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I was shocked...Simply shocked.

 

Out of all the things that have gone wrong while I was struggling inside that accursed gate, this was perhaps the worst encounter of them all. To find my clan members witness my departure from Oblivion, and even worse, with a Sigil stone in my hand, must of have made me look like a heretic to them. Breaking the rules, wandering into the night without consent, directly over passing Orgith’s wishes...None of these things mattered, not anymore, not compared to what must have been cooking in their minds.

 

“Orgith…I…you…this isn’t what it looks like!” What a pathetic lie, of course it was what it looked like.

 

“Not another word Yori…” My eyes flashed; did he just speak in a complete sentence?

 

But that was a sign of…

 

Intelligence…

 

“You know, out of all the disappointments you have caused me and this clan, this is perhaps the most circumventing action you have committed yet.” Circumventing? Where in Azura’s name did he learn that word?

 

“To think that I was actually beginning to like you, that perhaps you weren’t as worthless as your father…maybe…to become even one with you at my side, under my wind against the world, against the humans. But I can see as clear as daylight now, that I was wrong all along.” He liked me, he remembered my father? What the hell was going on here?

 

Was I dreaming?

 

Did I hit my head?

 

Or was this real?

 

Couldn’t be…It had to be a trick, a ruse of some sort…

 

But it didn’t feel like a dream, it felt like I was under control of my own actions like reality. Then again, I could be under some form of hypnosis, or mind alteration. But for what reason?

 

“Orgith…” I repeated as I advanced tentatively, keeping my eye on every single member, in every possible direction, “What’s happened to you? Why…how are you speaking like this?”

 

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be asking me questions Yori.”

 

“See! That, how did you do that?” Orgith looked to the other members as if perturbed,

 

“Whatever do you mean?” I could tell by his voice that he was bluffing; he knew how he had acquired this sudden gift of intelligence. This was no accident…He knew…

 

“This isn’t liars bluff! Tell me how you know all these words and grammar usage, how you can understand my every word? What did you use; magic, a form of therapy?”

 

“How am I-“

 

“NOW!” Everything grew quiet, the environment still; it seemed even the wind was holding its breath.

 

For the longest time, we waited for someone to speak their mind, or for a contingent mistake that would spark an attack. But no one did, none of us made a sound or movement of any kind. The only things in motion were our minds, our beating drums, and the whistle of Akatosh’s kingdom. The pressure of paranoia was palpable as we continued to stare across the field with the Imperial City in the distance, building up tensions in utter silence, until finally, Orgith gave me my answer. Perhaps we waited all that time for what was about to become sound, and then letters ending at words, but the only thing I thought of was how his mouth would move, at what those words might be.

 

“You want to know the truth Yori?” No, I didn’t, not today come to think of it, but then…at that time… it was all I wanted to hear.

 

“It was a gift…” A gift? Now why did that sound so eerily familiar?

 

“You are intelligent, you are smart like me, we can think for ourselves and find numerous ways out of troubling situations. You have a gift my son, one that is very rare amongst our people; never let them take that away from you.”

 

You have a gift my son…

 

A gift…

 

The world seemed to fade away from me, as if I couldn’t see it, as if I didn’t even know or knew that something else was there.

 

“What are you talking about?” I asked as my teeth chattered, completely unaware that I was shaking uncontrollably.

 

Orgith smiled with sinister satisfaction, “What’s wrong Yori…you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

 

“Tell me…” By now, I was so petrified of learning the truth that it had consumed me, that my vocal cords had constricted down to that of a child’s. But he just stood there…smiling.

 

“Damn it Orgith tell me! Tell me now! TELL ME!!!” I could feel as that first tear ran down my cheek, “TELL ME PLEASE!”

 

What had become of me, why was I getting so worked up over one simple answer…That’s what the truth can do to you,

 

“Just tell me!!!” I fell to the ground, vomiting with mixed tears as my world spiraled out of control, “Tell me…” I pleaded in a faint whisper,

 

“Please…”

 

“Orgith…wait…” I looked up as one of the clan members approached him, “I don’t feel like this right; he endure pain enough…he no deserve more. This wrong.”

 

“What did you just say to me?” The clan member backed away as the air heated, “You dare challenge what choices I make, what actions I decide are right from wrong? Are you suggesting that what I dictate is morally unjust, that this little insect doesn’t deserve what he is given?”

 

“There reason why dictate have word d**k in it Orgith.” My chest tightened as he punched the clan member out cold,

 

“Anyone else have a smart remark?” The clan turned speechless, “Good, because Yori needs to hear the true origins of why he can process mathematics, or why he can perform alchemy…and why he is the little parasite he has become today.” He paced the grass dramatically in a professional attitude,

 

“Because his mother toyed around with the dark arts of perception, reason, judgment, and understanding. At least the forbidden sides of it anyway, the ones that were actually interesting...Why wouldn’t she combine essence, thought, heart, and feeling together in the boiling bubbles of liquid magic, came to be after hunting down the individuals that were in natural connections with these four elements the most. To give her son his special gift.

