Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2012 23:14:57 -0600
From: Writ Er <madness.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Before the Dovahkiin Part 3

~*I don't own the ideas here, I just manipulated them to fit my perverse
mind. Bethesda owns them, and they are amazing.*~

*Been too long since an update, but I keep getting e-mails and so I keep
writing when I can. I want to promise faster updates, but I can't do
that... My job has started to consume my soul... But I will try! Just know,
that your e-mails help, I will be responding to all of them, and that I
will eventually put out more. I'm not done with these boys yet. ;0) *

Before the Dovahkiin 3

It took a long time for Farkas to look me in the eye again. His anger and
rage showed in the chickens and cattle being slaughtered in the fields
surrounding Whiterun. One night, I heard men shouting through the streets,
shouting that they had caught the damnable creature. But it was only an
Orc, and the killings continued.

It took me two weeks to get my affairs in order. I organized the house with
my sister, who then promptly chose to sell the shack to the Jarl. She moved
in with *** the last that I heard.

I learned what I could from Farengar, quickly and sloppily. Though he had
been my mentor for the past three years, there was so much that he had
refused to tell me. I took the opportunity to force him to tell me all that
he was hesitant before to. As a result, I learned the more intricate
magicks of the world. I learned how to change and manipulate things, though
I certainly needed much more work. Work that I hoped I would be able to
pursue in Winterhold. But I would be going for a special purpose, I was to
conduct research into the nature of Soul Stones and their capabilities. A
pursuit that I was quite eager to take the College up on.

All of this took me exactly two weeks. Two weeks that I heard of the
livestock mutilations. Two weeks that I spent with my mind in utter
chaos. Two weeks that I tried to get my sister to turn away from the
whoring that she had apparently taken up when I was not looking. Two weeks
that I spelt alone, the first two weeks in three years, and they were
painful sleeps. Plagued with nightmares and sweaty awakenings, these
restless sleeps felt as though I was waiting to be executed. Some nights I
cried in longing for Farkas, cries that were silent so as not to wake my
sister, who was never home.

One night I even went to Jarvaskaar to see if I could find him. The hall
was only slightly lit, most of the oil in the lanterns and torches had been
spent with the evenings festivities. Farkas had told me after some time
that the nights in Jarvaskaar were filled with drinking and fighting. He
tired of it, so when he met me, he found a convenient excuse to leave the
constant festivity. Though in all these years, I still did not know if the
rest of the Companions knew about Farkas' preference towards boys.

For I was a boy when he took me first. But I had grown. I had grown into a
young man. I had ambitions, and I realized that I could and would not be
held back by the fleeting love of a man who I was not sure truly desired
me, or if I was only convenient. We never spoke of such things.

Bodies laid around the ground, snoring loudly in their drunken comas. Some
men I knew, and others I longed to, for their husky beauty stirred my
loins. One man I stared at for a few minutes because I found him so
handsome, not beautiful at all.

He had brown locks that were spread out around his unconscious face, held
together only with sweat. His casual leather vest was unbuttoned, revealing
curls of chest hair that spread across his broad chest, covering most of
his pectorals. They tapered off though, leaving his flawless abdominals
with only a thin line of hair that reached down below is pants that were
done up by a cord. Those pants... Those damnable pants that needed to be
removed...

But it was in his face that I saw him. What was really him. A slight beard
covered a great deal of his face, more than any other man that I had seen
up to this point in my life. And a scar ran down his perfect face. The
wound must have been deep to leave such a mark, but it started just above
his right eye, and all the way down his face to his jawbone.

As I studied the wound, I felt something familiar. I felt the distinct
tinge of magick holding it together... Or, at least, it did once. This was
not a wound that could have healed in a week on its own. But with the aid
of magick, it sealed itself as the skin would, given enough time and
without infection.

Studying the magick more closely, I found it to be very advanced, far
beyond my comprehension.  But I most definitely felt as though if it would
fight off any disease even now.

This man was an anomaly. A handsome, and wonderful anomaly. He should be
dead many times over, I felt fate telling me this...

As I reached for his scar, to touch it, and feel more of what it meant, his
eyes shot open. Huge eyes, staring into my soul, green as the sunlight
through the leaves. They stared at me, the rolled up into his skull and
were gone under his eyelids.

I realized that my heart was moving fast, but only after I was up and
across the room. The man was unconscious again, but I did not want to be in
that room of snoring corpses any longer.

