A Traitor

4

The snow fell over the misty mountens and the long winding road weaved it's way through the trees like a snake. The distant sound of shouts and screams alerted me that the vampires had landed nearby. As I intake a long breath; exhaling it slowly the ghostly mist of my breath danced it's way to the sky as I trudged in the softened snow, slowly but surely making my way to the dock. Over in the distance the slow movement of the creature's cloaks made an illusion that they were dark lords of Molag Bal, which they were. Blood stained their faces, making them seem surreal.

I wasn't part of the Dawnguard but I had been trained to kill. Their movement changed to a run. They surrounded me, blocking out the light that bled from the dark clouds that allowed them to travel. It looked like the gods had abandoned me. One vampire stepped forward. His voice was deep, like he was wearing a mask that covered his mouth. "It's time to die and clam your self as one of us."

I shook my head, drawing my sword, it's patterns made it look new, the elven imprint of the blade made it look unbreakable, the dragon bone hilt ensured that my grip would be stronger. My armour was made up of elven metal, guilded, making it stronger and more effective against damage.

The master vampire made a clean cut at my arm, but it bearly made a dent. In return I encased my sword within his skull. The other vampires ran at me, they met a swift end.

I continued down the path, making it to the dock. Their was only a rowboat, it was that or I swam to the castle. The sea was rough and choppy. Swimming wasn't an option.