Vile Thing

Maybe I will, Maybe not

[A/N Will edit for Typos soon, Will have an english editor restructure and re edit this.]

From a dream like state he woke, briefly, he hadn't been drunk..
2 glasses of wine maybe, But... His hazy vision showed he was standing half down the steps to his mothers body.

Blurred vision slightly making things Hazy until he heard a voice, Saw a man knelt beside the body.
This... elf? What was he, Hazy or not Syd could see the dog staring at the figure a few feet away.
Light skin, tall, taller than himself.
Long red or blonde or a mixture of hair...
The voice was masculine, upon this registering He stumbled swinging at the Hazy tall man. He felt slow,or heavy...

The man seemed to dodge the blows easily... not that he could see so well.
Was this a nightmare?

"Who are you?... get away from her, She deserves a decent burial.
Don't think I won't kill you."
He said this blindly reaching for the shovel he knew was near by.
Swinging it faster than the man seemed to notice.
Almost taking the bastards head off.

Though again this Elf or whatever moved too fast.
This was when it spoke, a rather proper yet... odd tone in this voice.
"Calm boy... she already belongs to me, you'll find out soon.... my how you have grown... so vicious." The voice was demanding and matter of fact about this.
A chuckle could be heard from seemingly all around him. His hands dropping the shovel covering his ears. His vision starting to focus,  as this figure faded completely away along with his laughter.

He got a clear image of a nearly vanished tall man, young maybe mid 20s possibly altmer?..
The mutt came over and nudged Syd whimpering.
Well this was.. god damn terrifying...
He thought this as he stood, seeing the shovel on the floor... so it was real?
He lifted the shovel placing it back where it should be before closing the door to leave... the sounds of early morning near Bruma were.. normal... how the hell did he end up down there last night?

The mutt seemed to have seen it too.
It was as he entered the bedroom the rug seemed tossed away, revealing a small hidden compartment.
It was locked.. he didnt want to break his mothers floor.

So the quest began. House key didnt fit...
with a heavy sigh he began going through his mothers things.
Pots, pans, jars, vases...
Nothing nothing nothing...
Opening a bottle of wine He decided to just search the house like a thief.

Checking every book now to start. Because none of this made sense so the key would be some place in fever dream hell right?

His mind still wandered to how he felt almost weighed down and paralyzed by the warlock? Mage? Bastard necromancer...
Whatever that was earlier that night that was lurking in his home ...and then gone when his senses all came back in full.

He recalled his mother was fine or whole so it was no robbery...
A defeated sigh escaped his lips as he flipped open book after book...until not a key but a note fell loose from a book he had been read as a child, the story Olaf and the Dragon.
Setting the book aside he slowly opened the folded paper.

The message was simple, "Son, I need you to put me to rest here should anything happen. I love you, I am proud of you. And I am so sorry."

Then there was a location on a small map, this was to the north, But He could use her carriage and his horse..
And...Why was she sorry...
His life was starting to become strange outside of his own fault.

Maybe he would ask the priestess? Though with more thought... He decided not to bother, Not yet, He instead wrapped his mothers body  in ways to keep the cold from eating  at it, And placed her into a wooden box on the carriage before going back in to pack, Deciding to bring the dog with him, after all the location wasnt a city...

This was why he packed weapons  and better armor than he had previously, food ,tonics and potions, a few books.

And the locked box he pried the floorboards away for...it was locked, But he could  easily pick it when they stopped to rest.
Calling his new Dog he left the home he had known so long to start the trip to give his mother the burial she requested in that simple note.