Though I had never been there in the three years that I had known Farkas
intimately, I had never been to his room. So I wandered down the steps and
into the basement, where there were more detections of life.

I did not need magick to trance the scent of him to his room. My fingers
clung to the door, arched and scratched down the length of it towards the
handle. My mind raced as to what I might find, the detection of life
enchantment completely lost on me. So I ran my hand over the handle, my
hand twitching and glowing. With a yellow pulse of light, the lock clicked,
and the door swung open.

The room I saw before me was far too simple for a man of his prowess. There
were no pictures on the walls, very few books on the shelves, and no
weapons on placards. There was simply a bed, a dresser, and a wardrobe. I
sighed a little at its lack of splendor. I expected there to be something
of interest, not merely an empty room with an empty bed.

Then it dawned on me. He had not slept here in over three years. Why would
there be anything here that would be of any significance to him? I broke
into a chuckle that turned into a full out laugh when I came to this
realization. But then of course, I cupped my mouth with a firm hand as I
did not want to wake anyone.

So I looked around, and the room was not nearly as empty as I thought it
was. There were clothes in the wardrobe, clothes that hinted at a simpler
version of Farkas. Two golden rings sat on the top of the dresser, before
an envelope. I picked it up, then quickly placed it back. I did not wish to
know the significance of the rings and the envelope. But it was not
difficult to see that the two rings were infused with love and
matrimony. Without picking up the letter, I knew that it must be from his
parents, or another couple that was close to his family. An aunt and uncle?

But it did not matter. The bed was empty and cold, the dressers and clothes
old and dusty. They hinted at a life that was no longer Farkas'. A life
that I had interrupted with my loving him, and his loving of me.

I sat on the bed and put my face into my hands for maybe an hour. Most of
my drive for staying still came from the potentiality of Farkas returning
to this forgotten bed. But then the thought inside me rose up, and
questioned whether or not he might be waiting for me inside of my bed. But
if I left now, would he leave right now too, from my bed? I became lost in
an endless cycle of doubt that I could not escape from. So I slept there in
his bed that night. The last night that I was to be in Whiterun, I slept in
the bed of my lover, for the first time, without him there.

I awoke, and upon feeling the cold spot beside me, I teared up a little. I
dare not say that I cried, for the tears never streaked down my face. But
by the Nine, I teared. I did not care who heard it, but I raged through the
room. I threw things, toppled the dresser and wardrobe, and threw the door
off of its hinges as I left.

Not a soul was awake yet, and I respected their slumber, if they were one
of the many that had slept through my rage below. Among the four or five
who awoke, was the man that I had studied so diligently the night
before. His green eyes captivated me, and time seemed to slow down for a
moment or two. But when I blinked, the connection was severed, and all I
wanted was to be at home.

I never knew it before, but love makes you do crazy things. I heard the
saying, but after I had walked down towards my home for the last time, I
realized it. And I felt ashamed, using my magick in such a way.

The sun told me that it was still very early, only some farmers would be
awake to tend the soils. Most would sleep for another hour. So I met no one
on my journey home.

Rounding the corner, I witnessed something that I had not seen
before. There was a man crawling out of my window. He was completely naked,
and wielded the cock that I knew so well.

Of course, running up to him made him flinch, but then he bit his lower lip
before grabbing me forcefully.

"I am sorry..." he said over and over again.

I just moved my hands over his back, drunk on the familiar feeling that his
smooth back and hairy front brought me. His beard was buried into my neck,
nuzzling me relentlessly, as he murmured things that sounded like, 'can we
go to bed?'

But my vision was blurry with tears as I shook my head. "The College Guards
are coming for me in but two hours. I have not packed... I have been
looking for you."

No words were exchanged, only passionate kisses. Though the sun rose, he
still began to remove my clothing.

Clawing at my pants, he took them down low enough to kiss my dick, and lick
my balls. I longed for this so much, and my moans of pleasure told this to
Farkas.

I let him take control, knowing that he wanted and needed to. The window
sill of my bedroom hit my head as he pushed me up against it. It hurt, but
he had taken a liking to hurting me in the past few years. He always more
than made up for it in the adventures that came afterwards.

He raised my legs above my head, exposing the part of me that he had denied
himself for weeks. And he attacked it with his tongue. The stiffness of his
tongue forced into me, while his soft and tender tongue licked, tickled and
teased me. He flicked at my ass, impossibly fast, making me bite my lip in
lust.

