Oblivion first rough chapter

Oblivion
         In the year of the second sun, the great king of Oblivion felt a deafening presence taking over his body the past couple days. He knew the end was near but was not afraid. In his dreams he saw a figure that would not only fix this demise but bring peace and tranquility back to the great land of Oblivion. This figure would in turn find out more about his own self than he would ever imagine. As the king awoke from his slumber he rolled over in his gold lined sheets and slowly inched his way out of bed. If something would not kill him in the next couple of years, he was sure his old age would take its toll. He had lived his life with no fear except for the fact that he had no definite heir to the throne. His only hope was to try to find a true heir before the passing of his own self. He knew there was a presence after him. Something or someone wanted the gates of Oblivion to open and stay open for all of eternity. The gates of Oblivion were only opened when an heir to the throne was not in the possession of the Dragon Heat Amulet.
                The amulet was first found when the great-great grandfather of the king took on the darkest spirit ever to exit the gates. He battled for days until his final blow to the dragon’s powerfully dark heart took its life. As the dragon turned to ashes and evacuated by the wind, its heart lay there in a constant throb immolating darkness with each beat. As the first king took the heart he felt the strength it held and decided not to destroy it. He brought it to the strongest mage in his castle and had it enchanted and turned into an amulet. With this amulet, he closed the gates at a price. The only way the gates would stay closed would be if the amulet was worn at all times by an heir to the throne.
                As the king was eating his regular breakfast of the finest wheat Oblivion has to offer, the two grand doors to his lovely abode were opened with great force. In entered the chief of the city guards. “Sir,” the chief yelled with great stress “we need to evacuate you immediately. Word has spread the guild of assassins has been assigned to murder you.” As the king gracefully arose from his chair, he gathered his belongs and started for the chief. “I’ve been waiting for this day for many years. Do not be scared, chief; the Divine Gods always have a reason for their actions.” As the guards led the king down to the holding cells, who he would encounter next would change the course of the future of oblivion.
              Meanwhile, just off the shore of the great land of Oblivion, one of many boats carrying prisoners from the now deteriorating land of Cristinine had just about gotten into land sight. “Almost to yer new home, scum bugs,” scolded one of the shipmates with an evil smirk on his face.” As the prisoners sneered at the cocky shipmate, a stray character stayed silent and kept his peace. Aardivan, a member of the Dunmer people, seemed to stay alone the whole trip. The Dunmer race comprised of many dark elves the roamed the land. They are very spiritual people who based there believes around the belief of many gods, like many other races in this world. Minding his own business, he thought about his future and what would lie ahead. “Every transfer just seems the same,” he thought to himself “when am I ever going to catch a break.” As the ship docked, the prisoners arose, and one by one they vacated the feces smelling cage. The cold hard floor and dense atmosphere seemed to provide a sense of death to anyone new walking in. But for the past three months this was home to the prisoners. “Maybe they’ll have wool pillows where were going,” muttered Aardivan to a friendly looking redguard prisoner. The redguard just continued on his path not seeming to want to indulge in any conversation. “Tough crowd,” the dunmer thought to himself. Hoping to be blinding by the sunlight that he hadn’t seen in about three months, Aardivan was let down to feel the cool breeze and wet drops of a storm just getting ready to erupt. As he walked down the cold wooden plank to the cold rock bridge he tried to find any type of entrance to where they were going. As his looked up the cliff he admired the gargantuan castle that was shown. Its high rising towers on both sides and ancient design seemed to be only inhabited by royalty.  “Wouldn’t be surprised if they just killed us off and they us in the lake,” thought Aardivan. The ship captain walked up to a square rock formation protruding out of the cliff just under the towering castle, put his hand up, murmured a few words, and the rock proceeded to spread apart showing a long dark tunnel ahead. As they continued down the tunnel, the dunmer encountered an all too familiar scene. The sides of the tunnel were lined with cell upon cell. This would be the prisoner’s new home for the remainder of their lives. As the dunmer tried to get settled into his new home sweet home, he glanced around at his surroundings. Besides the wet hard floor perfectly matching the cold damp walls, it wasn’t too shabby compared to his ship life. The small window let barely any light in, but just enough to shine on his bed and keep him awake till it went down. As he tried to settle down on his rock hard bunk, he couldn’t help but notice that the Khajit, cat like race known for their sneakiness, across the hallway was trying to get his attention. He attempted to humor the poor creature.
“Hey, dunmer, come here,” the Khajit yelped
“Yes, stranger,” he responded
“So do you have a wife on the outside? Because when I get out I can take real go--,”
“QUIT DOWN,” yelled a guard as he walked down the stairwell “you’re in the presence of the king. Show some respect and bow down.”
“Respect my ass,” joked the Khajit
As the guard strutted up to the dunmer’s cell, he began to open the lock.
“Step back, scoundrel,” scolding the guard “don’t make any moves you will regret.”
As the guard entered the cell he was followed by a powerful looking elder covered in a gold laced gown with a crown on his head made up of only the finest gold in the land. His deep blue eyes seemed to pierce Aardivan and his presence seemed to give the dunmer goose bumps. The guard walked over to the adjacent wall and felt around the cold, damp brick until he found the spot he was looking for. A glow seemed to emit from his fingers and a hole was blown into the wall showing a secret hallway.
         Aardivan couldn’t help but notice the king had been staring at him the whole time. He didn’t want to get into any more trouble than he already was so he kept to himself and looked the other way. As the king walked past, seemingly floating, he stopped. The king stared hard and deep into the eyes of the dunmer.
“You,” the king whispered “you’re the one in my dreams. You’re the one the gods sent to me.  The stars have aligned and sent you into my presence and now there is hope. Follow us for there is still yet more we need to talk about.”
As the guards exchanged looks one of them said, “You are to stay close. No funny business either, you are still a prisoner, scum bag.”
As the group disappeared into the newly blown hole, the dunmer was in for more than any cell locked boat ride he had ever been on.