On a cloudless night the dual moons of Secunda and Masser drifted slowly. One circling the other. The light reflected off their polished faces casting shadows on the plain. A deer slowly lowered its head, taking a drink from the cold stream.

Thud

The deer quickly rose its head, and looked towards two larger shadows. The first was tall and broad. Sporting a equally large club. It was the second figure that was more intriguing. He stood at only a fraction of the prior's height. He was unusually broad with fin like projections on his shoulders, and horns protruding from his temples. In his right hand he held a sword, and in his left a shield. These two figures were clearly fighting, the winner yet to be determined.

Suddenly, the smaller man was launched by the giants club, and landed in the small pool that the deer was drinking from. Under closer inspection, the fins and horns were revealed to be armor. Armor that received such a quantity of stress that any luster that was present was long gone. The deer, bolted, startled from the new intruder.

"Shit." The little man said. He quickly got to his feet and prepared for the much larger beast charging him. The man stood his ground. When the beast was right in front of him, he quickly twirled and thrusted his sword into the monster's thigh. The beast bellowed in anger as it fell to the ground. It started to raise itself., yet was meet by the man swing his sword into the beast's neck, decapitating it.

"Well, well, well. The giant that caused the people of Rorikstead so much trouble, down in two swings." The man lifted the giants head by the thick, braided hair. "I really don't know what all the fuss is about you? And what did they warn me about?"

Behind the man came a much, much larger figure, four tusks surrounding its scared tusk.

"Oh. Right. Watch out for Bessie."

Bessie, the incredible large and old mammoth charged at the man, and before he could get out of the way, was smacked by the mammoth's head. The man was propelled backwards, tumbling over himself. Luck however, was on his side. The mammoth never chased after him. This was due to landingin a pile of mammoth dung, and the owner of said dung lost the scent.

"Shit." The man slowly waited for the mammoth to leave and got up and made his way begrudgingly to the only city that was on the plain: Whiterun. But once again, his luck failed him: It started to rain.

'Shit!"

The clinking of wine glasses echoed through the hall. The warm fire in the center of the hall radiating outward. The aroma of roasting meat inviting all. The howling storm that recently picked up having no effect on the party goers.

"Thank you all for coming!: exclaimed the Jarl "I means the world to me and my wife that you all could join us for our anniversary! To think, we've been together for…"

Interrupted mid sentence. A series of knocks came from the door. The crowd turned but did nothing. After a pregnant pause, the knocks continued. Once again, silence.

"For the love of Talos," said a muffled voice, "open the damn door!"

The guard hesitantly looked at the Jarl, who gave him a nod of approval.. The guard quickly unlocked the door. Which was kicked open and proceeded to hit him. The rain whipped around a man, tall in stature. Clad in iron armor with a steel sword on his hip. But what got the crowd's attention was the strong smell of dung and the giant's head he had in his arms.

"Well. This is awkward. Don't mind me, please carry on." As the newcomer said his piece, he made his way over to the Jarl's chair. Upon reaching it, he was approached by what would call, an attractive woman. That is if you find gray skin and red eyes attractive. Most would try to impress, and would end up with a knife to the throught. The man knew Irileth, that was the woman, could take him on easily.

"Thrjolnir, you look like shit." Irileth so bluntly stated.

"I am not in the mood." Thrjolnir replied, setting the head near the chair. "Proventus!" he shouted, making all the guests stare. "I'm leaving this here."

"What?! No, move that thing at once!" Proventus shouted back .

Thrjolnir smirked at Irileth "Too late."

With a frenzy of pardon mes Thrjolnir bolted, making his way to Breezehome and praying to the divines that the dung would wash off in the rain.

Finally reaching the door, Thrjolnir fiddled with his keys, only drop them.

"Shit! Today just isn't my day."

"Ohh said a little voice from inside. I'm telling Lydia you swore!"

"Fridhe! Open the door."

"Why? I can smell you from here!"

"I'll give you a sweet roll!"

"...Promise?"

"Promise."

The door opened, revealing a girl no older than six. Standing in a blue night gown and holding a straw doll.

"Thank you, milady"

"Sweet roll."

Thrjolnir sighed as he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a sweet roll from the upper cupboard.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked as he started taking off his armor.

"Letting you in."

"Right." he responded with a chuckle. Thrjolnir made his way over to the small wash room and washed the dung off.

"Alright, time for bed."

Fridhe frowned at this. Thrjolnir, tired from his day, took the easy option, and picked her up. Walking his way to her bed, he slightly smiled and asked the nine why he ever adopted.

In the deepest, darkest city, a man was being tortured. Tortured by one that is not of our kin. Tentacles, plunged in his mouth, withering out his nostrils. A deep, disturbing voice which made any man shudder with disgust spoke.

"Where is the Bridge?" The voice said, as eyes drifted in and out of view

The man, responded with a voice filled with unimaginable pain. "You.. have no power… over me."

"Hasn't anyone told you? I am Hermaeus Mora. Knowledge itself. And knowledge is… power. So tell me," Mora tightened his grip, "Where is the Bridge?"

Hey y'all! Thanks for reading! I have big plans for this story, and while it may not be much, I'm proud of it. Please review, and send some helpful criticism to help me improve. - Chuckyboss25