I stood up, and brushed the dust off of my clothes. No one paid attention to me, they were watching the current Breton getting tested. I cursed at my misfortune. I probably didn’t even deserve the name Stormwind anymore. I would be erased from the memories of my family due to my failure... A Faceless figure in a cruel world.
Where I would fail, others would succeed, it would appear. Andore stood across from the mage, ready to cast his ward. When the stun spell rushed at him, his ward did not falter. Andore did more than deflect the ward, though. Once he was in contact with the spell, he absorbed its magicka, and directed a stun spell of his own at the old mage. The mage was easily able to counter the attack, of course, and all was silent for a few moments.
He walked over to Andore, who was shivering in fear. As the mage loomed over him, he fell to his knees. “I’m sorry,” he pleaded “I-” He was cut off mid-sentence by the mage. “Apologize?! For showing your extraordinary talent with magic?” He exclaimed, taking Andore’s hand and raising it to the sky “This boy is fit to be a Master Wizard!” All of the Bretons cheered.
I felt no pride for my brother. Jealousy coursed through me, filling me with anger. Why was he able to succeed where I failed? Why had the Aedra gifted him, but not me?
I could not bear to show my face to the other Breton children, so I kept to the shadows to remain unseen. I had always been good at that.
The city of Daggerfall was a vast place, but I knew my way around it well enough. I knew there was no point in returning home. I had been cast out of House Stormwind for sure.
As I walked the streets, I noticed the different people littering them. Merchants shouted at people as they came by.
“Are you an alchemist in need of exotic ingredients? From Nirnroot to Daedra hearts, I sell anything you need from all over Tamriel!”
I peered at his wares, before turning away in disgust. I continued to wander, before coming across an Orcish merchant with all manners of weapons laid out on a display table. Interested, I came over. An exotic-looking dagger were among various swords, maces, axes, and bows.
“How much for the dagger?” I asked, knowing I had no money.
“Eh. 15 coins, Orchalcum weapons can only be forged by very skilled smiths.” he replied.
“I think I’ll pass,” I said. There was only one way to get that dagger, I thought. And it might not be legal.
Chapter 1: http://www.tesof.com/topic-the-dawn-of-shadows