Oath-Keeper: A Skyrim fanfiction

Chapter 1

   Erik wiped the blood off his master's long sword, the old rag bright red with blood. "Nice work Erik, this sword looks as shiny as the day it was forged" Lord Brandr said, entering the barracks of the fort. "Thank you m'lord I am happy to serve you, but I want to fight the Breton's and their pawns, for my father" Erik said, standing. "I know you're family was killed at the Crimson Feast, but I cannot let you fight, you're just a squire and you need to learn the discipline of a soldier before we can send you off to war" Brandr said. Erik sighed and sat on his bed, giving the sword to the mighty Nord. "Thank you, Eric. I will see you in the morning" Brandr said, leaving the squire's quarters into the lit courtyard. Erik entered his bed and shut his eyes to sink into sleep.

   An hour later he heard lots of noise coming from outside, next thing he knew a large rock crashed through the wooden area, all the squires rushed out of their beds into the courtyard. "What's going on?" one of them said, looking at wounded soldiers in the courtyard. "The Oath-Breakers...they're attacking" a soldier said, dying. Erik left the other squire's and rushed to the armory, grabbing an iron sword and some guards armor. He ran outside and traveled down the stairs to the front line. He cleaved an enemy soldier's head off, splattering blood on the floor. The Blackwood soldiers fought hard but the number of Oath-Breaker soldiers was too much for them. Erik, Brandr and the rest of the soldiers retreated back to the courtyard. Erik backed into one of the archer nests and was attacked by two Oath-Breaker soldiers. He looked over his shoulder and saw Brandr get stabbed through the back by an enemy soldier. In a rage, he killed one of the soldiers but was hit in the chest by a crossbow bolt, causing him to fall over the balcony of the fortress.