Arcane Arrows & Burning Blood: The Burning Blood Chapter 1

• Posted by Tompa May 5, 2013 - 866 views

  The Burning Blood

  Chapter 1
  Troubled Dreems

  With sun rays in his face, Sting wakes up, still with a trickle of pain searing in his veins. He stands up and looks around, finding himself outside the stables of Whiterun. To his right, the Khajiit traders was packing their tents and getting ready for travel. In the stables stood a couple of horses, waiting to get groomed. Sting looked back and up towards the walls of Whiterun. 
    "I cannot stay here", Sting mumbled for himself. He folded his leather sleeves and looked at his hands and arms, which were glowing blue. "What has happened to me?
  He strode forwards, past the stables, to the carriage. As he reached the carriage driver he asked: "Can you take me to Winterhold?"
  The driver gave Sting an odd look, but said:
   "If you can pay the fee I will. But I do not want to know about any magic nonsense in my cart."
  Sting nodded and gave the coins to the driver. He climbed up in the carriage. Very soon, Sting had drifted back into a troubled sleep.

  "Son, now be off to the college. Curse your Bosmer mother", said a voice. "Why didn't you get more magicka in you, like I have. Now, off with you!" 
  The young Sting steps out of the house, and starts to trod through Winterhold. He had just been sent out of the house, by his father. A stubborn, stern and, many times, evil High Elf. He had been a Master Enchanter and had always forced Sting to learn what he knew. Sting was a protegee, who learned it all. But ten years ago, in a rage, his father had conjured a bolt of lightning, hitting Sting's mother. From that day, Sting loathed his father more than anything else.

  The sky stood black, even though it was midday. Heavy clouds crossed the sky and the sea was in disarray. It rained heavily and Sting was nearly close to fly with the hard wind. Suddenly he stopped, thinking. "I don't have to go to the college."  He looked up towards the great structure that was the College of Winterhold. Then he looked back at his house, and shook his head. "I don't have to go there, just because he said so." 

  He decided, right there and then, that he would live in the woods, by himself. Without any preparations at all, he darted off, past the jarl's longhouse, up the hill, going south. Upon reaching the top of the hill, he turned around, looking down at the village and the college. As his eyes reached the college, his heart skipped a beat. On the horizon, a great wave was quickly closing in to the shore and the village. For a moment, he thought he had to run down there, to save his father. With a shrug, he turned around and ran off. In the distance, beyond the mountain, Sting heard the big clash when the wave hit the village.

  Sting woke up from his dream, drenched in sweat and in pain. The carriage driver stopped and turned around, as Sting grunted. With a scream, the driver pushed Sting out of the carriage, and commanded the horse into a gallop. Sting screamed at the carriage, as it darted off. Wondering what just had happened, he looked at his hands. The blood veins were glowing light blue, but his pain started to go away. He got to his feet, making sure he had his bows at his back. He then started to walk towards what he thought was north.