Chapter 3

This is an official request from his highness, Urial Septim VII.

Krazak of Pelletine, I ask of you to bring the child that goes by the name, Mac, to me immediately. His arrival means the safety of the Cyrodil, and all of Planet Nirn.

It is known that I have no control over my dreams, and I have seen one, where Mac is escorted to me by your hand, on this very day, however, you all fall to the hands of the Mythic Dawn. I will send some of my personal body guards to help with escorting Mac to me.

It would mean you will become a great hero, for bringing him to me. In return, I shall reward you with anything you desire. Riches, resources, you request it, I will give it.

The fate of the world depends on you and Mac.

~Urial Septim VII

The white haired man signed the paper, placing his quill in the inkwell. He gently blew on the paper to let it dry for a moment, and then rolled it up, and placed the seal of a dragon on the paper. He then turned to an imperial with tough looking steel armour, and handed it to him. "I'm entrusting you with this important message. Travel to Pelletine, deliver this to the Orc known as Krazak."

The Imperial nodded, as he took the message, holding it firmly. "Yes sir. I will make sure it reaches him even if it means my life."

Back at the Orc tribe, Krazak was sharpening his steel sword, putting it against the grindstone, watching the sparks fly off of it. He stopped the grindstone and looked at the blade, seeing it has been sharpened well. He blew on it and put it on the ground, finished with what he needed to do. He stood up and looked at all the kids playing with Mac.

From what Krazak told the kids, Mac was great with using his bare hands, how he knocked a man out with a single punch.

The kids held chopping boards and would place one down, for Mac to break. One child placed one down, and back up. "Alright, Mac! Give it a wallop!" He cheered, with his hands pumping.

Mac looked at everybody for a second, and then brought his fist up, and brought it down to the board, breaking right through the wood.

The kids cheered from his display of strength. "Here, now break this one!" A child said, placing another.

Krazak smiled, seeing Mac was getting along with all of them. It was as if he was one of them, an Orc. But of course, he is and always will be, an Imperial. Not that it was an issue.

Mac broke another, as he then looked at his hand, seeing he got a splinter. He had no reaction to it, he just stared at it. The Orc girl from before walked to him and gently held his hand. "Here, I'll get it for you." She said, placing her fingers on the wooden piece. Slowly, she then gently took it out, watching as it pulled on some of the skin of his knuckle.

"Hagh!" Mac hissed, though the pain was gone as soon as it came out.

The Orc girl looked at Mac, and gently patted his cheek. "You'll feel better. If you can break wood with your bare hands, this'll feel like nothing in a moment."

Mac looked at his hand again, and then clenched it, seeing a light blue light come out, and healed the small hole on his knuckle. His wound closed, and he looked at his knuckle again, seeing the wound was gone.

The kids all watched in awe, seeing him cast a healing spell. Krazak was amazed as well, to see a child even being able to cast one in the first place. While the spell was the most basic of healing, casting it at this age was pretty impressive.

"Wow. Even magic?" One of the children said in an amazed tone of voice.

Mac really was a mystery to Krazak. In fact, to everybody in the tribe. First, he's skilled in unarmed combat, then learns he can cast a healing spell. Krazak could only wonder what else was in store for this boy.

Just then Krazak heard the sounds of horses approaching the tribe, and turned his head to where he could hear it, thinking it was just more trouble. He sighed and stood up, knowing that it would probably have something to do with him. He walked to the gate and opened it, to see there was Imperials in steel armour, though Krazak recognized it. It was the armour of the Imperial legion.

"Are you the one known as Krazak?" One of the legionaries asked.

"That depends on who's asking." Krazak said, crossing his arms. He was then given a letter by the man, with a dragon crest on it. Whatever it was they wanted, it must have been really important, he realized. He opened the letter, and read through it, seeing Urial Septim VII himself wrote this, along with what his request was. He wanted Mac, though the was enough for Krazak to think it was for good reason, and he would offer anything he wanted. Krazak hummed for a moment, thinking about it. "And what if I say no?"

The legionaries looked at each other. "Then we'll have to take Mac by force."

Krazak looked back at Mac, thinking that taking him there, while he was making friends with the Orcs was a bit of a let down, but then again, he knew Urial Septim VII wasn't a liar, or a coward. He would never make any sort of lie just to get his hands on something. He didn't like it, but he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble. "Alright. I'll come along, but on one condition." Krazak said, having his index finger up. "Mac stays by my side." Krazak answered.

The legionary nodded. "Of course. Now please, make your packing quick. We have very little time. The Mythic Dawn are onto us."

Krazak turned to Mac. "Mac. We have to go. We're going to Cyrodil."

The kids immediately all started to 'aww' and beg for Mac to stay, but Krazak's mind was made up. They had to go now.

