ElderScrolls: Adventures of Ianian and Altaer Chapter 2, an elder scroll series fanfic

Elderscrolls: The tales of Ianian Greyhound and Altaer

Chapter 2 : Never bend

The cold splash of water came from above and slapped me in the face like it was a metal, I heard faint laughter and sat up, I hissed at the guards and used my shirt to dry my face. I tenderly caressed my head which was still in pain from the ordeal that happened only a week ago. I was snapped out of my memories when I could hear dunmer leather boots, which were much too fancy for the guards. I slowly approached the cell door and saw the last person I wanted to see, My father. I stood back under the grate that was on top of my cell, father reached my cell door and with a sick smile said "Enjoying your stay?" he taunted and then called the guards over to open the cell door. I stood tall and proud, I refused to bend to him.

He stepped into the cell and looked at the disgusting floor, he cringed and took one the guards coats and placed it before him, "I must say Ianian, I expected you to be at my feet begging me to take you home" he chuckled "But I suppose you really are a Greyhound." I lunged forward "I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!" I yelled, but my father didn't flinch. "Oh but you are, anyways straight to the point yes?" I pulled my head back and eyed his suspiciously.

"I am here to pick up my newest slave." Father said coldly, with a flick of his wrist 2 guards came in and came near me, I was not going without a fight. I jumped from their grip and lunged toward my father, hands outstretched like they were the claws of a panther. The guards grabbed me by the waist and threw me to the floor, Kicking and clawing the guard knocked me out...not again.

I awoke in the slave chambers of the Greyhounds Estate, the male Khajiit slaves were crowded around me, speaking to another in their native tongue. One of the Females reached through the bars and gently placed a cold cloth on my forehead and said "Do you breathe Dunmer?" I opened my eyes which made the khajiits jump. "Yes" I groggy moan and she helps me sit up. I looked up and realized where I was, I was laying on a bedroll that was positioned up against the bars the divided the males from females.

The hatch to the male slave area opened "Is he awake" The khajiit sighed and said "Yes Master"

"Bring him up, Khajiit." my father's voice made the khajiits flinched, Two males picked me up and pushed me upward onto the main floor, I looked up at my father who was standing over me. Father grabbed the back of my torn shirt and stood me up making me look him in the eye. He said in a cold tone "Listen boy and listen closely, You are a slave now and you work for me. You will get paid the same amount as the other khajiits, You work in the fields far away from the khajiit maids." he hissed "Wouldn't want another incident hmm." I spat in his face and swore at him "You are going to rot in oblivion."

He wiped his eye and punched me in the stomach "Looks like we'll have to beat you in place." Two dunmer servants, opened the hatch door and trew me down into the quarters.

I felt a pair of hands drag me into the only source of light they hand, A male lean over to me and whispered "Is J'skirao coming back?" another voice that came from the other side of the bars said "or Ro'liko?" I bowed my head in shame "No...They were murdered" Faint gasps echoed throughout the quarters.

The male took the only candle and set it next to the bars, where the other slaves gathered around it, I watched in awe. The male then turned to me "I am Dro'Jasik" He motioned me to join the others around the candle. I sat with them and I looked around me. They all had their heads down and were muttering something. I was sitting next to a young male maybe 15 years of age , he leaned over and explained to me what they were doing "We are mourning the loss of our family by saying a khajiits prayer" I nodded and he went back to praying, I lowered my head and began to pray I only knew 2 khajiit prayers that were taught to me by J'skirao. When we finished praying the candle was than handed to me by Dro'Jasik "Set it next to your bedroll, you need it more than us, we have the night eye." I did as told and than looked at Dro'Jasik as if I was looking for instructions "Now you sleep Dunmer, Work starts in early morn" he gestured before returning to him own bedroll. I sat in my bedroll and flicked away the fleas that nipped at me. I closed my eyes and dreamt of good times.

This was just a short chapter, because I really only write when I cannot sleep or have awaken too early. Even though it short I hope you guys like it. A reader asked me about the dark elves and their hair and if they really valued it that much. Well I added that in myself because I thought since dark elves are hard workers they would keep their hair short, since They greyhounds were in a sense Rish they wouldn't have to do any hard work THUS long hair. I guess you kinda get the jest ya? Thanks for reading, please Reveiw.