Peace never seems to last long enough in the Shivering Isles. After three khajiiti boys find their village overrun by an unrecognized species of daedra, they attempt to make their escapes. But will their attempts succeed? Follow their adventure as they learn new spells, and discover unexpected friends and threatening enemies, all while taking you through the most memorable parts of Tamriel along the way.
A story taking place in the Elder Scrolls universe, filled with tense and emotional character interactions, exhilarating and immersive combat scenes, and a multitude of familiar appearances from characters of the Elder Scrolls games.NOTE:
I do not own the Elder Scrolls franchise. I own my original characters in this story.WARNING:
Descriptive violence, death, blood
^ Art by Synubus on Twitter/Instagram ^
Dexpa (Main Character):
Born: 1E 2899
Appearance: White fur, black stripes
Spells: Destruction, Mysticism, (???)
Born: 1E 2897
Appearance: Grey fur, black stripes
Weapons: One-handed sword
Spells: Destruction, Alteration
Specialty: Sword/Fire, (???)/Fire
Mo’nazar (Best Friend):
Born: 1E 2899
Appearance: Leopard pattern fur
Spells: Destruction, Mysticism, (???)
Specialty: (???), (???)
Born: 1E 2861
Appearance: Black fur
Weapons: Two-handed sword
Born: 1E 2860
Appearance: White fur, black stripes
Spells: Restoration, Alteration
Specialty: Healing Magic
Ra’zita (Younger sister of best friend):
Born: 1E 2908
Appearance: Leopard pattern fur
A flash of lightning shook the waters of the swamp followed by the scream of a baliwog, quickly silenced by a wet slash.
The three boys were out doing their usual adventuring, slaying the creatures of the swamp bordering their village. The swamp was as repulsive as ever and shrouded in a thick fog, but this only made exploring it even more exciting for them. They lived in the Shivering Isles, a realm belonging to the Daedric Prince Sheogorath. Their village rested in the northern half of the island known as the Mania region.
Dexpa, a young, shy khajiit mage was just beginning to learn about how to use Mysticism spells thanks to his best friend Mo’nazar, another khajiit mage who showed him some of what he knew. And in exchange he was able to teach Mo’nazar what he knew of shock spells. They were born on the same day making them both the same age, 17. The spell books lying around Mo’nazars house taught them most of the spells that they knew. They also both wore the same grey mage robes tailored by Dexpa’s father.
Dexpa’s brother Jo’navir, being two years older than him, was an experienced battle mage who was already adept at both fire magic and a one-handed sword. As such, he took on the role of leader in their little adventuring group. He wanted to be strong to protect everyone in the village, but most of all to protect his younger brother, Dexpa. He wore steel armor and wielded a steel sword, (both crafted by his father) to support his role as battlemage of the group of boys.
Jo’navir sheathed his sword and picked up the dead baliwog, leaving its severed head behind.
“Let’s get going,” Jo’navir beckoned the others.
“That was awesome!” Dexpa shouted jumping up and down, making splashes in the swamp water.
“Neither of you even break a sweat,” Mo’nazar said admiringly.
Jo’navir took the complement and started heading back to the village beckoning the others to follow. “Mother and father are waiting. Come on already.”
They treaded back through the swamp until they reached the village and saw Ko’zura waiting outside of her front door. Dexpa and Jo’navir walked in, as Mo’nazar gave their mother a begging look.
“Of course, Mo’nazar. You’re always welcome in our home,” she said with a motherly smile.
The boy threw his fist in the air out of joy, then preceded to follow the others inside.
Za’vanir, the father of the two khajiit brothers was sitting inside the kitchen, eagerly awaiting to see what his sons were able to catch in the swamp.
Making their way into the kitchen, Jo’navir handed the baliwog over to his younger brother to share the glory. “Show it to him,” he said.
Dexpa’s eyes beamed with excitement as he proceeded to show his catch to his father.
“That’s my boy! Look at the size of this one!” Za’vanir shouted, giving Dexpa a congratulating pat on the back. Dexpa’s ears perked up as a cheerful smile took over his face. Jo’navir smiled contently in his direction.
