Skyrim:A Bosmers Tale

Crimson Eyes

I could see the the man as he entered the clearing, stumbling forward with a gash in his chest, gushing blood. My father reacted instantly rushing to help a brother Bosmer, but as he ran closer he noted his mistake as the stranger drew a dagger and attacked my father, stabbing him in the stomach and draining him of his life's blood.

My brother drew a sword and charged blindly, fueled by rage. The stranger was staggered by the fierceness of his blows but soon gained to upper hand and struck him down, staining the clearing with his blood.

I had already grabbed my bow and notched an arrow, the stranger noticed and charged at me, I losses the arrow and watched it fly into his chest. I watched as he fell and set the bow down, I unsheathed my dagger and approached him slowly eager to avenge my kin. As I grew closer I noted his crimson glare and prepared to slit his throat, kneeling down, but just as I was about to drag the blade across his neck he lurched forward and bit my wrist.

"Rot in the fires of oblivion!" I curse him as I pick up the blade in my other hand and drive it into his forged instead,

I then tore off his sleeve and fashioned a bandage for my arm. I stood and walked past my brothers corpse seeing there was no longer any light in his eyes, then heard my father cough and knelt by his side lifting his head slightly,

"Are you hurt my son?" He asked, then coughed up blood,

"I'm fine father," I say examining his wounds but knowing there was nothing I could do to save him, "but Thorn is dead..."

"Listen my son, I have prepared you as best I could to survive on your own, you are nearing your 17th winter, so you should be able to..." He was interrupted by another fit of coughing,

"Father save your strength." I say wiping the blood from his face,

"My time is at its end boy, take my hunting knife, my it serve you well for years to come," he said as his eyes glazed over, "and know that I'm proud of you and I love you my son..." He trailed off as he died in my arms.