Gravewalker In Elder Scrolls - Chapter 1 Escape part 1

[Talion’s POV]

I wake up to find myself staring at a dark ceiling, I turn around and I find a child next to me, a boy with short black hair, it seems we are sharing a bed.

I silently get off the bed, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, I fall and stumble down even tough I fell this did not create enough noise to wake the other child.

I begin to notice that my body seems a little bit smaller and when I try to walk with my legs but i’m having a hard time adjusting them, I realised that I’m probably in a body of a small child.

I some how manage to walk, although there were silent creaks when I took even a single step; this was quite annoying if I have to say so.

The room I was in was very dark, not a window or light illuminating this room but I could still make out some details such as: the row of beds lined up in order, I could see shapes of children sleeping on them, small chests and shelves littering the room all wooden, even the room was wooden but it was mixed with stone.

I manage to somehow reach the door, grab the handle even tough I was really small and leaped for the door handle without making a noise, I’m really amazed by this small body for its lightness and strength.

I open the door and walk out and I see; dark corridor cloaked in darkness which could bring about endless horrors in your mind, it could bring about the fear in anyone, the fear of unknown. But I have walked the darkness and have experienced many horrors and unknowns, a dark corridor wouldn’t make me feel terrified at all.

As I start taking a few seconds tough, a bright light was heading towards me, a freezed thinking someone has found me.

I could see a shadow behind the flame, a shadow of a plump woman with a hair tied in a bun, more details were revealed to my eyes such as that she had red hair and wore a white nightgown, she wore an expression that signified that she was not happy with me.

“Martin Mucksworth, what are you doing wandering around at this time, you should have gone to sleep!” She let out an irritated voice.

“bad dream” I simply said, that’s all that’s needed.

“Fine, come with me”

I followed her to a room that looked like a kitchen, she opened a storage cupboard that housed many refreshments, there were glass bottles, flagons, jugs even wine; smell of these refreshments reached my nose, the smell was weird but refreshing, it made my mouth water unknowingly.

The woman reached for the glass bottle that contained a substance white as milk, it was milk. She got a little wooden tankard and filled it with milk.

“Here you go, a tankard full of milk will help ya. Sometimes drinking milk before bed helps with sleeping. They say that milk wards of the influences of Vaermina, the deadric prince of nightmares.”

“Wat deadric prince?” I asked, curiously.

“deadric princes? They are rulers of deadra, deadra you could say are demons, evil bad creatures that want to hurt you. Deadric princes are big baddies with power.”

“WOW!” I said, now I feel like I should start hunting these deadra and fight them, I wonder what demons are like compared to Nazhgul.

“Did you forget to drink your milk little Martin? I was pretty sure I gave you milk just before you slept.”

I was suddenly looking for excuses but decided to not say anything as I can’t remember. I continue drinking the milk for a couple of minutes, it actually tasted pretty good despite not drinking anything for decades.

“Not saying anything? What am I gonna do with you…Anyway, come on you have to go to sleep now otherwise Vaermina will get you!” See was trying to scare me jokingly into sleeping, I played along and pretended to shudder at the sound of the demon’s name.

I go to sleep now.

[Talion POV End]

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Two years have passed and now Talion or should I say Martin Mucksworth, is five years old.

Martin had dark brown hair that were the colour of tree trunks and blue eyes that were as blue as thees with power.”

“WOW!” I said, now I feel like I should start hunting these deadra and fight them, I wonder what demons are like compared to Nazhgul.

“Did you forget to drink your milk little Martin? I was pretty sure I gave you milk just before you slept.”

I was suddenly looking for excuses but decided to not say anything as I can’t remember. I continue drinking the milk for a couple of minutes, it actually tasted pretty good despite not drinking anything for decades.

“Not saying anything? What am I gonna do with you…Anyway, come on you have to go to sleep now otherwise Vaermina will get you!” See was trying to scare me jokingly into sleeping, I played along and pretended to shudder at the sound of the demon’s name.

I go to sleep now.