Ko’zura entered the kitchen. “We’re so proud of you boys. Being able to hunt on your own now. You’ve all grown to be very capable warriors,” she said looking at the three of them equally.
Ko’zura was a passionate mother, bent on protecting her children with her restoration and alteration magic. She always wore her Amulet of Mara to show her loyalty to her husband and dedication to restoration magic. She knew plenty of healing spells, which she used to use all the time to heal the boys after their adventures. But recently, she didn’t have to worry about using them on the cubs as much as she used to. She would often read the boys stories about the daedra of Oblivion, as well as tales about the Daedric Lords (including the Mad God Sheogorath). She would warn them of dangerous places to avoid, such as the Fringe, which sat on the western part of the Shivering Isles separate from the Mania and Dementia regions. She wore a golden priest-like robe to signify her loyalty to restoration magic.
Za’vanir, the father of the two khajiit brothers was an incredibly powerful swordsman who always kept a close watch on the boys during their adventures, even if they didn’t know it. Luckily, he hasn’t had to get too involved, since they were now at an age where they could fight on their own. He wore steel armor just like his son Jo’navir, and wielded a steel greatsword. He acted as the blacksmith for the village people, crafting their armor and weapons when they needed it.
A polite knock came from the front door, one which Ko’zura quickly answered, letting in the surprise guest.
“Boo!” yelled a young khajiit girl jumping out from the door the second it opened.
It was Mo’nazar’s little sister, Ra’zita. While only 8 years old right now, she was a clever girl who had a strong passion for the flora of the Shivering Isles. She was especially fond of the red kelp found in the swamp, which she often wore in her hair. She was too young to be out exploring with the boys, so her parents limited her exploring the border of the swamp. There were still plenty of mushrooms and ingredients to gather there. She was already becoming an excellent alchemist, thanks to the books her parents had for her in their house.
“Oh no!” Ko’zura yelled, jumping back making her amulet shake side to side as she played along. She gave a sigh of relief putting a hand on her chest. “You scared me little one.” She opened the door wide allowing Ra’zita inside. The little girl came in, hugged Ko’zura’s leg and began swaying back and forth with a grin, then proceeded to join the boys inside. Za’vanir cooked up the baliwog meat and prepared it for everyone, and then the six of them sat at the dinner table and dug into the hearty meal together.
Unfortunately for the boys (but luckily for their parents) the swamplands were mostly uneventful, despite being vast and filled with a seemingly infinite number of paths to explore. They would usually only come across one monster at a time on their adventures, but even for the boys, that was enough adventure to keep them busy for the years to come.1E 2920
Though nobody was aware of it, a new era was approaching. The atmosphere of the swamps began to change slowly. There were earthquakes, which became more prevalent and continued to increase in strength as the days went by. The swamp wasn’t as quiet at it used to be either. The monsters living there started acting more aggressively than usual, attacking the boys on their explorations more often than they normally would.
It was the last day of the Evening Star, and to conclude the year, the boys wanted to finally explore some ruins they’ve had their eyes on for a while located somewhere deep in the swamp.
Meanwhile, Ko’zura was now bed-ridden with Swamp Fever. She laid in bed with Za’vanir sitting by her side as the three boys entered the room. On the desk next to her sat some herbs.
Za’vanir explained, “Ra’zita brought those for your mother. She’s a very caring young girl.” He smiled at Ko’zura. “I’m sorry she couldn’t stick around to say hello to you boys. She left in a hurry saying something about her parents wanting to make her stronger.” His face began to look concerned. “It was a little worrying to hear, seeing as she’s only twelve.”
Ko’zura interrupted with a sincere look, “Her parents have always been a little distant, but I’m sure they’re doing it to protect her in the future.” She paused and continued to another subject. “As for you boys,” she said in a weak voice turning to Jo’navir, “I heard about your little adventure. Those ruins are off limits.”
“What!?” Jo’navir yelled. “We’ve been looking forward to this forever!”
Ko’zura continued, “No, Jo’navir. Besides, if one of you gets hurt, I won’t be able to heal you in my condition.”
“No one is going to get hurt! I promise I’ll be able to protect them, please mother!” Jo’navir begged.
