his axe on his back and started to pick up Baron. He started to whisper as he walked after the dark elf

"One day I will kill you Dunmer, one day."