"Falin, we need to eat, you should the hunting because you are the best with the bow. Sauriil will cook the meat, the rest of us need to find shelter for the night, perhaps a cave." (since I am the king of Orsinium, Makor's son, Mogrul will take my place just letting you know so it won't be weird, that I just leave my kingdom.)

"Falin, we need to eat, you should the hunting because you are the best with the bow. Sauriil will cook the meat, the rest of us need to find shelter for the night." (I'm king of Orsinium and Makor's son, Mogrul will be ruling just letting you know so that it won't seem weird that Makor leaves his kingdom)

Falin nodded. "I'll be sure you eat well under my care."

"You people...are very powerful. I feel a little left out." Ahnaar looked at his new arm. "Most of you seem to know each other."

"The last time we saw eachother was a few years ago, actually. We met during the soul tear."

Sauriil, but only sauriil notices my eyes changed since the last they met. I had the same eyes, but the iris instead is a deep red.

"This one has just sat here, he doesn't know these people. This one met the one with wierd eyes."

Falin chuckled and turned to Ahnaar, "I'm no more powerful than you or any other Bosmer for that matter. But it is nice to see a fellow Bosmer that hasn't fallen yet."

"Oh, I won't fall. I won't let anyone else fall."

"Agreed," said Gold, "We can't let anyone fall."

"Thank you."

"I am a reliever, or a conquerer, but I am not evil, we can't let anyone fall, who knows this could even spread to Orsinium."

I did not need to sleep. Thank the Gods. I would have been plagued with countless visions. I did not need to eat or drink. Then I won't waste the others' food. I sat silently, staring at the sky. One will not return . . . who could it be? Makor? Falin? Zork? Gold'dir? The other three?

My hands begin to shake, and I mutter, my voice quivering, 'Please don't let this happen Arui-El.'

Falin shifted and quietly moaned in her sleep. More nightmares. The Corrupted continued their slaughter of the inhabitants of Valenwod. their forms becoming more twisted. Some even being able to alter their shape at will.

(You know, this idea, corruption with darkness, reminds me of a book called "Fablehaven: Grip of the Shadow Plague." The creatures were corrupted for a different reason than water, but it's the same idea.)

In my sleep, I see myself being alone. No matter how far and wide I searched, I was alone. I had no other choice but t--------------

I wake up.