Ko’zura put on a serious tone. “My word is final.”
Jo’navir scowled, breaking eye contact with his mother and marching out of the room. Ko’zura sighed and began resting her eyes, while Dexpa and Mo’nazar nervously followed Jo’navir out of the room.
The boys left the house wondering what to do now, but they could see Jo’navir had already made up his mind.
“We’re going,” he said walking out into the swamp.
“But she said…” Dexpa started to say.
Jo’navir interrupted. “She’s sick. She probably doesn’t know what she’s saying Dexpa,” he claimed, stepping towards his brother behind him, looking directly at him. “We’ll be fine. We always have been.”
Dexpa trusted his Jo’navir’s confidence, remembering he’s never let him down before. He nodded and looked towards Mo’nazar who gave the same gesture back, bringing the three of them to an agreement. They would proceed into the swamp.
The swamp was a foggy maze, with paths spreading out in every direction, tangled with lively vines, and loaded with red kelp where the water was shallow. The water was a tainted green, with an occasional splotch of baliwog feces floating on top. After treading the swamp for a few minutes, they came to their destination.
Facing the entrance to the ruins, they saw broken stone walls covered in moss and vines, and a cloud of fog that was thicker than the other parts of the swamp. In the middle of it all sat a large stone door hidden behind some vines which the boys promptly took care of with their hands and teeth.
“Step back,” Jo’navir said to the other boys, as he stood in front of the door, clenching his fist, and casting the alteration spell stone flesh. His hand began to visibly resemble a rock as he preceded to punch the stone doors repeatedly until it finally collapsed with a huge thud. There was no fun in trying to open it normally.
“Nice!” Dexpa yelled admiring his brother’s power.
Inside, there were several mossy stone doors and rooms, but the one that appeared to be the most interesting to the boys was the one straight ahead that was glowing purple through the cracks in its walls.
Mo’nazar cast the spell detect pulse to check for monsters nearby but saw none. “We’re alone,” Mo’nazar added with a sigh of relief.
“Really?” Dexpa questioned looking around. “You’d expect a few swamp monsters or something to be hiding in a place like this. Maybe even some undead. Why is it so quiet in here?”
“I don’t know,” Mo’nazar replied.
Suddenly, the purple glow from the room began to flicker. Concerned, the boys approached the door until they could partly see inside through the cracks in the wall. Jo’navir lifted his fist to cast an alteration spell again, but Dexpa pushed his hand down, lifting his own arm instead.
“I’ve got this one,” he said as he pointed his hand at a broken part of the wall and cast the spell telekinesis. Out of the crack came a key floating towards Dexpa which he grabbed out of the air with a smirk and put into the door slot. The door began to creak open as Dexpa pushed open one side and Jo’navir pushed the other, slowly revealing the source of the purple glow.
Standing only several feet in front of the boys sat a silver crystal several times their size floating above a purple light, which sat on top of another bed of crystals.
The moment the boys took a step into the room, it began to flash again, and something started to come out of it. A leg starting to make its way out of the portal quickly followed by the rest. It had the appearance of a knight but was made of the same silver material as the crystal it came out of.
It began walking towards the boys slowly, raising its sword in the air. They could tell right away that it was not friendly.
In a panic, Jo’navir threw a fireball at the creature, but it raised its other hand and blocked the attack, barely pushing it backwards and leaving a small burn mark in its palm. It continued to approach Jo’navir preparing to swing its sword at him. Jo’navir stood in shock and embarrassment at how weak his spell was against this creature, leaving him wide open to its attack.
Suddenly, another body came from behind the boys, swiftly shoving Jo’navir aside and blocking the swing with a shining steel greatsword.
“Za’vanir?” Mo’nazar said.
“Stand back boys, let me handle this!” Za’vanir said as his weapon clashed with the sword of the crystal knight. He quickly overwhelmed the creature pushing it back with his greatsword making it trip to the floor. He stepped over the creature, now laying on its back, and thrust his greatsword into its chest. Its limbs fell flat, and its entire body stopped moving.
