The Prophecy

"It's been 112 years since that dreaded day........" said Ysgramor in a muffled tone.  Ysgramor was a tired war hero. Known for many of his heroic feats but one act stands above them all, The war in Volunruud.  Ysgramor lives in Castle Solitude with all his servants. His room is at the very peak of the castle secluded from everyone else except Fraila. "Tell me what has been troubling your mind all this day my Lord" said Fraila, she was a pale skinned but kind-hearted woman that took care of everything that Lord Ysgramor needed while in seclusion.  Ysgramor explained to Fralia the events that occurred that tragic day. "Long ago my army faced off against the Aldmeri Dominion troop, I saw my companions drop dead one by one on the battlefield." he said.  " That must have been very painful to watch my lord" said Fralia with a pitiful expression. " No!, I've seen a lot of brave men die under my leadership and that does not haunt my sleep" Ysgramor Shouted. 

Fralia trembled and fell to the floor staring deep into Ysgramor's eyes, he had a stare unlike any other, his had a ferociousness that would send chills down your spine and leave you breathless for a moment. "I'm sorry my love" said Ysgramor while holding sweet Fralia tight with his battle-worn arms.

A few days have passed  and over by the village, the townsfolk show concern over a string of murders that have surfaced all over Solitude.  "By the Gods! who could've done such a thing" yelled the towns guard while glancing at the victim, the body had his face mauled right off and had his entrails all chewed up.  "a Wolf pack maybe" said one of the shaken-up townsfolk.  "I've seen my share of wolf attacks and these bites are bigger....." the town guard answered,  "What about the Prophecy? maybe it's not a legend after all, we've had 7 deaths just as gruesome as this in one week" argued a town folk .  "Silence! all of you, stop this nonsensical argument over prophecies and wolves and let me have a moment of silence with Arnjorn" cried Arnjorn's mourning wife, at that moment everyone realized that Arnjorn the hard working and charismatic blacksmith became another victim.  "We will see to it that each men and women receive a proper burial" said the town guard in a sorrowful tone.

1 hour later news about the murder spree arrived at Castle Solitude's footsteps.  "My best men are working on the case as we speak Captain, there is nothing to worry about" said Ysgramor with a very assertive look in his eyes.  "Very well, I trust these matters in your capable hands, My Lord" replied the Captain as he leaves with a somewhat relieved expression on his face.   "Fralia, come my dear it is time for you to know the truth that i promised you" spoke Ysgramor while lovingly embracing her that she felt melting away in his arms.  Fralia look at him fearing what this "truth" might be.  "Sit here besides me milady"  Fralia sat down beside him, observing his movements and the anguish on his face.

"You remember the stories of my victory at Volunruud?" Ysgramor asked.  "Yes I have heard all the silly tales and nonsensical babble around it, but it cannot be true because that happened 112 years ago....." she answered.   "Fralia..... I died during that battle, as i reached Sovngarde (heaven for warriors) a mysterious figure offered me the chance to redeem myself and vanquish all my foes, "If I raised my sword in his name all that remain shall be slain" he said. I gladly accepted the offer and rise up to the sight of every single man on the battlefield was ripped to shreds, everyone suffered the same fate and I remained in the middle of it all drenched in putrid blood from my comrades and foes alike."

Fralia was shocked by this and ran away crying.  "Stop! Fralia being immortal is not as bad as you would think" he said while holding her arm tight.  "Let me go you monster! ghost! demon-spawn! I dont even know who or what you are anymore" she cried frenetically.

"Im your lover......" whispered Ysgramor before kissing her passionately.

As the clock hits midnight all that is heard is the constant ringing of the church bell meanwhile the sky becomes pitch-black with only a red moon staring over Solitude.

The red moon looks as if it was painted with blood, as Ysgramor sees this by his bedroom window he instinctively tosses Fralia aside and tells her to run.  He then starts squirming all over the floor as he sheds his skin, growling and barking his mouth and nose elongates to that of which resembles a wolf.  Fralia whispers "The Prophecy of the blood moon is true......you're a Lycanthrope" as she runs out of his room and straight down long seemingly endless flight of stairs that separate Ysgramor's room from the rest of the castle.    

Ysgramor now fully transformed into a Lycan howls at the bloodied moon before rushing behind his midnight prey which in this case is her lover Fralia.  She is moving through the stairs as quickly as possible but she inevitably trips and falls, now the Lycan jumps on top of her mauling and biting her beautiful and delicate face.   A cloud slowly blocks the moon stopping Ysgramor's madness. "What have I done!!!" he screams with the agony and pain of losing your soul-mate.  Immediately a maniacal laughter drowns the church bell and can be heard all over the village.  The 112 year old mysterious figure stands in front of Ysgramor, "Hahahaha again you indulge in your feral needs" the figure says.  "You demon!! what wretched curse have you laid upon me" Ysgramor yells.  "You thought that that kind of power didn't come with a price? you see in exchange for your immortality I made you the main terror of this village , but more importantly every blood moon The Prophecy would be completed again" answered the floating figure.   "Prophecy? WHAT PROPHECY!!!" cried Ysgramor in pain.   "Hahahahaha that no matter how many years you live no beauty would ever be safe with a mangy beast like you" the laughing figure replies before vanishing in to nothingness. 

As soon as the mysterious figure faded away so did the cloud that blocked the moon.

Ysgramor resumed his Lycan state and continued eating away at her lovers body,  the Lycan stares at the bloody moon and howls away as the Prophecy is completed once more.