I forced my legs further up, hooking onto the window ledge with my
toes. His huge hands spread my ass apart, exposing more of the parts that
he and I both liked.

He stared with three fingers, that grossly devalued his own huge cock, and
I winced at them. I was out of practice since he stopped being with me
nightly. So it was going to take a little bit of extra attention to get my
ass ready for the beast the he wanted to thrust inside of me.

 I squirmed and wreathed as the fingers dove deep into my ass, wiggling
around. My mouth hung open with pleasure in an unheard moan. That strange
feeling deep inside of me resurfaced, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort,
yet I yearned for more.

His bearded face nudged my head to the side and kissed my neck. It was
scruffy and stung a little in the cool morning, but I did not mind it in
the least. His lips were warm and wet as they ran across my neck. He
nibbled on it slightly in between a solid tongue wiping up my jugular. When
he reached my shoulder, he bit down hard. Hard enough to make me think that
he had gone feral again. It would bruise.

"Farkas..." I whispered, but I was flung around before I could finish the
thought. His fingers slid out of me as I spun around, leaving my hole
feeling warm and abused, but wanting more.

The assault continued on the back of my neck, the licking, sucking and
nibbling... It made me want to turn around and jump on top of him, taking
advantage of the hard on that I had. His hips grinding into my backside
showed me that he had a hard on too, much harder than I thought it possible
for him. Perhaps he had not relieved himself since he stopped doing so
inside of me. The thought made me miss the warm feeling of his seed
spilling into me, the violent thrusts and subdued moans of his climax.

My feet found the soft, damp grass of the morning ground and Farkas dropped
to his knees. Two mighty hands spread my ass apart, fingers grabbing at the
crevasse and pulling it apart, almost painfully. He was being quite rough,
and I wasn't sure if I liked it yet or not. His warm tongue found the
opening he had created and his tongue went right in where his fingers had
paved way.

His tongue was hard, trying to enter in as deep as he could, then soft and
tender as he licked and stimulated the outside of me. I found that my head
was holding up my body, as my hands tried to pull me apart even further
than Farkas was already trying to. With a sucking noise, and my ass pulsing
forward with it, I let out a subdued moan of pleasure.

His tongue continued to lick up and down my ass with little regard for
keeping me quiet. A finger, placed at the bottom of his tongue, began
giving the pleasure that his tongue could not on a constant basis.

An eternity passed with his tongue and fingers inside of me, before he
stood up and began kissing the back of my neck again. I felt the pressure
of his cock pressing against my well watered ass, and it slipped in
easily. Well, at least the head. Bu the head was all that was needed to
make me slam my fist into the house in pain. A good pain though, one that
he had given me before, and one that I knew would become much, much better
with time.

More of him pushed into me effortlessly, with his lips and teeth attacking
my neck. All I could do was push backwards against his dick, urging more of
it into me. He bit the lobe of my ear and I heard him let out a soft
moan. Altogether, it was more sexy and lustful than anything he had yet
done to me. His bite grew stronger as his back lunged forward and
simultaneously pulled my ear back. He was nearly all the way in, and I
could tell that he might not last long inside of me, so I squeezed against
his cock playfully.

It had the most opposite effect though. He forced his way inside of me at
that moment, and my cum splattered on the wall in front of me. He viciously
fucked me then, knowing that the pleasure I felt would outweigh the pain;
and he was right. With one hand loading my chest and pulling my back
towards his, he reached his other hand around and pumped strings of cum out
of me. All the while, his thick cock kept hammering at that magical spot
inside of me, urging more and more out of me.

When I was done, his slimy hand came off of my cock and slid down to cup my
balls forcefully, pulling them outwards and stretching my ass out even
more. The muscles of his chest tensed up then, and his arms seemed to grow
around me. Though I had just cum, I thought that I might again with the
sensation of his rock hard body against mine, using me in such a way that
brought us both unfathomable pleasure.

He picked up speed, the slapping sound of his thighs against my tight ass
were all that I could hear. My moaning, his... These were both outside of
my senses, for I was in overload thanks to his thick meat.

When I tried to thrust back into him again, he pulled out more than usual
and put a hand on his shaft, squeezing it. He still fucked me though, but
it was only a tease of what I knew he really had. I became frustrated after
awhile with this amount of his dick. I slammed back against him with all my
might and dislodged his hand. The result was his entire cock forced inside
of me. I clenched my jaw in pain when his lower torso bounced off of my
ass. I quickly leased my jaw and a sound of ecstasy escaped.