 

It’s almost as if she’s…

 

A witch…

 

And the proof is here for all to see…” He tossed a brown, tattered book to the ground, returning to the sides of the other members.

 

Unable to feel my legs, I crawled for the book with met resistance, focusing on keeping my hands steady as their trembling prevented me from opening it. Once I took my glance at the first entry, the grimace discovery was too much…

 

The resulting reaction was equal to rattling the monkey’s cage.

 

As I rose from the slime of vomit, which had traveled that short distance with me, Orgith announced triumphantly, “So how did it feel Yori? Knowing that you were bred a fool like all of us here? How does the truth taste?” I didn’t answer,

 

“I said, how did it feel?” My veins expanded and my blood ran marathons as my locket glowed red.

 

"Yori?" It sounded almost like he was afraid...

 

What Orgith was about to experience would bring the clan to a gruesome conclusion…

 

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A witch…

 

And the proof is here for all to see…” He tossed a brown, tattered book to the ground, returning to the sides of the other members.

 

Unable to feel my legs, I crawled for the book with met resistance, focusing on keeping my hands steady as their trembling prevented me from opening it. Once I took my glance at the first entry, the grimace discovery was too much…

-K

 

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A witch…

 

And the proof is here for all to see… He tossed a brown, tattered book to the ground, returning to the sides of the other members.

 

Unable to feel my legs, I crawled for the book with met resistance, focusing on keeping my hands steady as their trembling prevented me from opening it. Once I took my glance at the first entry, the grimace discovery was too much…

-K

 

Moving. Compels the reader forward. I can't wait for the next entry!

 

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Listen to your conviction…give in to your anger. These men, these mortals, these BEASTS, they mean nothing! They threaten you Yori…they threaten me. Think of how they treated you, THINK of how they made you suffer…

 

“What wrong Yori? Can’t reach?” My knuckles cracked,

 

Do you remember Yori?

 

“Give it back, give it back!”

 

“Awww…Yori going to cry?” My blood boiled,

 

Do you remember?

 

“Give it, give it! That was my mom’s favorite bracelet; you can’t throw it into the Lake! YOU CAN’T!”

 

“Then reach Yori! Reach!” I see him dangle it over the swirling waters,

 

“No please! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T!!!”

 

“My finger slipping Yori…”

 

DO YOU REMEMBER!

 

I see him drop the bracelet; I see it gobbled by the rushing waters.

 

“NO!!!!” I dash after it, only to be pushed to the ground.

 

“HA! HA! HA! Why even alive Yori, why try? Mother was a tramp; mother was nothing but senseless rat! You think you better?” They kick me in the face one by one as they walk off; five blows to the jaw, five reasons to hate ever more.

 

My eyes opened as if anew; my soul ached for revenge, and here was this enticing voice from out of the blue, giving me the chance to take it…

And take it I would.

 

“Yes…” I whispered deeply, overtaken by both grief and anger,

 

“I remember…I remember…” The locket grew brighter, its crimson sheen overlapping the suns,

 

“I REMEMBER!”

 

Without warning, as easy as snapping your finger, the field of grass flattened, and the ground lifted in an uproar, heading straight towards Orgith and the clan in a Tsunami of over five tons of soil, roots, and rocks.

 

My locket came alive, putting me above gravity as I watched helplessly as it ravaged the landscape before my eyes. It was as if it had a mind of its own, targeting anything that was related to my past memories of torment. The birds immediately fled in the dozens from the vicinity, but few were powerless to escape their ultimate demise, their idle corpses dropping like flies. In an instant, they were gone, buried under the rushing mass to which they had no hope of outrunning, no hope of escape…no hope of survival…

 

They were dead…

 

Every single one of them…

 

Gone from this realm to live with Akatosh…

 

By my hands…

 

As soon as I realized what I had done, I was both awestruck and confounded, taking into account the indescribable amount of chaos I had just inflicted on this side of Tamriel. Everything, EVERYTHING was gone, as in, it was all reduced to nothing but ash. The charcoaled landscape stretched for miles across the wavering compass, and cutting a vast crater deeper than the deepest parts of Lake Rumar, the lake that was situated around the island to which the Imperial City was built upon.

 

The very same one where my Mothers bracelet was lost all those years ago…

 

Even the Oblivion gate took a beating; a chunk of its right side of indestructible rock, gone with the rustling wind. Or at least it used to be…

 

Whatever just happened, whatever it was that caused me to unleash magic so sovereign that even an Oblivion gate fell victim too, certainly had to attract attention. It was obvious that the initial explosion flash blinded the entire Province and certainly sank a short distance into the surrounding others that shared its borders. It was only a matter of time before legions of men from all across the empire would dispatch from regular duty to investigate an event so unexpected and so catastrophic. It was only a matter of time before they would find me…

 

So I ran.

