Sel, Chapter 2 Options

[Dantrag]

In those days, I was quite wild. I searched for adventure in everything. and more than once, I looked for fights. I find it sad that other people made excuses for me, even when I refused to give one for myself. I was often convinced I was right, such as in the time I tried to rob a Legion fort and got caught. Then, I got out of trouble because of my 'horrible childhood'. Looking back, it wasn't so horrible until the deaths started happening.

-Selenil Vendas

"Sh!" A ten- year-old Sel ordered his sister as he put his finger over his lips. "You don't want us to get caught again, do you?"

Vysi put on a pouty face and shook her head 'no'.

"Stay here." he whispered, handing Vysi a piece of bread.

They were hidden in a storage closet in Fort Buckmoth eating some bread that was stored in the crates. They often went there when they got hungry, and had only been caught once. That hadn't been pretty; their mother was less than happy to say the least.

Sel wanted more than bread this time though; he wanted some gold; hat way his family could have more than two changes of clothing each. Besides, why pass up an opportunity for adventure?

He sneaked out the door of the storage room and made his way up the stairs; he was disappointed in the fact that the corridor was lighted. He peered under the closed door to the next room, the soldiers were drinking and lagughing loudly. Sel even thought he heard a song somewhere in the choas of noise. Smiling, he made his way into what he had found out days before was the Fort commander's quarters. He opened the door, now confident that he would have no trouble. He stood straight up and opened the door. To his dismay, the commander wasn't one to drink.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

Sel stood there wide-eyed for a moment before finally taking off down the hallway. Unfortunately for him, the commander did too.

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It's short, but hey, it's really late here.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Nov 27 2005, 05:39 AM

[Dantrag]

Thanks MerGirl and Kiln; by bumping this thread up, you reminded me about the update i wrote!

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Sel opened the door and walked into the building called 'Under Skar'. He stood on a long, suspended bridge, looking down. As he brought his head up, he saw that his own bridge connected to many others, and that there was a scary-looking guard looking at him.

"Are you lost, kid?" the guard asked, not unkindly.

"Umm, I'm trying to go to school. Where do I go?"

"Here, I'll take you there myself." the guard replied, holding out his hand. Sel imagined that the guard might be smiling, but he couldn't exactly see through the helmet.

As they walked, the guard started talking about how lucky he was to be going to school; especially a Redoran one. He even said that Master Sarethi himself.

None of it really interested Sel, but he was polite; this was, after all, the first guard that had ever acknowledged him without yelling curses and chasing him.

"Right through these doors; from here you'll be told where to go."

With that, the guard went back to his normal patrol.

After waving good-bye to the guard, Sel swallowed hard and walked through the door. A dunmer woman sat behind a desk, and before greeting him, looked in a large book on the desk.

"Hmm...you must be Selenil, correct?"

"Sel." the young dunmer corrected.

The woman ignored him and told him where to go from there. WHen Sel asked if she would take him, she merely ignored him. When he asked again, she told him to go away.

Sel followed her directions while stomping his feet in anger. He found his classroom, and looked at his new classmates. There were children of all different races, and there was his teacher, teaching them all how to read.

Sel stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

When he finally noticed his new student, the teacher smiled. "You must be Selenil."

"Sel." he tried correcting again.

"Alright then, Sel. Have a seat inbetween Aril and Retin there." he said, pointing to where he should go.

Sel sat down on a rather comfortable mat beside a breton girl he guessed to be Aril, and a dunmer boy about his age who was Retin.

"I am Master Sarethi, but you can call me Athyn." his teacher continued when he had sat down.

Sel nodded and after he got a few papers and instructions on what they were doing, he got to work. For about ten seconds. He got extremely bored and began staring into space and immersed himself into a daydream.

When he came back to the real world, he found himself with an interesting book in front of him; it had pictures of a battle on it, so he began listening to what Athyn had to say.

Sel found that it was about Lord Nerevar, and the young dunmer found that he wanted a flaming sword like the legendary hero.

"So I want you to memorize all of those false incarnates I told you about."

Sel took the list of the people, and the only one he could remember was Peakstar; that name made him want to laugh. Who names their child Peakstar?

Before he knew it, class was over, and he was back on the rope bridge. He waved at who he thought was the guard that had helped him, but when the guard said something about brats, Sel guessed that it wasn't the same one.

Sel was outside again, and found that he didn't want to go home; not just yet. So he looked around, lingering for quite awhile at the blacksmith shop.

If I could afford a sword, I would practice all day and be as good as Nerevar. he thought, but he couldn't afford it. After searching his pockets, he only found an old piece of bread that he had been saving and a few rocks that he used in his sling. (Before his mother took it away for hitting travellers.)

With a sigh, Sel made the long walk to the outskirts of Ald'ruhn where his mother was no doubt worried sick or ready to kill him. She was unpredictable like that.