It was the Year 4E 201, and The Dragonborn was walking around Skyrim. he started hearing rumors of a child performing the infamous Black Sacrament. As a morally sound, responsible adult, his first instinct was to investigate and interrupt the cursed incantation.
Being in Whiterun at the time, it was little ways to the home in Windhelm. So Dovahkiin (of course) takes a carriage. He meets the driver, and hastily demands "Take me to Windhelm! There's a boy that needs saving!"
"Alright, alright, no need to get upset. Did you say a boy in trouble?" The carriage driver carried on. "Yes, and I see you haven't heard the rumors. He's not that famous, good! The Dovahkiin exclaimed in relief. The Carriage Driver continues "In that case, free of charge! You do what you have to do, please always protect the innocent."
The carriage makes a hard halt at the gates of Windhelm. The Dovahkiin noticed the guards blocking the entrance. "You cannot enter, there is a problem in the city. A curse upon our great city, by a boy performing the evil sacrament." explained the guard. "Let me in for Talos' sake! I don't care why, I am here to save him!" screamed the Dovahkiin.
"Ok, but I don't want any blood on these streets, you hear me?" warned the guard.
As he felt a crisp wind blow past his face, he heard noises coming from the residence in Windhelm. The sound of tragic howling and a desperate kid banging around and crying hurt a remorseful Dovahkiin.
He turned toward the house with a distraught panic on his face. His paternal instincts kicked in, breathing rapidly, he sprinted toward the Aretino home.
He is greeted by a grimly sight and a remorseful, scared child was painfully moaning "Sweet Mother Sweet Mother..." The Dovahkiin noticed that that boy Aventus Aretino stopped what he was doing and eagerly jumped up to greet the savior he believes he summoned.
Dovahkiin had a droopy look on his face. And before he can say something Aventus exclaims "You've come to save me!"My prayers have been answered!" Dovahkiin replied "I wanna help you, but you don't have to do this."
Aventus whined "What CAN I do? I don't like this, it's too evil. But I HAVE to, I just have to. I tried and tried and tried to tell the guards about Miss Grelod The Kind but they kept ignoring. And now I'm here!"
The Dovahkiin suggests "I have a plan that'll get rid of Grelod without getting our hands dirty! We can forge a note pretending Grelod is planning to assassinate the Jarl". Aventus exclaims "Wow!, what a wonderful idea, now we don't have to be dirty criminals!"
His frown swung in the upwards direction, idolizing the moral Dovahkiin and relating to his puritanical nature.
The Dovahkiin, with another bright idea answers "I know someone who'll take extra care of you. Mjoll The Lioness! I'm sure you know of her."
I do I do! Aventus screamed. "She is a legend, and she loves justice! She's the perfect mother for a wholesome kid such as me! I know she'll keep me safe from the corruption, I just know it!
As Dovahkiin and Aventus rush out the house, they stumble upon none other than Mjoll herself. "Wow, that was lucky." The Dovahkiin remarked. "She's here!!! Our saviour!" Shrieked Aventus. Mjoll, being a moral judicator decided to sprint past the guards, knocking them over in the process.
She's panting and rushing in to stop the ritual. Mjoll questions "What happened, is he alright?!" Dovahkiin with a glad expression replied "He's safe, and he stated that he wants to stay moral and live with you."
Mjoll sighs in relief and looks toward Aventus "I hope your mind isn't corrupted by this. I want to take you away from this evil." "Come with me, I'll take extra care of you, son.
