Hey everyone I haven't been on this site for awhile but I'm back. I'm going to write a few short stories about a Wood Elf named Thaer. I got the inspiration to come back onto this site after I made a Wood Elf character by the name of Thaer. In these stories Thaer will be forced to follow paths he would never thought of taking before, and the ultimate decision. I hope you like this story! Feel free to comment, any criticism is appreciated!
It was nighttime. I stared through the bushes, not daring to move a muscle. The frosty air of Skyrim was getting to me after awhile, but I knew I couldn't move. I had been waiting, and watching, like this for hours not once thinking about food, drink, or sleep. I had an arrow knocked on my bow, ready to release at the precise moment. I heard steps. I pulled my bowstring back slightly, getting ready to shoot. The steps echoed through the night. I slowed my breathing and with a swift motion, I stood up pulled my string all the way back, and fired. A blood chilling cry rang out. When I realized I missed the kill shot I quickly shot another arrow at my target. The screams stopped. I emerged from the bushes, dizzy and tired from the long hours of waiting. I looked down at the target, and I fell silent. My eyes started to tear up. I fell to my knees and let out a scream. I threw my bow down and sobbed. I was looking at my brother.
My own brother, Eradra, the only friend I had throughout my entire childhood. We were out hunting together. I slowly put my hand on his forehead and spoke to him the words that only he and I would know.
"Fracno gnok brethon mie juy rict ahn pnackt".
The words were from a language we created for ourselves when we were just children. We made a book full of the words and everything.The words meant "Farewell good brother, may you rest in peace". I found a large branch and started to dig into the ground with it, like a shovel. After about an hour of digging a good enough hole I lay his body in it, and set his bow and quiver on top of him, but not before removing the arrows in his chest. I put all the dirt back onto the rudimentary grave and started off towards my small cabin near the town of Helgen. I encountered nothing on my way home. When I entered my house I instantly collapsed onto my bed, and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I heard a knock on my door. I got up, but slowly. I opened the door and I saw my good friend Faendal.
"Faendal what are you doing out here. I thought you were in Riverwood".
"I was, until I heard about an execution, with Ulfric Stormcloak as the main event".
This surprised me. Ulfric Stormclock, leader of the rebellion, captured by Imperials and is now awaiting execution.
"He can rot in Oblivion for all I care, the bloody racist", I told Faendal.
"Aye sera, but come with me Thaer, it will be fun!".
I quickly explained last nights events to him and told him why I didn't want to go, even if Ulfric Stormcloak was to be executed.
"I am sorry for your loss Thaer, your brother was a good elf, but going to this execution will cheer you up!".
He has a point, I thought to myself.
"Alright I'll go, but it better be fun", I warned him.
"I'll make sure of it! Hey, and maybe after we can go grab some mead from the tavern!".
We laughed and started off toward to Helgen.
When we got to Helgen the execution was already starting. The priestess of Arkay was giving them their rites but was rudely interrupted by a Stormcloak solider. They immediately executed him. The next person's name was called, but before they could execute him he ran off. He was quickly killed by two archers. As the next person was about to get it's head cut off I saw a dark figure in the distance. I heard someone yell and my heart skipped a beat. I froze in terror as the figure came closer into view. Someone yelled out what I was thinking.
"DRAGON!!!".
This concludes the first story about Thaer the Wood Elf. More coming soon!!!
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