2 Run Boy, Run

A young boy by the age of 12, could be he ran through forest. His bright goldish hair could be it been unkept for a while. His green eyes could be seen full of dread and demoralized of any hope of living. He keeps on looking back as he was expecting someone or something to crept on him or get him at last.

As his clothes were in tatter due to being on the road for days, months? It does not matter, as along he could live. His foot has been bleeding for his shoes had gone riddle of holes. His fragile body could be seen, as if he gone days without any food.

He falls onto the floor, as his body was at its limit, for it been push beyond its means. He begins to crawl under a hidden tree stomp, as he exhausted and beyond worn out. As he drifts to sleep, he starts remembering as it started all on that cursed day. As the morning shine upon his village, just like any other day, another boring day. Nothing ever happened in his village for it was safe, and well-kept by adult of the village for they were proud Atmorans.

They were warriors who had fought with Ysgramor against the snow elves, as they were proud warriors of Atmorans. Although He was no longer a pure atmorans for he had never lived in their ancestor's home. For his grandfather told stories of atmorans and how they were driven due to civil war of their homeland. Thus, arrived here, at this land for the cold air doesn't even compare to their land as for them they see the cold air as freshening breeze and a land without war.

But it all change with the dragon cult they worship became worse and worse, their brutality's and tyranny became harsher through each day. where we died due to whims of a bored dragons for their leader Adluin was nothing more than savage brutal leader. Thus, many villages begin to revolt and tried breaking free from the dragon cult and trying to put Adluin down with power of the thu'um against the dragons. Our village was one of those village who had supported the dragons, but we had a traitor among our mist, were he opened the gates to our enemy. Thus, begin to slaughter us as if, they were no different than the dragons. They butcher and killed men, woman even children for they fear of revenge. My mother had hidden me under the boards of the house, during the time of raid.

Thus, through a peek into the hole, as I saw those animals, ravage my mother, and slaughter her, as they begin to burn down the house. As I silently graved that into my mind, as revenge begin to blossom in my heart. My hatred grew and grew has I begin to dig my nails into my hand, until they bleed. I quietly sobbed as I no longer heard the screams and embers crackling in the air. I silently got up from the boards and stared at the burnt corpse of my mother. As I silently let a wailed of grief and snot as tears ran down my face.

I begin to bury my parent's corpse, as looked around unable to recognize the home I had lived ever since I was born.

Soon I heard footstep behind me, as I realized those Fuckers never left. I got and made a ran for it, into woods for it was my only salvation.

And they chased like pack of wolves, as they chased me down for months. No matter how many times, I jumped in creeks or made a random turn. They chased, for they had dogs and they were trained to hunt those who had slipped through their fingers during the raid.

Thus, I am here, hiding under this tree, hopping they wouldn't find me. But soon my destiny was going to change for I found a way to fight back.

Soon it was daybreak, I gotten up for they must have gotten my scent, so I begin to pack any berries I could find and drink from the stream of the river. Thus, made my journey south, to escape from this land and plot my next move. I ran until all sudden a bolt landed near me, I cursed under my breath, as my foot begin to throb from the pain and cuts baring on my foot.

Soon another bolt nearly hit my head for it wasn't for a branch blocking the way. Soon wolves begin to howl as they were running close. As the ground would tremble due to them riding horses.

Then I lost my foot, as I slipped down a hill, as I nearly hit a rock that was sticking out and landed in an ancient old crypt into the mud, as it softens my landing. but not without breaking my legs and my few ribs. I could hear the wolf's howls becoming louder, as I begin to crawl towards ancient room. soon I heard voices, as they had arrived near the crypt entrance. Luckily, I had a head start due to me falling near the end

???"find that boy, no survivors from the dragon cult so be left"

A group of men screamed as they counter traps or spiders, or even worse creature.

One man screamed "Daedra cult to arms" as he tried to rally his friends to his calls

Daedra Cult" How dare your blasphemous creature trespass into the sacred place of Mehrunes Dagon"

Soon fighting and screaming begin as both party clash with each other, I soon came face to face to the largest armor I've ever seen.

The little boy exclaims in surprise "is this a giant armor?" as he heard story of from his grandfather.

Soon he heard a deep sinister voice " why don't you touch it? don't you want revenge?" As the boy became surprised of the voice, as his hand begin to touch the armor without his knowledge.

Soon the boy scream as his body dissolved into dust as his soul was sucked into the armor. The voice rang again "ah yes, now things will be different"

Soon The armor begins to stand, standing the same height as a giant would, breaking through the ceiling of the crypt.

"let the hunt begin" as a hollowed voice rang from the armor, as it begins to walk towards the sound of fighting, creating destruction and massacre ever where it went.