*Hello everyone. I'd just like to say a few things before the story. I'd first like to thank the many people who've watched this horrible garbage, but I'd also like to request some people to PLEASE give me feedback, whether it be good or bad. Having no response makes me unsure how to improve upon my work. So please, send your PMs, and anything else to me. Thank you.
Chapter 10
The elf ran across the burning village, with panic in his eyes. Each heartbeat resonated in his mind, like an unending drum beat, while the screams of thousands of men and women caused a choir of pain.
He could bear it no longer. He looked at his superior for help. But instead of answers, he just got more orders.
"These are the soldiers of Cyrodil. The enemies to the Aldmeri Dominion, and as members of the Thalmor, we must do our duties to execute them with no exceptions."
The elf shook his head frantically, crying out in defiance, claiming that the ghosts of the victims haunt him every day-but his superior did not listen.
With a quick movement, he punched the coward elf, and spat on him.
"You're a disgrace to the Thalmor." He told him.
The elf lay on the ground, crying, tears mixed with blood from the woman he had killed, still fresh on his hands.
He did not move, and he welcomed the arcane blade that came to his throat; a military execution to eliminate the weak.
To be continued
*I know this chapter is short... I promise I will compensate for it tomorrow. Sorry about the shortage of content lately.