Chapter 2: They Came

"Kid." a voice echoed through my peaceful slumber.

"Kid!" It rang out a bit louder.

"Five more minutes..." I grumbled in my sleep.

"KID!!!" Shaman's voice jolted me awake.

I sat up so hard I headbutted Shaman square in the face, "Sorry, sir."

"You'd better be." He rubbed his now-crooked nose, "Now my sexy face is uglier than Dagon's foot."

"Captain!" a out of breath recruit barged into the bunk room and said, "The High Elves are coming."

"But weren't they supposed to only be doing a routine inspection during the day?!" Shaman asked.

"They set us up. Get anything valuable and head for the Jerall Mountains!" then the recruit ran back outside where the sounds of battle rang out.

"Get your armor on and meet us in the Hall. We're sending you away." Shaman had the look of pure anger on his face, but he tried to hide it as he spoke.

"Yes, sir." I immediately began getting my leather armor and my ancient Akaviri katana ready.

"Alright kid. Stand in the middle of the cloth. Yeah, the one unburned spot." Shaman directed me.

Esbern pressed a book into my hands, "Take this. Read over it. There's a note in there. Solve the riddle, find the treasure." Then he ran back to the library.

"I hope your sword is stronger than it looks." the armorer glanced at the nicks in the blade.

"It's the Ancient Akaviri General's. It's stronger than a dragon's hide." I boasted.

"Alright. You ready kid?" our resident mage asked,

"Good. Where you want to go?"

In a heartbeat, time stopped. My mind raced, Elsweyr, High Rock, Morrowind, Solstheim, Skyrim, I can go anywhere.

But I only have one choice. One choice that can either make my life easier in the long run, or make it much much harder.

Then I remembered Shaman saying something about Sujama, Flin, and Mazte. Oh gods I want to try some.

"Solstheim." I shoved Esbern's book into my satchel.

"Good luck kid." the mage began to emit a aura of power and the room suddenly blew open with a loud explosion.

High Elves wielding magical swords and legions of elven warriors poured into the training grounds.

"Speed it up Jaree!!" Shaman yelled as he brandished his custom-made Ebony katana.

Suddenly, my vision turned black as I felt my body split into thousands of pieces and begin to reform somewhere else.

I stood alone in the middle of a street, no one I knew was around me. Dust and ash coated the air I breathed. In front of me was a very Morrowind-like building called the Retching Netch.