"You like that?" He whispered in my ear.

With that, he fucked me like a rabbit. My ass could barely keep up with the
sensations that he was filling me with. One thrust did him in though, one
thrust made him hesitate, then be rougher with me than he had been in a
long time. With one final pounding, his hands flew to my hips and grabbed
them so hard they hurt.

But when is cum started filling me up, all of that went away. His dick
twitched inside of me, spewing load after load. His cries of lust were
unmistakable in the quiet morning. The cum seeped out as he still orgasmed,
running down my leg quickly, so the space could be filled with more. Each
thrust after the moment that the cum reached my knee, more cum was forced
out of me in a wave.

Just when I wondered if he would ever stop. His cock popped out of me with
one final stream across my back. The warmth of his seed brought a smile to
my face, knowing that I had such an effect on him.

I reached for my clothes and attempted to dress quickly, but Farkas' stare
was keeping my occupied.

"They shall not have you." He said sternly. "The College Guards. They shall
not have you..."

I sighed deeply. "Farkas, this is my path now." I ran my fingers through
his chest hair. "I need to go and learn what the College is able to teach
me."

For a long time, these words were considered in his head. When he was done
thinking, I was fully clothed and my anus was beginning to tingle as it
dealt with not being assaulted anymore.

"Then I will take you." I was a little confused.

"They will worry when I am not here to be received..."

"Then leave word with the Jarl, your sister. I don't care, truthfully." He
let out a breath. "It would be better that I take you myself, rather than
worrying for weeks while you travel there, then I wait for a note to arrive
here. The journey should not take more than a few days." He smiled as best
he could.

"I don't know what to say..." I was more than a little taken back by his
request. Though it did feel more like a demand. So. I decided to test the
waters. "I don't know if this is..."

"It's not for discussion." He said bluntly. "Now I have to go before people
start noticing a naked Companion in the streets."

"Not everyone would be concerned." I smiled at him.

He smiled back, put a large hand behind my head and kissed me deeply.

"Be ready in half an hour." With that, he ran off, turning almost into the
wind itself.

"Half an hour?" And I ran towards Dragonsreach.



***



By the time that Farkas had come to get me, I was packed and ready. I was
not sure where my sister was at this early hour, but I also don't care. She
would be the only one that she had to care about now.

By the time that a shadow appeared in my bedroom door, I was drawing the
strings on a rucksack that I had bought when I heard that I would be
accepted to the College.

"Are you ready?" Farkas said to me from the shadows of the house.

The light that filtered into my room made me wonder if this was not some
I'll omen. Was going with him the way to the shadows? If I stayed here and
went with the College Guards, would I be be able to stay in the light of
the Nine? There was no way to tell as I walked out of my house for the last
time, hand in hand with Farkas until we reached the threshold.

The morning had become bitter and cold. There was no snow falling, but the
clouds above told me that they would soon let go of the frozen
droplets. There were few people out in the streets, only the one s that I
had expected at this hour. They did not see, to notice me as I grabbed a
fur cloak from just inside the house and wrapped it around myself.

Farkas was wearing his normal garb, massive arms exposed and a massive
sword strapped to his back. His entire presence diminished me, but made me
feel like nothing it he world could harm me.

It was a short trip to the gates, and the guards opened it for us without
asking any questions. Leaving the city wouldn't be a problem, why would it?

As with the last time that I left the gates, the wind picked up without the
high walls of Whiterun to protect us. So we went on, with nothing but the
boots on our feet, and the packs on our backs. It was an interesting
feeling, going out into the wilderness; farther than I had ever been. And
with this man, who I was confident in... I felt like the luckiest person in
the world.

It was at least an hour down the lonely road to Winterhold before we
stopped. We were North of Whiterun, just shy of The Pale. That wooded place
of the far North that many travellers avoided due to the lack of
towns. Most people chose to congregate in Dawnstar, it's capitol. But the
road we were on was a main one that would take us past Dawnstar and
Windhelm. There would be nothing before we reached our final destination
but wolves, bears, and caves. But these things did not bother me with the
mighty Farkas at my side.

When Farkas had collected a few sticks for a fire and removed his flint, I
kissed him gently on his cheek and made fire leap forth from the sticks.

"You've forgotten that I can wield magick?" I smiled.