He turned around to the boys and began to scold them. “What were you thinking!? This is exactly why your mother told you to stay in the village! If I didn’t get here when I did, you’d be in pieces on the floor,” he yelled pointing to the crystal knight lying dead behind him.
“We’re capable of taking care of ourselves!” Jo’navir argued back. “You let us go out into the swamp all the time, what makes this place any different?”
“What do you think?” Za’vanir questioned back gesturing at the portal. He sighed and continued, “Look, let’s just head back to the village. We can discuss this when we get back okay?”
Dexpa and Mo’nazar felt guilty, nodding their heads in agreement with Za’vanir, while Jo’navir looked away annoyed.
“Whatever,” Jo’navir said.
Za’vanir brought on a relieved smile, ready to head back.
But the moment he started to walk forward; the portal began to flash again. And before Za’vanir even had time to turn around to see what it was, a silver sword was plunged through his chest, spraying blood on the boys who stood on the other side of it. Za’vanir stood there, unable to speak or move. His eyes laid wide open while blood began to escape out of his mouth, dripping onto the ground below. He fell to the floor flinging his greatsword to Jo’navir’s feet. While his body fell, it revealed a new crystal knight behind where he stood, lifting its last leg out of the portal. As Za’vanir’s body reached the floor, the creature used his weight to pull its sword free.
Dexpa and Mo’nazar were speechless and terrified, but Jo’navir glared at the creature with fury in his eyes. “No!!!” he screamed.
He dashed straight for the monster, sword in one hand and the other preparing a fireball spell. As the ball of flame shot out, the crystal enemy raised a hand to its face to block the attack, allowing Jo’navir the opportunity to follow up with a successful slash through its neck. Its head landed on the ground along with Jo’navir’s steel sword.
Quick to act, Jo’navir kneeled next to his father holding his head in his hands. He shook his head screaming, “Wake up! Wake up! Please!” as tears rolled out of his eyes and onto his father’s body.
Dexpa soon joined him leaning over his father’s corpse looking for signs of a reaction, but his father’s face sat empty and expressionless, looking ahead at nothing. Dexpa couldn’t build the strength to say anything. The tightness of his chest was too extreme, and tears began rushing out of his eyes too as he tried to comprehend the reality of this situation.
Mo’nazar also stood in horror behind the two brothers but came to his senses first. “We need to go. Now! More of those things are probably about to come out. We don’t have any time to sit here!”
Out of nowhere, a violent earthquake shook the ruins, breaking several of its ancient walls apart, and sending dust flying in every direction.
After the quake silenced, the boys could hear screaming coming from the village, which finally snapped Jo’navir and Dexpa out of it. They wiped their tears, got up, and ran back to the entrance with Mo’nazar. Arriving at the door they came in from, they saw rubble now blocking their path likely due to the earthquake.
They all began looking around for another escape route. Soon, Dexpa called out “Look up!” as they all looked at the ceiling, seeing a hole big enough for the three of them to fit through. “Hold onto me,” Dexpa commanded as he cast the spell levitate taking them out of there. Luckily, the hole was at just the right height for Dexpa to barely get them over and into the swamps again.
They treaded back through the swamp until they could see the village again, but when they got there, it was in terrible shape.
“No…no no no no,” Jo’navir mumbled beginning to panic as he observed the damage.
Another crystal obelisk sat in the center of the village with crystal knights flooding out of it. The homes of the village were coated in sparks and smashed to the ground floor; wood scraps scattered across the mud along the village streets.
Suddenly, a holy white light came out of the second floor of the house where Ko’zura was resting, immediately followed by a huge explosion which shook the ground generating waves in the swamp water.
Mo’nazar looked to the other side of the village where his house sat, but his legs were beginning to shake. It’s as if his body was refusing to leave the swamp and witness something he doesn’t want to see.
Dexpa and Jo’navir, on the other hand went straight to their own house to find their mother. There were crystal knights dead on the floor and signs of shock magic coating the walls.
The boys could hear footsteps coming from the kitchen. Jo’navir stood himself in front of his brother. “I’ll take care of whatever is in there. Go check on mother upstairs,” he demanded.
