A Redguards Redemption

"Twilight, are you sure about this?" Spike asked with uncertainty in his voice. "I have never heard of a spell that lets you summon creatures before."

"Oh spike, I assure you its going to be fine." Twilight said. "I made the necessary preparation and procedure to make sure this spell will work without failure." Twilight took one more look at her work.

The center of the library was filled with dozens of candles forming a circle, The center of the circle has a strange symbol that has an almost complete oval with a dot in the center of it. Around that symbol are smaller symbols that obviously spoke a language not known throughout Equestria.

Spike viewed the circle and looked back at Twilight. "Where did you learn to do this anyway?"

"Well, after we saved the princess and returned the Elements of Harmony to its rightful place, I came across a book while we were returning home through the Everfree Forest. I have never seen a book like this one before; no author, no title and its in a foreign language. However some parts of the book were translated and one page in particular showed a spell of summoning a creature from a world called Oblivion." Twilight was getting excited as she talked. "Think about it Spike, If we can summon this creature and befriend it, we can have an opportunity to learn about this creatures race and knowledge. Ohh just thinking about it makes me so excited!"

"I wonder if this other world have any gems?" Spike said. Twilight rolled her eyes.

"Lets go round up the girls. I'm sure they'll be interested in this as well." Twilight said. The two left the library to find their friends as Twilight still thought about the knowledge this world of Oblivion has to offer.

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Year 202 of the 4th Era, 30 of Frostfall.

Dromone was chained up against the wall in one of the many torture cells stripped of his armor and weapons leaving only a tunic and trousers. His wrist restraints had enchantments were he was unable to use his spells in case he tries to escape. Dromone lost track of time after his imprisonment. He wished he never became a vampire in the first place. At least he would live a short life and death would be peaceful. He thought about the events that led him to be a vampire in the first place.

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He wondered through the alik'ir desert looking for a hideout full of vampires. After vampires attacked a nearby village and kidnapped five of the villages residence, Dromone was hired as a sellsword to kill these vampires and save any villagers that are still alive. Dromone didn't need much convincing since his fiance was among those villagers. He was tired, thirsty and suffering from this dreadful heatwave. He stopped and grabbed the jug of water hoisted around his waist and took a sip. He looked out to the endless ocean of sand.

"Shandra...by the divines I hope your safe." he said.

After two days of travel, Dromone found the destination, a cave with trails of blood leading to the entrance. Dromone wasted no time as he entered the cave and sneaked inside. As he entered the cave he heard two voices talking.

"(Sigh) There's not enough blood here to get us through the week. We'll need more if we're going to survived." Said a male voice.

"Well with the war going on between the alliances, the covenant can't focus on us and their enemies at the same time." Said a female voice.

"Until we can hunt again, we'll just have to make due with the last prisoner."

Dromone needed no more info from these two. He pulled out his sword and moved silently as he can, preparing to kill. He focused his attention on the first vampire, gripped both hands on the hilt of his sword and-

A searing pain shot through his neck before Dromone realized what's going on. He spun around and swung his blade at his attacker. However his attacker was too fast for him. His body was starting to stiffen and his vision began to fail him. He passed out just as the vampires spoke once more.

"Heh someone you know?"

"Know him?, he's my fiancé.

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Dromones thoughts were intrupped by the sound of a metal screech. He looked around to see the source of the noise is coming from his cell.

Someone is opening his cell.

Once the cell door opened. A familiar daedra walk in and spoke to him as he undid Dromone's chains.

"Lord Molag Bal reqiures your presence." Dohlyekem announced.

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*15 minutes earlier*

Molag Bal was standing over a fountain full of blood staring into the crimson liquid. The liquid started to stir in a circular motion as an image was staring to form. The image show of a mortal facing a dragon with piercing red eyes and scales as black as night. The mortal faced the dragon with no fear as they fought. Molag Bal grinned as he witness this battle and Dohlyekem, who was at his side, seems to notice.

"This fight seems to have caught your interest my lord."

"Yes, this Dragonborn is strong unlike his predecessor, yet he's young and inexperience." Molag Bal stated. "All he needs is a little guidence."

"Thinking of a new champion?" Dohlyekem said.

"The redguard has potential but despite our efforts he has never truly been broken. His sanity is still intact. However, the Dragonborn lust for power like his fellow dragons, even if he doesn't know it."

Molag Bal step away from the fountain and looked at his most trusted daedra.

"A new champion is an order since the redguard is quite the stubborn one. Bring him to he so that I may put an end to his pitiful existence."

"It will be done my lord"