His face did not show a reciprocating reaction. Instead, a stern voice
said: "I didn't ask for that."

I was a bit taken aback by the statement. Our aw had been without any sort
of conversation other than a brief discussion on if I had ever taken the
road before. Of course, my answer was a resounding no, which brought an end
to it. I felt as though he was angry with me, but my mind quarrelled with
itself since Farkas was bothering to spend about a week with me in order to
escort me to the College himself. He had to be worried about my well
being. He couldn't be mad at me... Could he?

We had stopped just before the forests of The Pale. Out in the open, he
shot a rabbit from our camp, and I levitated it towards us. Farkas was able
to make a hearty stew out of the animal, scrawny as it was. He had brought
some of the vegetables that were common in Whiterun: potatoes, carrots,
turnip, and the odd head of lettuce. They made for a delicious broth that
warmed me to the bone.

While eating, Farkas sat on a fallen log, and I placed my arm across his
legs, leaning on him. He did not protest, but he also did not show
affection back until I was finished. Then, a strong arm wrapped around me,
warming me while he ate.

It was high noon before Farkas had given the campsite his official nod of
approval. He covered it as if someone was following us, though there would
be no reason for someone to be doing so. Neither of us had money or
anything of value. Maybe Farkas' sword, but it held more sentimental value
than monetary.

So we walked on. I had never really been to The Pale, only occasionally
passing through it on an adventure that lead to nowhere. But I did so enjoy
traversing the land. It was a snowy and beautiful wonderland of nature. So
distant from the city and the complexity that it held. Here, the silence
was almost deafening as our feet crunched through the snow. More than once,
I heard something and turned my head to see what it was, only to see that
the noise had come from more than a kilometre away. A deer, or a tree
branch falling... It was all very surreal, very otherworldly to me.

Farkas seemed to not be effected by the reality of the world around us. He
was somehow able to concentrate on the road ahead, and nothing else.

We passed many a cave and mine that day, but did not stop. A few had
obvious signs of goblin habitation, but others seemed empty. But still. We
passed them. Even in the distance, we saw a few fires, signalling
camps. But Farkas lead us around them, avoiding them as best we could.

But when the night began to fall, we made our way off of the main road,
deep into the woods. There, Farkas pulled a great mass of fabric from his
pack, and fashioned it into a tent. There were no poles like some of the
more modern tents. Instead, he hung a rope between a few trees and hung the
fabric from them. The tent became enclosed, with three pieces that created
it. It was warm when I put my own pack inside.

But before I knew it, there were two rabbits on the fire that Farkas had
created himself. His distance from me began weighing heavily. I resisted
the immediate urge to cast a charming spell on him to get him talking.

"We must have covered a lot of distance today." I tried to say as casually
as possible.

Farkas smiled at me, then looked to the ground as if ashamed. "We have."
was all he said for a long time.

After a time, I stood up and walked over to him. Standing in front of him,
I placed my hands on his face, then sunk between his knees. His hands found
the back of my head and caressed it, showing much desired affection. My
head lay in his lap, neither of us getting hard. Only enjoying the
closeness.

An hour later when the stars were out, I awoke embraced in his arms. I
instantly felt the cold in my legs and arms that were exposed to the
elements. Struggling against the weight of his arms, I pulled out of his
grip. He awoke, but only slightly, and I was able to guide him into the
tent. We both fell asleep quickly, and awoke at the break of dawn.

That first morning, he made such love to me that I felt it the entire
day. He just pounced on me. No foreplay, no teasing. He just stuck his cock
inside of me and trusted until we both came torrents.

My desire for more of his cock made me only put on the fur cloak, tying it
up tightly.

Outside, I set a fire by throwing a small fireball at the ashes of the fire
from last night. This took some effort, as I had never really attempted to
set an everlasting fire. I had always just lit some fuel source on fire,
then left it to deal with itself.

But this... It was so different. I set the fire, then wandered into the
woods in search of food, only to feel the fire go out behind me. Returning,
I set the fire again, only to have the same process repeat itself.

It was then that I realized that I needed to somehow make my enchantments
permanent; something that Farengar had not taught me how to do, or even
brought up.

Luckily for me though, Farkas had had much better luck that I at finding
some food. Once again, the were two rabbits. He had them slung over his
shoulder, tied at the hind legs by a bit of twine. I smiled at him as he
approached, but he didn't return the smile. How could I break him?

