» Fri Jul 05, 2013 10:40 am ((( This is a short version of the story I wrote while playing Skyrim. I hope you enjoy! )))
(( P.S: There are no spoilers ))
Edgar Aefnung was an average Nord, growing up in the fairly sleepy village of Shor's Stone, just North of Riften, where he worked as a miner with his father since aged 5. He always aspired to be more than a simple miner and went on adventures whenever he could. One day, Edgar ventured North to Winterhold, where things got decidedly more darker.
Walking into the once vast city, he sees a man kill someone and drag their body away. Edgar, infuriated by criminals, sprinted after the man like a crossbow bolt and slit his throat with ease. The guards quickly arrived and confronted Edgar. Knowing he had to respect the law, he submitted and was taken to The Chill. He spent but a mere hour in the cell, guarded by an Atronach when he managed to pick the lock and jump out of the cell, slaying the atronach in a few swings of his sword. He gives a wry smile before heading for the exit. Suddenly, 3 Atronachs come from seemingly nowhere and attack him. Knowing out in the open he would be obliterated, he ran back into the tunnels where he knew only 1 could enter at a time. Slaying one after the other, he was victorious, however he had taken a brutal beating. He knew he couldn't return to Winterhold, let alone see it, he knew he was stranded in the middle of a whiteout with no idea of direction and surrounded by icy water... Until he saw a huge rock to his west. The rock seemingly glowing in the midday haze, he began walking for it, hoping it was close so he could find somewhere to rest.
He walked past Septimus Signus' Outpost, knowing Septimus wouldn't help and marched on. Only option was to swim, or risk losing sight of the rock, losing his bearings and remaining lost. Swimming in the icey waters was a challenge. The ice seemingly burning the skin away; his breath being harder and harder to catch and the Horkers inquisitively watching him from the shore. Whenever he met land, it seems as though there was always something waiting for him. He hacked and slashed his way through Wolves, Sabre-toothed Tigers and even the odd Ice Wraith. His wounds from the Atronachs were beginning to hurt worse as the skin was being tightened by the icey surroundings. He met cliff after cliff; enemy after enemy and relentless cold after relentless cold. He saw trees near the rock meaning the area would be slightly warmer. This drove him on further.
Climbing up one cliff, he saw the rock that had saved his life. It was right next to Nightcaller Temple, high above Dawnstar, and stood marginally higher. This rock may seem like a normal rock to anyone else, but this rock was the only thing helping him continue. Were it not for this rock, Edgar may sure have perished. The biting cold, the relentless whiteout and the ferocious winds as well as the beatings Edgar took would have surely meant his demise, however, this rock alone gave him the courage and maintained his determination to continue. He leant against the rock to catch his breath before walking the short journey down to Dawnstar, where the locals saw him in a bad way and aided him, escorting him to Windpeak Inn, healing him and nursing him back to health.
Though it is unofficial, Edgar always calls that unnamed rock that saved him: "Salvation rock". He regularly visits to pay his respects to the rock. When people call him "weird" for paying respects to a rock, he merely looks at them and says "I'm weird for paying respects to a rock, yet you're not weird for worshiping a chunk of metal you call a shrine?" which usually shuts them up.
( Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think about it. )
