There lay his dear friend dead on the floor, his blood staining the split wood flooring of the large manor. The window was smashed, The home had been trashed, but there....there lie his friend. His home could be cleaned, window fixed, but even the Gods would not bring the young elf back from wherever he rest.
The note written sloppily on the paper torn from an old book was not merely a suggestion to the Dovahkin, it was an Obligation. It was a message to kill whatever son of a bitch did this. It was fate.
As the sun reached its midpoint in the sky the Dovahkin had set Faendel's body off to the lake, letting it flow away to a peaceful afterlife. The Dragonborn watched, his eyes like steel as he carefully, meticulously thought how to create a meeting between him and this beast.
Many moons had past and The Dragonborn had finally reached 'The Frozen Hearth' inn within Winterhold. The Dovahkin had been searching for word of strange activity by anyone, anyone looking for The Dovah. Little luck had come however, so whilst settling into bed for the evening sleep overcame, and in that sleep was a dream, a fate, a prophecy.
It was all clear then, like The Elder Scrolls had permitted viewing in the dream. There it lay out plain as day, the universes greater prophecy, The Dark Brotherhoods Demise, Archmage, The Fall Of Harkon, Alduins Death, Apocrypha, The Aldmeri Dominion, Chaos, Fire.....Vengeance
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Vengeance - An Elder Scrolls Fanfiction (Currently Under Rewrite)
FantasyWhen Draykn Overin's Family Is Killed During A Dragon Attack On Winterhold He Vows To Bring Vengeance On His Family And Kill The Dragonborn.