Dexpa listened, dashing up the stairs heading straight to Ko’zura’s room where she was recovering from her sickness. He barged through the door frame but froze in place after seeing the inside. “Mother…” he whispered to himself taking in the sight.
In front of him sat his mother’s body lying on the left side of the room covered in deadly lightning, while the right side of the room was coated in holy white flames. Her body was almost unrecognizable; a black silhouette of what she used to look like, with her amulet of Mara resting in her hand.
On the other side of the room laid an even more unrecognizable site, but whatever it was, it was burned to a crisp. Dexpa hesitantly walked up to his mother’s corpse to get a closer look. He looked in her eyes for signs of life, but there were no eyes left in her sockets. Dexpa shook in place as he turned towards the right side of the room to try to understand what was going on.
On the other corpse sat a silver mask with a red glow, along with a golden staff in the shape of a dragon’s head. Dexpa walked over, picked them up and stared at them trying to put two-and-two together, but he was left even more confused.
Suddenly, Dexpa could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and making their way to the room. A silver hand creeped around the opening of the door frame, soon revealing a damaged crystal knight. Dexpa stepped back, tripping over his mother’s desecrated body, falling backwards and dropping the mask and staff. The knight took its first step towards him but was instantly sent flying down the hallway with an unexpected fireball.
“Dexpa!” Jo’navir called from the hallway barging through the doorway. He paused for a second, now seeing the scene which Dexpa had already witnessed. “We were too late,” Jo’navir said running out of breath.
“Come on!” he said grabbing Dexpa by the shoulders and giving him a shake to bring him back to reality.
Dexpa quickly came to, reaching to the ground, picking up the staff and the mask once again, and attaching it to his robes.
“There’s no time for that, let’s go!” Jo’navir repeated, pulling his brother away from the scene. They darted down the stairs and out the front door back into the chaos outside.
“Where’s Mo’nazar?” Dexpa asked his brother in a fearful voice.
Jo’navir scouted the area, but it was tough to see past the hordes of crystal knights. “His house!” he said running towards Mo’nazar’s house on the other side. The door was already sitting outside in pieces on the floor, leaving black marks of shock magic lining the frame where it once stood.
Jo’navir and Dexpa went inside, only to find Mo’nazar kneeling over his parents, (or what was left of them). The mother’s body sat propped up against the furthest wall from the door; desecrated the same way Ko’zura’s was. While, the father’s laid next to her as another burnt corpse. His hand was holding onto a strange amulet with a green skull. There were still traces of sparks lining the walls, and many of the books on the bookshelves were disintegrated.
Dexpa came over to Mo’nazar placing a hand on his shoulder and kneeling next to him. “I’m sorry Mo’nazar.”
Mo’nazar said nothing back. He was truly traumatized at the sight.
Jo’navir’s first thought was to secure the house, so he proceeded past the corpses and to a hatch on the floor in the corner of the room. It was blasted open the same way the front door was, leaving black markings on the rim.
Curious, Jo’navir jumped down the hatch to see what was inside and saw something horrid. Blood covered the stone walls and the floor, and in the center of the room was a daedric summoning circle. He also noticed a bunch of dark purple crystal gems laying around along with a bookshelf full of strange spell books. “What the…” Jo’navir whispered to himself trying to put the pieces together, but he didn’t have a lot of time to do so.
“Jo’navir!” Dexpa anxiously called from the other room.
Reacting to his brother’s shout, Jo’navir climbed out of the hatch and came back to the two of them.
“They’re close, I can hear them,” Dexpa added.
They could hear footsteps coming from outside getting louder and louder. Without a second thought, Jo’navir grabbed Dexpa and ran for the door, signaling Mo’nazar to follow. “Come on!”
As they stepped out the front door, Jo’navir and Dexpa began searching for an escape route, but looking back into the house, they saw Mo’nazar still sitting over his mother’s body.
“Mo’nazar! What are you doing!?” Jo’navir yelled at him. He came back over to Mo’nazar and tugged on his arm, desperately pleading that they leave together, but his body wouldn’t budge. Mo’nazar’s face sat in shock and his jaw wide open, trying to look for a reaction in his mother’s lifeless body, as tears ran from his eyes spilling out onto her corpse. Dexpa ran inside, trying to help him pull Mo’nazar along, but he wasn’t able to move him either.
