User blog:The Nameless Lancer/Blood of the Daedric Prince - Chapter 2

Welcome to chapter 2. I know that I said that I was going to start describing everything, but I'm not going to start that until the next fanfiction that I make. It doesn't really make that much sense to suddenly shift writing styles in the middle of a story. This is the point where the story changes gears, and gets a lot more interesting. The title for this chapter on my page is "Shrine of Mehrunes Dagon", so you'll know what happens. I hope you like this chapter. I'm going to use the same style as my previous two chapters, which is not being overly descriptive. It's descriptive, but not too descriptive. I'm not ready to make that change yet. Let's get started. There is one f-bomb in this chapter.

After recieving my reward from Delvin, I decided to visit a friend in the Stonehills to the East of Morthal. His name is Gestur Rockbreaker, and he's a miner. My mother brought me to the Stonehills when I was five years old. Actually, she brought me to almost every settlement in Skyrim, except Marakarth, because of how dangerous the Reach is said to be. Reachmen called the "Forsworn" roam the wilds of the Reach, and will attack anyone other than their own on sight. What kind of mother would bring her child to a place like that? When she brought me to the Stonehills, I met Gestur, who was about my age, and we became good friends. I visit the Stonehills every now and again to visit him, see how his life has been, and if anything interesting has happened.

I rode my horse from Riften to the Stonehills, which was a two day ride. I always go around the mountains between Riften and Whiterun. When the first day comes to an end, I always camp near the Ritual Stone, which is one of the 13 standing stones. I always brought some bread with me, as well as some skooma. I was a little bit addicted to skooma, but I didn't have a serious problem. I was leaning against the standing stone when I saw something that I had never seen before. In the distance, I saw a ghost-like stag, watching me from the distance. I got up, and moved closer to it, but it suddenly vanished into thin air, as if it was never there. What just happened? I had no idea, so I sat back down, and fell alseep.

When morning came, I got back on my horse, and continued my ride. I passed the northern end of Whiterun, and looked at the Jarl's palace, Dragonsreach, as I do everytime I pass it. I was fascinated by the place, and would love to go inside of it one day. I continued riding, encountering a guard, carriage, and Khajiit caravan every once in a while. I usually got to the Stonehills on the second day. Gester saw me arrive, and approached me as I was getting off my horse.

Gestur: Sparda. You're back sooner than usual.

Sparda: What do you mean? How long has it been since my last visit?

Gestur: You came by here last week.

Sparda: I did?

Gestur: Yeah, you did.

Sparda: Maybe I should lay off the Skooma for a bit.

Gestur: You drink that?

Sparda: Yes, and so do you. I've seen you do it. Hell, we've gotten drunk together before.

Gestur: Fine.

Sparda: So, how's life been for you?

Gestur: Nothing has changed since your last visit.

Sparda: Really? Nothing at all?

Gestur: Nothing.

Sparda: Hmm. That's interesting.

Gestur noticed that I kept looking at the mountain to the east. He knew what I was thinking.

Gestur: Stay away from that Shrine. It's not safe there.

Sparda: Why not? What could go wrong?

Gestur: Don't be stupid.

Sparda: You can't stop me.

Gestur: If you die, don't blame me.

Sparda: I'm not gonna die. Don't worry about me.

I walked east towards the mountain that was home to Mehrunes Dagon's shrine. I was curious to see what it was like inside. When I made it to the mountain, I couldn't find a way up. I searched for a way up for almost 3 hours. I tried climbing it several times, but I kept losing my grip. I found a path to the Shrine near the Lord Stone, another one of the standing stones. I went up, and was amazed at the sight of the shrine. There was an altar, a massive statue of Mehrunes Dagon, and the door that leads to the shrine. I spoke to myself, which I do a lot, before entering.

Sparda: Let's take a look inside, shall we?

I opened the door to the Shrine, went inside, and took of my hood. The interior seemed to be carved out of ice, since the walls looked frozen. I was a little bit disappointed by the look of the shrine, since it looked very simple, and pretty run-down. There were a few chests, some weapons and armor lying around the place, some gold and ebony ingots, and that's pretty much it. I walked over to the basket holding the ingots, and spoke to myself again.

Sparda: I think that I'll take these.

I picked up an ingot, and placed it in my bag. Suddenly, I heard something behind me, but before I could turn around to see what it was, someone wrapped my arm around my neck, and slashed me across the eyes with claws. I fell forward, and was in extreme pain.

Sparda: Fuck!

Mehrunes Dagon: Do you know who I am?

Sparda: Uh... Mehrunes Dagon.

Mehrunes Dagon: That's right. Why are you trying to steal from my shrine?

Sparda: There's no one here.

Mehrunes Dagon: Did anyone tell you that stealing is wrong?

Sparda: I'm a thief. What did you do to me?

Mehrunes Dagon: I blinded you. I'll make a deal with you, but first, you must make it outside. Watch your step.

He vanished. Darkness surrounded me. I could see only black. I touched the area around my eyes, and felt scratch marks. I stood up, turned around, and started walking. I moved slowly and carefully. I didn't want to trip and fall down. I walked into a wall, and used it to help me walk. I kept my hands on the wall, moving slowly, as I made my way to the exit of the shrine.

I made it outside, and fell down on the cold, cold ground. Dagon appeared again, and spoke to me.

Mehrunes Dagon: Took you long enough. Get up, now.

I got up onto my knees, and faced towards where I assumed that he was.

Sparda: What is this deal you want to offer me?

Mehrunes Dagon: You will be given 4 tasks. Do what I say, exactly how I say it. You got that?

Sparda: I understand. Can I have my sight back?

Mehrunes Dagon: As you wish.

He put his hand on my face, and I felt the scars heal. I opened my eyes, and I could see again.

Sparda: Thank you.

Mehrunes Dagon: If you even THINK about disobeying me, I will kill you.

Sparda: What is the first task?

Mehrunes Dagon: Uhh... I haven't thought about that yet. You're free to go, until I tell you that the time has come.

Sparda: How will I know?

Mehrunes Dagon: You'll know. Trust me.

Sparda: Very well.

Mehrunes Dagon: One more thing.

Sparda: What's that?

Mehrunes Dagon: Return what you stole from me.

Sparda: Fine.

I reached into my bag, took out the gold ingot that I took, and placed it on the ground. Dagon disappeared not immediately after.

Sparda: What have you gotten yourself into this time, Sparda?

Thank you for reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, and can't wait to read your comments. I do want to say that Sparda is not supposed to represent me. One of the protagonists in my Bloodborne fanfictions, Altair, represents me. The next chapter will be out... sometime in the future. Have a good day.