Skyrim: Revenge

The War Of Elves And Vampires

We had made into Cyrodiil, with a run in with the dramoras. We delt with them quickly. "Men we need to protect this wall from the vampires." That voice sounded familiar it was Haemir Virlynn. My old friend from the hunter days.

"Haemir!" I shouted, grabbing his attention.

"Paarthanax, oi you still owe me from that bet from last year." His voice was filled with laughter. "Oi! Who in the hells this man."

"Oh yea. Haemir meet my girlfriend Reubre Yesjore."

"By the eight. Look at her. But wait. Something is wrong. Are you two vampires."

"Haemir listen she was transformed into what we are. The only reason I am a vampire was because I was dead fifty minutes ago. Wait. Is that. Dad...!" My words became shaky with anger

"Oh it's you, brat. Listen I don't care what you have to say. Just go away." His words were sturn, like a cold blade that stabbed you in The back.

I clenched my fists, raising my sword in the air. "This is for mother, you son of a milk drinker." I plunged my sword in to his back. Tears ran down my face as I turned around.

"Paarthanax come here." Reubre's outstretched arms begged me to go.

"He was the only family I had left. My brothers are dead, my mother dead. Now my milk drinker of a father!" My voice was shaky with sadness.

"Rotmer, what does it mean to be a half elf?" The twelve year old me said

"Ha, well paarthanax it means that you are special. There is only two half elves. You and me." His voice was soft and  comforting. This was my brother. He died fighting a werewolf. The  it was just me, my milk drinker father and my caring mother, until father killed her, in cold blood. That's when I became a killer, theif and hunter.

"Paarthanax don't cry. Come on. You have me." Her words were comforting.

"Vampires!" Haemir shouted, signalling the attack.

"Let us help. Haemir. We don't have time let us Help!" My words made him believe that there was still hope.

"Ok. Let's fight." His words encurraged us all to draw our swords and rush in to battle. This was it. The War Of Elves And Vampires. I cut one down, his headless body squirmed to the floor. Reubre took off one of their hands. And Haemir was being a fool.
Blood flowed down my sword, we had lost many men but so did the vampires. Three master's stood infront of us.  "Charge!" My voice ecowed through the middle of no man's land. The three of us  charged to wards the master vampires. My sword was driven straight through ones heart and then through his head. Reubre killed the other but Haemir was having trouble. I rushes  to help him but it was to late the master   vampire had drove his sword through Haemir's chest.

"No." I swiftly killed the master vampire before holding my beat friend in my arms. "Hang on, get a medic."

"Paarthanax...never...stop...fighting"

"No. No,no,no,no! I'm sorry" I said as I lay his sword to rest.

"I am sorry paarthanax." Reubre said.

"I want revenge. Let's kill Molag!"