WARNING: this section is Unrefined...meaning it has not been edited much or Has many errors...but its here to give you an idea of what comes after the last part
What felt like only an second later Cyrill became aware of his surroundings, but his head felt like its was spinning and he felt sick and dizzy. He could feel the warmth of a close by fireplace on the bare skin of his back and the faint talk of a few men in a room near by. Cyrill opened his eyes only to realize that they were covered with a peice of his own shirt so he went to reach up to remove it, but to his dimay he was also tied to the chair which he sat upon. The door creeked open and a man dressed in a riped green robe walked silently and slowly towards Cyrill. The man carried a cup containing the leftovers of his own soup which he could not finish. "here drink this... I am goin to remove your blindfold and ask you a couple questions, but this time you will not be harmed." the man spoke softly as if to easy Cyrill's fear.
The blindfold slipped away shortly after and the dim lit room came to focus. The man before Cyrill stood within the light and the first thing he noticed is the glimmer of mettle through the rips of the mans robe. "I am Dryden... I know as a pawn of the king you know of me" spoke the man soflty but with a harsh note. Cyrill could not understand what the man was talking about and said "pawn?..Of the king...what king...I don't even know who I am...were I'm from...or who you are for that matter!". At that moment 2 more men walked in the door both holding a large mug of ale and lightly clad in armour. Dryden Hung his head in frustration "That is bull s**t my dear friend... I know what you are! why do you bother to LIE" Doral stood up quickly " you elite terrorize us. You come with your fancy armour looking for sport and preach as if you are gods among MEN! Flaunting your skills you kill all those who know how to fight and you make us know and fear...THAT MARK...." Dryden voice now boomed as he ranted on untill he drew his sword and pointed it to Cyrills throat and spoke in a low tone " now scum you will speak or die..you will know the fear which my brother knew when he would not answer those questions that one night. I swear if you lie to me I will paint that chair, my blade and this floor around you the colour of DEATH" A figure swept into the room suddenly and drew his sword and stuck Dyrden's blade from cyrill's face. "You shall not harm then prisoner... you know damn well that he is not one of them!" the man spoke coldly. "but Doral...brother... he has the mark... he has all the traits of one" Dryden's strong voice melts into calmer younger sound. Doral then asked Dyrden to list the traits of the elite " well... one they the wierd colour hair....His is Blue, the mark..which he has...and the insane abilities.." Doral grined and said "Dryden dear brother..please.. repeat the last one". Now knowing what doral was getting at Dryden repleated.."insane abilities" in a low tone. Cyrill looked upon the two mens faces in compleat confusion and ovious relief of the turn in events. "Now Dryden please untie this good sir...seems if he was one he isn't anymore..BUT he may not leave untill I give the word..otherwise treat him as a guest".
Cyrill was moved to a room of his own, thought he was under guard out side his door, he was left alone. "what the hell are they all talking about...Elites?...this town is nuts...I have to get some money to get out" Cyrill mind wandered about many things...the field... the events in the past 2 months and even more so the events in the last couple days; his thought also frustrated him to no end because he didn't know anything before the field,but he never returned to that spot dispite the feeling of something he should remember there. 2 hours later Cyrill retired to bed drifted into an uneasy sleep.