[Talion POV End]

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Two years have passed and now Talion or should I say Martin Mucksworth, is five years old.

Martin had dark brown hair that were the colour of tree trunks and blue eyes that were as blue as the sea, he was a pretty boy and would sson grow up to be a stunner.

Martin was raised in the Shilly Orphange in Bruma, a city located in Cyrodiil. Bruma was a cold place, snowy. Martin or Talion was getting used to this cold weather, he was getting used to being a child, having children as friends. Talion had to trick the people around him so that they believe he is a child and when they drop their guard, he will escape. But so far, he notices a few unknown people glancing, spying on him when he’s wandering the streets. He guessed it was something to do with his parents as they are the ones that could cause such trouble.

He asked the lady if she knew anything about his parents but all she said was that his father was a farmer, which Talion didn’t believe or chose to not to believe as he could faintly smell conspiracy.

During those two years Talion would try to get used to his body, he would run everyday, do physicall exercises and fight other kids so that he could get used to this weak child fleshed body.

Right now Talion was sitting down on a stone bench that was close to the chapel, he was reading a book called ‘Night of Tears’, a very interesting tale of how the Nords wiped out those elves in the story.

“Martin! Hey Martin!” A small Nord child his age was calling out to him.

“What is it, Gracias, can’t you see I’m reading a book, I can’t play right now.” said an irritated Talion.

“Martin. Lady Sheila is calling you, she said something about chores.”

Gracias had blonde hair and brown eyes.

” Fine…I’ll go. Thanks Gracias.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gracias was one of the kids that grew up with him in the orphanage, he’s the one with the loudest mouth out of the group of ‘friends’ he made. Although Talion was annoyed by him most of the times, he actually liked the kid as it reminded him of his past self when he was a little child who had all the time and care in the world, always being a cheeky curious bugger.

Sheila was thesea, he was a pretty boy and would sson grow up to be a stunner.

Martin was raised in the Shilly Orphange in Bruma, a city located in Cyrodiil. Bruma was a cold place, snowy. Martin or Talion was getting used to this cold weather, he was getting used to being a child, having children as friends. Talion had to trick the people around him so that they believe he is a child and when they drop their guard, he will escape. But so far, he notices a few unknown people glancing, spying on him when he’s wandering the streets. He guessed it was something to do with his parents as they are the ones that could cause such trouble.

He asked the lady if she knew anything about his parents but all she said was that his father was a farmer, which Talion didn’t believe or chose to not to believe as he could faintly smell conspiracy.

During those two years Talion would try to get used to his body, he would run everyday, do physicall exercises and fight other kids so that he could get used to this weak child fleshed body.

Right now Talion was sitting down on a stone bench that was close to the chapel, he was reading a book called ‘Night of Tears’, a very interesting tale of how the Nords wiped out those elves in the story.

“Martin! Hey Martin!” A small Nord child his age was calling out to him.

“What is it, Gracias, can’t you see I’m reading a book, I can’t play right now.” said an irritated Talion.

“Martin. Lady Sheila is calling you, she said something about chores.”

Gracias had blonde hair and brown eyes.

” Fine…I’ll go. Thanks Gracias.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gracias was one of the kids that grew up with him in the orphanage, he’s the one with the loudest mouth out of the group of ‘friends’ he made. Although Talion was annoyed by him most of the times, he actually liked the kid as it reminded him of his past self when he was a little child who had all the time and care in the world, always being a cheeky curious bugger.

Sheila was the lady that worked in the Shilly orphanage, she was the one that gave him some milk during that one time. Everyday before sleeping, he would go and ask Sheila for some milk, it wasn’t about the milk but that whilst he drinks he could receive information about the world from Sheila as he would be able to ask her about stories and myths.

Talion came to a conclusion that he wasn’t in Arda but in a world called Nirn.

As Talion was heading towards the Shilly orphanage, he noticed that today he wasn’t being spyed on by those mysterious men. ‘Now’s my chance, today is the day I escape from Bruma and the Shilly Orphanage’