The warrior

Chapter two

I heard a key slide into the lock then a click the cell door opened with a screech that hurt my ears. I was lifted and dragged to a chair.  They threw me into it and tied my hands down. The wood creaked as I shifted. "Do you worship the false god Talos?" He spat. "Wow, your even more hidious up close." I said ignoring his question.  Lightning surged trough my body. It hurt badly, but I was determined to not break so I laughed at him "is this all?" I said acting amused. "You imputent child!" He screamed in my face. Sending an even more powerful bolt of electricity. The pain was intense." Come on, is that call you got?" I said weakly. Soon my body burned again with lightning. My vision blured then faded black. When I came around a Thalmor, who was dressed in a gold tinted set of elven armor was serving dinner, wooden bowles full of a grey sloppy grule. "Eat up, we don't want you keeling over before we get the information we need." She sounded bored and I picked up a twinge of annoyance. I took a spoon full of the slop and instantly regreted it, I gagged and tried to keep in the contents of my somach. After a while I ate the lukewarm mixture. Over the course of three weeks they tortured each of us with whippings, shock, waterboarding and somtimes would take daggers and cut us in different places. I got a cut under my left eye and on my arms. But one day they took things too far. I said I didn't know any more but they didn't bealive me the captain ordered his second in command to bring out my parents.  They were woken up and dragged out in front of me. "Now you will answer my question or they die." He said crulely. "I said I don't know anything you Thalmor bastard! Do you have cotton in your ears!?" I yelled. "Wrong answer." That evil smile crept across his face again. He sent twin bolts of lightning at them. Their screams were too much to bear, but the captain was laughing hysterically.  I couldn't take it anymore,  in a sudden burst of power I broke the arms of the chair and rushed him. I with an arm of the old chair in each hand I broke one  over the captain's head. I moved swiftly at the seargent and with the other arm. She was drawing her sword just as I reached her. The elven sword was halfway out of it's scabbord when the other arm if that chair splintered on the side of her face. With both of the agents knocked out I moved to my parents. "Don't die, please don't die." I lifted up my fathers head. "You must go to the homeland of our people,  Skyrim be a hero of the people.  Help them." That was his dying wish. His eyes rolled back in his head and released his last breath. Tears ran down my dirt covered face I got up my face dripping but I looted the Thalmor then put them in the very cells they held us in. Gawnking and insulting us. Now they were locked up. I pushed open the door to the captain's  office.  Inside there was a chest labled "prisoner belongings" going through the key ring  I found the right one unlocked it and pulled out my gear. I put on my under shirt and pants followed by my suit of armor. As I was putting on my gear I lifted out a glove and heard a light cluck on the bottom of the chest.  Looking down I saw my father's amulet of Talos I slid the leather strap over my head and onto my neck. I put a satchel on my belt. Inside I put an unused journal and charcoal, I took a map of Skyrim out of the captain's desk. And some other supplies. When I finished I pulled a black cotton cloak on to my neck. I buried my parents and started walking. Nighthawk on my side.