"my son" a voice spoke. "my son can you here me....you have made the trip well, but I cannot find you..I miss you" the voice said again as if sad to not have cyrill there. Cyrill looked upon himself he wore a suit of light armour and his skin glowed with a strange warmth. "I'm your son?...but I do not remember..". the voice took a minute to reply but sounded soothing and calm "of course you don't...I would not expect you too after their trick...I want to give you what they stole, but you have to do it on your own...you have to think my son..think were it is". Cyrill twisted around rapidly and there lay a sword: a long Katana etched with blue symbols..which odly he could translate to "Shail". Cyrill walked up to the sword and reached out to grab it, but it quivered as if it had life and slid away several feet. "son you have to rememeber. You have to feel its call....it is calling you..it wants to show you" Cyrill listened to the mans voice,but something seemed wrong now the abyse of white that surounded him. in the distence A blackness creeped towards him in a shadowy cloud grasping and clawing at the light. Cyrill ran away from the shadows but slowy the cloud overtook him....his armour cracked and flaked off his body and he began to bleed from his skin without wounds. He dropped to his knees and cried out to the voice " IF YOU MY FATHER THEN WHY!......why can't you help me...". The voice instantly responded in a stern voice " it is too soon yet...the confilict will tear you apart.....the ...only ....chance...yo....h..ve "
the voice broke up to a yell in cyrills ear "wake up! WAKE UP! its just a dream you nut! Cyrills Eyes opened wide as he gasped a breath of air. "get away...I have to get out..GET away..." cyrill threw the man aside and grabed his sword from his belt. Cyrill Dashed through the door and stoped to look around: sword in hand and breathing rappidly he turned to face the guard who was outside the door. "so the rat is goin to try 'n' make a break for it" the guard lunged blade drawn at cyrill whos was barly able to reflect the blow "please just let me GO!" Cyrill went to fight back but the blow struck the guards armour. In a flash the guard twisted and hit cyrill with the butt of his sword then grabed his hand to twist the sword out of his grasp. "you are no elite..even this Im sure of!,nbut I have my orders" the guard threw cyrill back. then lifted his blade and swung the finish blow towards Cyrills chest. A flash came over cyrill as he felt his body make movements on its own accord. His feet straitened and he could see the blade comming as if slower then normal. then he lefted both arms andhit the sword tips side one way and the center another making the blade fold like paper. the sensation emptied from his body as the guard noticed what cyrill just did.. " what the bloody hell!...you are one!..." the guard stumbled back droping his bent blade..."please...don't...just leave...." Cyrill looked at his hand almost as freaked as the guard but quickly turned and ran down the hall. A couple men took notice and took up a chase but cyrill made it out of the building the Moonlight clearly lit everything
Cyrills blood ran cold as 3 men stood in the street. They stood still and silently in black and red armour and looked up at cyrill in unison and began to walk towards the steps before the door. Cyrill soon realized who they were when those who chased him outside froze in there tracks stunned and unable to move. "Cyrill Omarie by the order of the king you will come with us... resist and we will fail the objective of you being alive..or you can choose to cooperate" cyrill Franticly looked around trying to spot a sfe way to get away but all that was to be seen was clear streets and tight packed buildings the shaded figures filled the allies around. Cyrill turned and faced his captors. "W-why....?" cyrill paused quickly..."WHY the hell am i so importiant.... " the guard at the bottom of the steps yelled out "please don't test me Mr Omarie!" Cyrill's life flashed for a breef second before his eyes and he cried out..."WHAT AM I!" What is this vision I see...first a dream now while I'm awake...""Mr Omarie! you tested me on the wrong day" the man interupted while walking up the steps. Dorals men raised their weapons And Cyrills hair stood on end. In an instant cyrill droped to the ground intime to dodge the mans blade. Cyrills Mind raced and everything seemed so clear. the mans movements became easy to read and flaws in his style stood out as if highlighted. In an instent while the man swung his sword Cyrill struck his wrists downword and bent his arm backwords breaking it. Everyone stood in a stuned amazment. Both Dorals men and the elites baffled that the Officer was taken down by an unarmed man...and only having time to swing....twice...
Cyrill picked up the sword and retreated inside,but not without pushing the Man down the stairs. Dorals men quickly withdrew and slamed the doors just as the rest of the officers outside slamed against it. "Hurry cyril this way!!" Doral stood down the hall pointing into a hatch in the floor. "the door won't hold and neither will the men...they will take a diffrent way though... so come, now!"
Cyrill had expected some dark hnd dug tunnel with a dim and damp appearence, but it was just as nice as any hall in a house. What seemed like every twenty feet doral cut a rope which lowerd a handmade gate from the roof. although made of wood and rope it locked itself to the floor. "this will slow any persuit force down...you may not realize it but Dryden Is actualy quite the tactition!" Doral spoke proudly "now we must move faster... the path my guards are taking is much shorter so we want to get out before them" after a while of running through the underground complex doral stoped at a door. The halls kept going but Doral waved cyrillover "this one" He opened the door and told cyrilltogo first. Once through he cut another rope and this time a thin brick wall slide slowly on their side of the door. Cyrill smiled and said " I take it thats so they think that door is just a tick door.." "you bet..like a said he is truely exelent" replied Doral. They now stood in a house dimly lit and full of more of Dorals men. One stood from his seat at the table "SIR!? why are you here has something happened?"there was a short pause then Doral looked at Cyrill. "I think I am understanding a little bit more about thies Elites of our ("good" wink king"... Doral sat Faced his men "get this boy a sword... seems that they want you...I don't know if they are looking to convert you or recover you"
Suddenly in the street a door burst open two houses away and seveal of dorals men poured out some with woundedon their shoulders. Other doors opened in the streets and people poured out non of which wore armour but held a weapon of sorts. Cyrill stood to the side of one window watching as the lights in the house went out. "How do you have so many Men Doral.... you are just a Rebal leader...but you have what seems lke an endless army" Doral stood next to Cyrill watching the mob outside beat down the few Officers trying to get out of the house down the street. "lets just say....before I was a rebal I was not a common man....and much was taken from me...exept my supporters". Doral drew the curtians and sat down as if the fight wasn't happening outside. "Cyrill... I think its time to tell me about those "dreams" and "visions" you've been having"
Weeks passed and the the resistence decreased steadly. The King continues to hold an iron gripover his people and snuff out any hidouts he could find.