“Please Mo’nazar! We have to get out of here now, come on!” Dexpa screamed.
Hearing footsteps now shuffling right outside the door, Jo’navir was pushed to a rash decision. “Fine! If you’d rather stay behind and perish, who am I to stop you huh!? Let’s go Dexpa.” He let go of Mo’nazar and began tugging Dexpa away once again, pulling him apart from Mo’nazar.
Dexpa, now being forced out the front door, called out “No we can still save him! Let go of me!” he screamed struggling to get out of his brothers grip.
But Jo’navir did not let go. He held on even tighter to his brother’s arm, as they made it out the front door passing dangerously close to the crystal knights.
“Mo’nazar!!!” Dexpa yelled out again. His attempts to reach out were hopeless.
Before he knew it, Dexpa and his brother were hundreds of feet away from the village, and all they could see looking back was a swarm of shining silver marching over ashes and mud.
The brothers continued as far west as they could go on the Isles, giving Dexpa some time to regain his senses. They found themselves at a giant stone wall with an entrance to a long dark hallway. It was the entrance to the Fringe. They wanted to obey their mother’s words and stay away from the place, but right now they had no choice.
The brothers looked at each other worried, but soon found the courage to continue forward blindly through the hallway. Eventually, they came out into a large stone plaza. After taking a couple steps forward they were met again with another earthquake almost tripping them over. As they recovered from the violent shaking, they noticed a massive creature sitting in the corner on the plaza.
It sat at twice their height and was bleeding from several parts of its fleshy body. It had patches of ripped leopard fur across it’s back and a bundle of red kelp leaves sticking out of the cracks in its head. It was an abomination. But to their luck, it didn’t notice the boys, as it was too busy whimpering in the corner.
Jo’navir raised his finger to his lips hinting for Dexpa to be silent, which he quickly understood. They snuck past the monster, eyeing it closely as they kept on their path towards whatever else was on this part of the island.
Once they got past it, they spotted an open field flourishing with beautiful fungal plant life. They went out into the middle of the field of mushrooms and spotted a man in the distance.
“I see someone,” Dexpa said pointing Jo’navir towards a man only a short walk away, dressed in butler attire.
“Approach cautiously,” Jo’navir added signaling his brother to follow his lead.
Once they were within talking distance of the butler, Jo’navir asked, “Who are you?”
“Can you help us?” Dexpa added.
“Hello boys. My name is Haskill. I am the Chamerlain of the Mad God.” He looked at them with a strange stare that was both polite and annoyed.
“Sheogorath!?” Dexpa inquired.
“That is correct,” Haskill said. “It appears you are familiar with my lord. How lucky for you.” His eyes retained a bored look to match the sarcastic tone of his voice.
The boys began to look visibly uncomfortable. They had heard about Sheogorath in their mother’s stories, though they weren’t exactly nice ones. They were entertaining at best.
A flash came from beside Haskill forcing the boys to cover their eyes. When the flash faded, another man appeared on the scene in colorful attire. It was the legendary Mad God himself, Sheogorath.
“Did someone say my name!?” he said.
Haskill sighed, “Welcome back sir.”
“Hello Haskill! I have missed you so much,” Sheogorath said.
“It’s only been a few minutes sir. A pleasure to see you again,” he sighed again, “As always.”
“Ah lovely. And who are these two boys,” Sheogorath asked.
“We’re looking for a way off this island, please!” Dexpa begged.
“And miss out on all the fun!?” Sheogorath jested. “The Greymarch is just getting started, why not stick around?”
The boys had no idea what that was, but they assumed it had something to do with the crystal knights invading their village.
Jo’navir contributed to the begging, desperately trying to find a way out for him and his brother. Knowing what the Mad God would want, he said “We’ll do anything! Just help us.”
Sheogorath rubbed his chin deep in thought. “Well, there is something that’s been on my mind for a while. I’ve been holding on to something with incredible untold power, but to use it would be a gamble.”
He pulled a scroll out of thin air and showed it to the boys. It was a large gold-plated scroll with a lightning bolt engraved on the seal in the center.