He set about cleaning the rabbits, and I assumed that I would not get any
more sex this morning, so I went into the tent to change. The tent was
small, so I needed to kneel in order to dress appropriately. It was still
warm inside from our sleep and romp that morning, making me not really want
to leave. In fact, I curled up in the furs for a few moments and breathed
in Farkas' scent.

The sweat and the stench of cum filled my nostrils. Farkas' familiar smell
was dominant though, and I pulled the furry blankets towards my face to
breathe it in. Unknowingly, I fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke with Farkas' rough hand running over my cheek and up onto my
forehead. I had been sweating in my sleep, apparently it was restless. A
thin coat of sweat hung on my brow. Farkas said nothing, only stared at
me. So I took the opportunity to reach up and kiss him.

At first, there was hesitation in his body. He tensed up and withdrew his
hand. But slowly, his lips opened and accepted my tongue. They played
together for a little and then I withdrew, looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm leaving you." I said. "I don't want to, but I have to. It's
fate..."

He sighed deeply. "Our time together has been brief, almost too brief..."
He sighed again, breathing onto me, cooling the sweat on my face. "But if
it's what you need to do, then how can I stop you? It would be selfish."
Then he smiled. "And it will be one of the most difficult things that I
have ever done."

My heart melted a little. It sunk into my stomach and I kissed him
deeply. He pulled back from me when a smile parted us.

"We need to get moving. We have all of tonight..."

And with that, we ate, and moved on.



 ***



The cold became more and more bitter and wet as we proceeded north into The
Pale. The terrain became hilly and rocky the further north we went. Sparse
trees separated by long expanses of short grass and moss, with exposed
bedrock around. The wind swept by quickly, increasing the need for the
furry cloak that I had resting on my shoulders. I shivered.

" If you cannot deal with the cold of the Pale, then how will you deal with
the cold of Winterhold?" Farkas said with a laugh. "Perhaps it would be
best if we turned back?"

I conjured a flame cloak around me, providing me with warmth and
protection. At one point, Farkas stepped too close, and was slightly burned
by the heat. This made me smile a bit.

The day dragged on, slowly and monotonously. The sun traced its way across
the sky as the cold wind whipped at my face. I saw little of the scenery
since I kept my head firmly nestled in the hood of my cloak.

Very little was said between us as the scenery passed by. And there was
nothing really to say. The odd comment about the trees or the cold broke
the silence, but only for a minute or two. These quick conversations most
often ended with a chuckle, then an hour or so of silence. It became
strange after awhile, but I began to realize how little Farkas and I had in
common. Save for mutual lust for each other.

I became upset, unwilling to bring this up to Farkas, to ask him about
me. I just played over the situation in my head, of course, coming up with
the worst possible scenario.

"Farkas..." I said finally.

"Shh!" He snapped at me. I was a little taken aback by this, until I heard
something off in the distance. It sounded like horses galloping. And they
were galloping towards us.

"It's just horses." I said to him quietly, as if the unseen riders would be
able to hear us.

"No... It's not just riders. Don't you smell that?"

I smelled the air and it was strange, but I did not recognise the
smell. Whether it was an unpleasant smell, I could only guess at.

"I don't smell it..."

"Death..." Was all the Farkas said before drawing his sword.

The sound became faster, louder, as they riders approached us. From just
over the next hill, five dark shapes came. They closed in fast, and the
twilight followed them. It was a strange sight to see, and I knew that we
did not want to be in their path when they arrived.

I turned to flee with Farkas, but he stood his ground.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled at him, "We need to run! Who knows what
they are!"

"I do. I have encountered their kind before. Necromancers from the north,
near Dawnstar. It is said that they once were normal mages, until the
College in Winterhold fell... Then they went underground. They are
powerful, harnessing the power of Liches and the like to perform their dark
rituals."

"I have never dealt with dark magick..." I said wearily. "What do I do?"

He whispered my task to me, and ran off into the woods. I knew that I would
not like how this ended.

So I took my position, right in their path. I readied a protection spell,
stone flesh, in one hand, and the strongest lightning spell I could think
of in my other. Then I concealed my glowing hands in my cloak and began
hobbling towards the riders.

As their hooves shook the ground and made the sky dark, I clenched my jaw
in anticipation. This was a dangerous game that Farkas and I were playing,
and I hoped that he would make it to me in time. But I wanted to trust him,
and I needed to.

