"BO!" a loud scratchy Argonian voice yelled out. "BO YOU GANNA WAKE UP!" Bo opened his eyes as his head was hit with a boot.
"WHAAT!" The Imperial replied rubbing his hurt head.
"YOU GANNA WAKE UP. I GOT A LIVE ONE!" Bo jumped up from his side of the boat and ran over to his scaly friend who was struggling to pull in his fishing rod. Bo and his friend had been fishing for about three hours now and this is the first thing that bit. The tiny boat swayed from side to side as the men pulled on the line.
"KEEP GOING!" Bo yelled as he yanked the line. The fish was getting very hard to pull now. Bo put his feet up on the side of the boat and used his whole body into yanking the line. Finally it gave way and a huge arc of muddy water splashed up in the men's faces. In the Argonians lap landed a huge muddy clump of seaweed.
"DAMN IT!" The Argonian screamed his face full of anger. He tantrumed around stomping and spitting in the water. He threw the clump back in the water kicking the side of the boat. It wobbled and swayed with the force of the kick. "What's the point of commin out here if all we catch is plants." He said staring into the water. "Bo...BO!" He yelled out turning to his friend.
"SSSSSHHHH" His friend hushed his eyes were fixed on something else. The Argonian followed them. "Look at that over there. It's a man." Bo pointed his finger out toward the shore. The glimmering water of the Gold Coast spread out before them and a Dark Elf in a Black long coat staring out over the ocean.
"What about it?" his friend replied
"What's he lookin at."
"I don know. Come on, their fishin to do." The Argonian said pulling Bo back.
"Wait!" Bo said pulling back. He looked back over at the shore. The man was gone.
Life. It is such a delicate thing and most of the time it is tossed around and manipulated by man. I could never forgive myself for my sins, but I can bring retribution on those who would share my plight. I thought all along that I had life figured out. Survive Survive Survive. But I had it all wrong. It is about making a better life for others, so that my life will not be repeated.
I hope to one day stop hunting, pursuing evil and dispatching it with a quick strike, but that day is not today. And when the dust settles and this world is right, able to live without fear. Their will always be one more dagger to clear all accounts. -Baron Kingridge
AN- Well there you have it folks. Just so you know there will be a sequel but not for a while. I would just like to take a moment to thank my friends for helping me think this story through. I would also like to thank everyone who has left reviews I really appreciate it when my story is actually being read. If you enjoyed this story I would encourage you to check out my profile for other stories coming out and maybe even some that are already there. And most of all thank you for taking your time to read The Slavers you are all awesome.
A special thanks to - Shraikor, Adrian Lenoit, Thokk, and Dances with Pandas (my Irish Sensai.)