Sheogorath continued his explanation. “This scroll could be your ticket off the island. I still don’t understand what the lightning bolt on it means, but perhaps it has something to do with shock magic. Either way,” he looked disgusted with the scroll holding it out with only two fingers, dangling it away from his face, “I’m not opening this thing. I hear it can really mess with your senses if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink preparing to drop the scroll into Dexpa’s hands.
Jo’navir looked worried as the scroll made its way towards Dexpa. He knew after hearing Sheogorath mention shock magic that Dexpa would be the one to try using the scroll, but it was too risky.
Dexpa reached his hand out to take the scroll, but Jo’navir stood between the two of them, pausing the exchange.
“We’ll find another way,” Jo’navir said hesitantly.
“Oh really, and what will that be?” Sheogorath questioned with an eyebrow raised.
“We’ll swim,” Jo’navir replied.
“The slaughter fish would love that,” Sheogorath added.
“Then we’ll make a boat,” Jo’navir remarked, clearly showing his desperation.
Sheogorath laughed at his proposition hysterically. “With what time!?” he joked, pointing towards the plaza behind them.
Out of the dark hallways came a horde of crystal knights making their way towards the boys standing in front of their view of the abomination.
“It would appear you have none left,” Sheogorath said. His smirk transformed into a frown. “And frankly, neither do I. Make your choice now before I take it away. I’m getting bored.”
Jo’navir started urgently looking around the island for another way out, but the younger khajiit grabbed his shirt and tugged on it, snapping him out of it.
Dexpa looked at his brother in the eyes with intense confidence and said, “I can do this.”
Jo’navir stared back for several seconds, finally giving in to his determination. “Okay,” he sighed, feeling defeated.
Dexpa reached forward once again and took the scroll out of the Mad God’s hands. He began to open it up, which made him feel slightly dizzy. Soon his heart rate began to rise exponentially. But he continued to unravel the scroll, slowly revealing its blinding light and symbols that he couldn’t make sense of. He attempted to look away from the scroll, bur it felt like his eyes were now glued to it.
Jo’navir, realizing Dexpa was in trouble, asked the Mad God, “What’s going on?” He grabbed onto his brother and the scroll trying to separate the two of them but had no luck. “Dexpa! Let go of the scroll!” He screamed continuing his attempt to pull his brother away from it.
The Mad God was watching intently, trying to analyze what was happening.
Dexpa was beginning to feel mesmerized by the scroll after embracing its power. Sparks of lightning started shooting out of his hands and into the scroll making it glow even brighter than before. And then suddenly, Dexpa was teleported away in a white flash, followed by Jo’navir in another.
There was silence as Sheogorath stood with Haskill by his side observing the place where the two brothers vanished. The scroll sat on the ground in their place now sealed. “Well, that doesn’t tell me anything. No matter. We will find a use for this scroll someday,” Sheogorath declared.
He looked back towards the plaza again seeing the crystal knights continuing their approach towards him and his Chamberlain.
He handed the scroll to Haskill. “Hold onto this for me dear friend. I believe it is my time,” Sheogorath said with a smile that hid loneliness behind it.
Haskill, taking the scroll in hand replied sincerely, “I will protect it with my life, sir. Until we meet again.”
Coming up next is Chapter 1, which follows the story of Dexpa after using the Elder Scroll. For those of you that have played Elder Scrolls Online, you will most likely recognize the setting and events that occur.
There will be 3 main chapters, each revolving around a single important character of mine, and then 1 final chapter pulling everything together. I plan on publishing each chapter once a week on Tuesdays. They're all written out already, but in need of grammatical touch-ups, so I'll be doing that as the weeks come.
Also I apologize for the chapter lengths. Chapter 1 will be a bit over 15,000 words long (triple the length of the prologue), while chapters 2-4 range from 9,000-12,000. I did this because I was telling one story at a time and wanted the chapters to separate when I was switching characters. Please feel free to give feedback or suggestions of any kind, (including on the subject of length and separation of chapters).
I hope you'll stick around to see the rest of my story come together. Thank you so much for reading!!!