As the riders approached, one of the, gave a signal to the others. He
pointed at me and the other riders sped up. The riders encircled me, their
black stallions huffing clouds of mist into the chilled air. I was
frightened beyond words, and while I was instructed to say nothing unless
spoken to, I obeyed the rule without conscious decision.

Their white faces peeked out from beneath their black hoods. A strange
symbol adorned their breast, like a raven, blacker than their black robes
seated on a moon. It was difficult to see, but also seemed to shine in the
twilight as if it wanted to be seen.

Two of them separated, and a jet black stallion walked forward with eyes as
red as blood on the snow. The horse seemed angry, it looked like if there
was not a rider in it, it would become feral. Its harness was also black,
but seemed to be made of spikes and spare bits of metal that were fused
together sinisterly.

"Why, what do we have here? A willing victim? Or foolish traveller...?" The
man on the red eyed horse hissed at me, almost inhumanly.

"I am but a traveller sir, from Morrowind. I seek refuge in Dawnstar for my
leg which was attacked by a wild wolf." I lied.

The man studied me for a while, then smiled. "I smell no blood from
you. Kill him."

And a jet of lightning hit the shield that I threw up in front of me. My
eyes widened and the adrenaline pumped through me. My ward was soon
shattered by the onslaught of spells and hexes, but my stone skin
enchantment forced away much of the pain and damage. But I was in the
middle of them all, and I knew that if Farkas did not arrive soon, I would
be dead.

A flame cloak scared off the horses, making three of the riders dismount
while their horses fled not too far away and watched.

My hand clenched as the energy changed into a purple orb. Throwing it not
too far away, the orb crashed onto the ground, opening a purple, smoking
gateway from which a mighty flame antronach materialised. It's colours were
shades of purple, but they slowly faded to yellows, oranges, and reds. All
at once, it's body burst into flames, throwing off the rest of the smoke,
and it began launching fireballs at the Necromancers. It danced around them
like an exotic dancer from Hammerfell, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

One of the Necromancers became engulfed in fire and ran off into the
darkness screaming and flailing his arms. The others seemed undeterred by
their companions hasty retreat. They attacked me still.

The one who I assumed was their leader, on the black stallion with the red
eyes, waved a glowing hand and my flame antronach faded back into the
purple void that spawned it.

Quickly, I summoned up another one, and switching spells, cast a binding
spell which summoned an axe to my hand.

The antronach went chasing after another Necromancers, and I faced the
leader. I threw a lightning bolt at him, which a wall of pure magical
energy managed to block. But that spell was only for other spells, and I
threw my axe at his head.

Spinning though the air, a look of surprise flooded the mans face before it
turned into stone. The axe struck him, but bounced off effortlessly. The
stone face turned fluid, and smiled at me, bits of stones dust falling from
the cracks around his mouth. He stared at me with stone eyes like a statue
might.

But the spell couldn't last forever, so I summoned up daggers and began
throwing them at his stone skin. They bounced off and he let out a
bellowing laugh, like one that echoed through a canyon. His armour spell
was not wearing out at all, a feat I did not know how he accomplished. His
will must have been very strong to hold that spell.

As for my spells... Well, when the flame antronach dissipated, the other
Necromancers were free to join in on their leader's assault...

I wished that I knew the spells that they did. Jets of red shot towards me
and I felt nauseous, and pain that came from nowhere but my mind; it was
excruciating. Another jet of green light and I was flung into the air, my
body paralysed, but still being able to feel everything.

I tried to scream, but it only came out when I hit the ground.

 The man on the red eyed horse approached me with a smile visible, though
the rest of his face wasn't. "You are powerful young Mage... No doubt you
are on your way to the College of Winterhold no?" He laughed. "They will
limit your power... They will train you in the magick that they see fit!
They will not tell you what we know... The truth behind true power... Join
us young one. You could be great." His head tilted and a bolt of that red,
painful lightning hit me in the chest.

It hurt so much that it felt like my heart had stopped working. It felt
like my rib cage was collapsing inwards, crushing my lungs, making it
missile to breathe. Every moment was agony until the lightning stopped.

"So what say you youth?" I coughed blood from my mouth. "Do you want to
death? Or to join those that command it?" A series of purple plumes of
smoke rose out of the ground, producing the skeletons of long dead
warriors. Magick held their bones together, and they held everything from
long, powerful looking swords, to strange bows. Many of them seemed to
smile at me, though impossible. "Well?"

A howl from nearby answered.