"I think we havedone well" one man said to the officers around the table "and I thinkwe shouldtoast to the release of the old!" everyone raised there glass exept one "I will toast to you getting run through, but not this...they are still out there" everyone laughed and drank. "You really believe they just went away with a few burnt houses and the deaths oflowly resistence fighters!?" the man rose from his chair "you think those brothers just threw away the old Armies... the ones that didn't meet us in battle that day... AND DO YOU THINK" A strong voice interupted the man "what does it matter. I have the land, I controll the cities and hold fait of those both dead an alive in the palm of my hands.... Though you are right Zief; Cyrill still does not stand beside us... but he holds nothing, represents nothing.." "but father... you and I both know...the risk...if he isn't bound to our system he cannot be limited... he will regain..." The King stood and staired down the table at Zief. the whole room was so silent that the Rain outside dominated their ears. Zief turned from the table and went forthe door .." you belive what you will father but in the last momentsin the cavern iwatched him crumble ad fade away...but what i felt was not normal..." the door slamed behind Zief and the King sat down. hands On his head leaning back in his chair. "I want him found....I want this rebelion crushed....stability here will make it there...but if we are to slow....what happens there will happen here...we will be over run" The men around the table nodded at the Kings words and turned to their plates silently.
A long hour passed and everyone had rmained silent. The King stood and steped from his chair. "no one will understand what we are trying to do!" he spoke softly to the men at the table "no one will because they do not understand... they call me the fasle king.. and I am indeed... but when he couldn't do anything to stop me I took everything!" . he walked from t room and everyone rose to their feet and bowed to him. The short stone hall stretched throught the dinning section to the servent rooms and then branched off to the main hall. "how I feared what I am now...this shel of a body hides me..makes the past seem like a dream" He walked slowly talking to himself untill he reached the doors. Two guards stood Before it and bowed to the king " Good evning sire! Going outside?" the King nodded and the men opened the door. The coartyard stretched far into sight and was very unbefitting to his reputation. Floral guardens Stretched the edge of the path Glistening from the recent rain. the whole thing eluminated by torches set along the path as well. From the steps Of the great building He could ee the twisting pattern of the path lined with dots of fire and colour standing out in the night. "how easy it is to say peace..how easy it is to say war... But no one knows what it is to be Gifted...I forsaw a great future...it taunted me for years and now I have the power to forge it, but alas somehting is missing" as he finished his thought he Became aware of footsteps in the garden very close by. "And maybe you missed something...what if this is all wrong" Ziefs Voice spoke from the otherside of the shrubbs "before all this you were nothing but the Commander Omarie... Cyrodill omarie...you fell to the taint. you gave yourself up to the fallen" and yet You invision a time of some sort of peace" Zief walked from around the shrubbs "I always thought you a fool father... I....I am here fora much more simple thing..Power.. the one thing that can be gained here and not there... thies men will bow to anyone holding the sword and coin purse" they both were silent fora minute then Cyrodill spoke "you are the one who gave into the taint...I could have left you to be but one of thies mortal men Zief...I could have Ignored your fall and left you anable to find your sword...your power... I don't care what you think about my ideals..but the endless fight between light and dark must end...if it does then both relms will enter a calm...with one force in controll." Zief Walked past his father towards the doo "your still a fool... and know this..If ever you show weakness in your strenght I will take controll..and forge my own vision!"
cyrill the fallen angel Community Member 
|
|