Krazak got his steel sword and shield, and hoped on a horse that was provided for them. A black horse. Mac stood by the horse, looking at the towering beast. He then looked at Krazak, seeing his hand. "Come on, I'll help you up."

"Mac! Wait!" The Orc girl called out, running to him, with a bag in her hand. She then handed it to Mac. "Before you go, I made you lunch. In case you get hungry." She said, telling what it was.

Krazak looked at the bag, seeing from the form it was, edges poking out and bumps of fruits sticking out, he could tell that this was made in a hurry. But Krazak wasn't going to judge her for it. It was nice of her to think of Mac. "Good thinking. You'll make a great mother in the future." Krazak commented, wanting to give her a positive thought, despite Mac leaving.

The Orc girl blushed and backed up, looking at Mac.

Krazak then looked at Mac, and patted his shoulder. "Say goodbye to everybody." He said, as Krazak waved to everybody, as did Mac, with a bit of hesitance. With that done, they were off, on their journey to Cyrodil.

They travelled a short distance, and Krazak made his horse move close to one of the legionaries. "So, where are we heading first to get to Cyrodil?"

We're going to reach Alabaster. It's the quickest and safest way to Cyrodil. However, when we reach it, we should expect ambushes. The Mythic Dawn are the tricky sorts." The legionary answered.

"I expect nothing less." Krazak commented.

"So, where did you find Mac? Why would an Orc want to take care of an Imperial child?" The legionary asked.

"I wasn't going to leave him behind with that giant." Krazak answered. "Plus, it was the right thing to do."

The legionary smiled, hearing his answer. "You know, Orcs aren't exactly looked at fondly, but you're good in my book. I'll make sure they never lay a finger on you or Mac."

"I know in Cyrodil, Orcs are accepted. But in Pelletine, not so much." Krazak said, looking down for a moment.

"Why not move your tribe to Cyrodil? It's way better there. People will welcome you with open arms." The legionary suggested.

"Moving would take too long. We'll wait until the kids grown up a little, when they can actually handle heavy lifting." Krazak answered.

"I see. Well, at least you stand your ground, despite all the backlash you receive, and I respect that."

From the kind words he was giving Krazak, despite them only meeting just now. Maybe moving to Cyrodil would be a good idea. After this was over, and when the kids grew up, it would be a great time to go there.

After a long travel, Krazak and the legionaries found themselves by the entrance of Alabaster. Using it as a land mark, they made their way around the town, and found themselves by the edge of Pelletine. They stopped in their tracks, the leader legionary turning to Krazak. "We've made it to Cyrodil. Now, we just have to make our way to The Imperial City. I know the roads like my own name, so I'll take point from then."

Krazak nodded, and then looked at Mac, seeing he had his eyes closed, leaning on Krazak's back, asleep. Krazak smiled, seeing he was at least resting easy.

"Mythic Dawn!" One of the legionaries called out, pointing forward.

Krazak and the others looked forward, seeing they charged forward, two carrying swords and another being barehanded, but had magic in his hands. They all drew their weapons.

Krazak shook Mac, to wake him up. "Mac, hang on tight. The Mythic Dawn are attacking." Krazak warned. Mac woke up and heard his warning, as he then wrapped his arms around Krazak's waist, holding on.

"For the empire!" One legionary shouted as a battle cry, running in and cutting one Mythic Dawn right across the face. Another did the same, however the Mythic Dawn moved out of the way and threw fire, but the legionary blocked the fire with his shield. Krazak came in and cut right through The Mythic Dawn member's head, leaving him as a headless corpse.

The member with both spells in hand shot a lightning bolt to a legionary, but hit the horse, killing it. The legionary fell to the ground. Just as he was about to get up, he turned around, seeing a bunch of foggy silhouettes. "It's an ambush!" He called out.

Then more members came running in, about 8 members, outnumbering the group. "Go on without us, Krazak!" The leader ordered.

"What if there are more in Cyrodil waiting for us!?" Krazak asked.

"The nearest city is Leyawiin! You will be safe in there! Lay low for sometime and then continue to move! GO!" The leader shouted, looking at the surrounding group around them.

Krazak looked around, see they were drawing closer. He looked back at The Captain. "I better see you again at the Imperial city!" He said, as he then rushed for the city, the horse galloping as fast as it could. He rammed right through two Mythic Dawn members, and kept going forward, not stopping for anything.

The legionaries all stood together, two still on their horses. "It's been an honor, sir." One said, his eyes darting between each Mythic Dawn drawing closer.

"Stay strong. We'll make it through." The leader said, as he raised his arm. "For the Empire!" He shouted, as the other two did as well. "For the Empire!" They shouted, as they charged at the Mythic Dawn.