 

Where I was going, I didn’t give a damn, all I knew was that I had to leave, that I had to vanish from the eye of life itself in order to live a normal life.

My wish finally came true…But not the way I had expected, not this way.

 

Was it that time again?

 

Three years later…

 

I feel as my fangs sink into his soft flesh, the puncture wounds forming as his blood is linked with mine. The taste is vapid, but the sensation of one’s blood fulfilling my appetite is refreshing. I feel stronger, wittier, better prepared as I drink up the remaining liquid.

 

BANG!

 

The hinges to the door snap in half as it is thrown aside; two Chorrol guards emerge from the patience of the summer night.

 

“Stop right there you vile demon!” I lift my head from the nap of my victim’s neck slowly and turn around to face the intruders; blood oozing from my mouth and trickling down my chin, dripping to and staining the carpet below.

 

“Looks like we got a vampire; do you know what we do to vampires around here?” I wiped the blood from my mouth,

 

“No. But I can bet it’s not in my best interest…” Nimbly, I took a chair accompanying a nearby desk by one of its legs, yelling,

 

“Think fast!” As I hurdled it at them.

 

As soon as they ducked, I made a run for it, pushing them into the frame of the door from their end as I homed in on the main gate.

 

“AFTER HIM! RING THE BELLS!” Guards from every corner of the city poured into the district, firing arrows and casting various spells alike.

 

Houses all around me were either set ablaze or entangled in a sheet of ice, all of this to catch a single servant of the night. My breath was failing me, but I was so close, I could literally reach out and touch the gates, ready to embrace the cloak of night that had shielded me so many times before. And then I heard that speeding whoosh, followed by a sharp pain in my neck, before everything melted away, before I knew my luck had finally ran out.

 

As my eyes flickered open, they became aggravated as a lump of dirt became trapped within them. But as I ordered my hands to clear the obstruction away, they refused to budge, and that’s when I saw those two same guards that had discovered my feeding. And one of them was holding a shovel…

 

They were burying me alive…

 

Alarmed, I struggled to break free from the weight of my own grave, panicking for precious air as they covered both my airways,

 

“MMMM!!! MMMMM!!!” But the more I fought it, the less I breathed, and eventually, surrendering to the call of death, I sank back down into the hole as the last of the dirt blanketed my eyes…

 

I gasped as I threw myself from the fluttering grass at my sides, shivering in a cold sweat as I looked across Lake Rumare towards the Imperial City.

 

“It was all a dream…” I assured myself as I turned to wash my face of all despair.

 

As I leaned over the warm waters, I was in remembrance of the curse that was bestowed upon me while inside the old Oblivion gate. My rippling image, although now adapted to my conscious, still looked so alien to me; even after all of this time has passed. Under the influence of the full moons light, I retrained myself to what my shade of red eyes and grey, wrinkly skin defined.

 

I was a vampire now, taking on Gia’s traits and abilities, and deemed an outcast to society and socialization. It didn’t matter if I was like this or not, a life of solitude has always suited me, now more than ever, ever since my clan perished on that dark day. With the contraction of Porphyric Hemophilia coursing through every fiber of my being, I was vulnerable to its ineludible urge to feed on humanoid blood. If I did not, it would drive me to insanity, and eventually, over the slow process of a few millennium, death.

 

As I focused my feet, and thought of what I had to do, I sighed, staring into the endless horizon, free from this world and all of its flaws. I thought of how it must be like to not carry a constant burden to which you can’t defeat or forget; how it would feel to be liberated yet in touch with everything around it.

 

How I wished to join it.

 

But for now this was me, this was what I had become, and if acceptance couldn’t be met, then starvation couldn’t be put at bay. This is what I am, and I had to learn to accept it; that’s just the way things had to be. And reminders were usually not too far behind, and tonight was one of those nights.

 

“Yori! Yori!” I turned to the messengers red robes as they flailed about excitedly, his worn out lungs expanding with fire.

 

“Y’shar? What are you doing out here, how did you find me?” I waited as the Khajiit gathered his thoughts,

 

“ Nevermind that! I bring word from Count Janus; he wishes to seek audience with you.” His ears fell back behind his head, his tail lowered near the point of the ground.

 

“I’ve never seen you so afraid Y’shar, did something happen? Is Skingrad on fire; did the vampire hunters find him?”

 

“No, no. But the urgency in his voice was noting, it’s best to save your answers on the journey back. We better not keep him waiting.”

 

“Agreed. Let’s go.”

 

With the wind trailing us along the Gold road, we set our sights to the West, to discover the task my lord would send for me. Little did I know that my work was about to take a rather disturbing turn…

 

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