‘All actions have consequences. That, I know for certain. When the dragons came back after mankind drove them into hiding, it heralded a time where either the world would end at Alduin’s Voice, or be saved by the Last Dragonborn's Voice. And that would be that.’

‘Shortly after that, a mistake was made. Such an action, intentional or not, resulted in a massive change of fate. The Last Dragonborn would no longer be the last, as the fate of one dimension ends up affecting the one it was merged into. The new races, cities, lands would foster a form of jealousy on both sides.’

‘The question is: Will this influence bring about peace?’

‘No. I will show them; mortal, demon, and god… I am Apollyon. I bring War.’

Comic Con, the greatest convention the world...or at least it would be, if the somewhat subconscious fear of vanishing without a trace wasn't present. It's a simple thing that happens, almost unnoticed by all, where the victim buys a finishing or complimenting item from a shady merchant, whose looks should scream, 'run away,’ but whatever magic/sorcery/trickery lulls him/her closer without a care.

Such was the case for a certain Gideon White. An average built young adult with both Chinese and African heritage mixed so well that he's mistaken as Mongolian or Arab on occasion. Long story short, he fell to the Merchant's trickery, buying a dao sword, a pair of hook swords, and a guandao polearm at a ridiculously low price that has no ultimate importance.

Before he knew it, he was waking up in near an arch made of stone and had red swirling energy of some kind inside it. Gideon didn't get any good chance to more closely examine the arch, as the sound of a sword being drawn caught his attention. He scrambled to get the closest weapon, his dao, ready. His panic caused him to drop his other weapons into the energy arch.

When he turned around and looked at the person who drew their sword, he wasn't expecting a Titan of a woman in black iron armor, wielding a menacing longsword. “Well, well, well,” she said. “It seems that Merlin decided to send a pup to do a wolf's job.” She began to circle me with the predatory look etched on her helm's faceplate.

“Wha? What do you mean?” Gideon asked with confusion on his face as he followed her movement.

“Confused, green, and seeming to be out of your element,” she muttered audibly. “It seems Merlin was so desperate to stop me that he brought forth a Displaced.”

“A what?”

“An individual who was tricked by a merchant to be taken from his or her home world and permanently placed in another,” the woman explained. “It makes you a far cry from the other warriors that Merlin sent. They fight, they fail, they are sent back with nary a scratch. For you, live or die, you are stuck.” Gideon's stepped back in shock, lowering his dao.

So great was his shock that he was barely able to block and hold an attack that she suddenly launched at him. While their blades were locked, she said more. “With such a substantial difference between you and them, I believe a different approach is needed.” She broke the lock with a punch to his face.

When Gideon recovered from the strike, his thoughts on his loss of home was overridden by rage. “So, What!? I’m your tool now? I’m to listen to your every whim and desire!?” He shouted before charging and swinging his dao relentlessly, yet unfocused and unbalanced, allowing the woman to block or dodge the attacks. This went on for a while, but the woman suddenly swung her sword when she saw him starting to tire.

Her blade swing was unnoticed until the tip grazed his cheek. He reeled back in brief pain, but the woman didn’t let up. He was barely, if at all, able to keep up with her attacks, resulting in a number of gashes, bruises, and cuts across his body. The fight practically ended when she then impaled him on her sword, taking his breath away in shock.

“Worry not,” she said. “Your death won’t come, at least not now. And to answer your earlier questions, to some extent, you are my tool, but you won’t recognise it and my desires aren’t what you believe it to be.” She moved her helmeted head forward towards Gideon’s. “The only thing I want out of you now is to deliver a message to your soon-to-be host. Tell him: I, Apollyon, Goddess of War and Wolves, will be bringing war over the horizon. It’ll be up to him if he decides to try to stop it or allow his inner wolf to come free.” Without another word, she kicked him off of her sword into the glowing archway.

Gideon, not knowing what the archway was, closed his eyes and braced himself for what was coming. As he stumbled forward nothing happened...until he felt another blade impale him in a perpendicular fashion from when Apollyon impaled him. Opening his eyes, he saw his guandao being held by a shocked reptilian being wearing bronze, dragon themed armor. Thinking that the being was part of a soon-to-die portion of a hallucination, Gideon grabbed the being’s wrist and said, “Apollyon...Wolves...Protect the Sheep...Prevent War.” Everything then went black for him.

Some Time later

Gideon suddenly shot upwards from the laying down position he was in, having just woken up from a delusional nightmare about getting impaled on a pike, roasted over a fire, then eaten alive...and the subsequent moment of wondering how that could even work. Before much more could run through his mind, a scaled hand gently, yet firmly, pushed him back to laying down. “Easy there, you just finished having your wounds stitched up. You don’t want to ruin the Healer’s hard work,” the hand’s owner said.

Looking up, Gideon saw the same reptilian being that had (more than likely, accidentally) impaled him with his own weapon. Still thinking it was a hallucination, he spoke without thinking. “Great, talking lizards. What’s next? A bucket of Orange juice sauce made with bubblegum wrappers gets dumped on my head?” The reptilian being seemed confused for a moment, but quickly understood what was happening. “Oh, you still think this is all in your head?” The reptilian said as he grabbed one of Gideon’s arms, and gave it a pinch. With an inhuman yell, Gideon pulled his arm back while holding his arm as the pinched spot lightly oozed blood that was darker than normal. “Son of a Biscuit Cracker Jack! Why did you...shite.” Gideon passed out again. “Huh, that’s not quite what I expected.” The reptilian man said as he sat back down in his chair across from Gideon’s bed.

Author's Note

Hey everyone! Well here it is the Sequel to A Dadra's Heart! I present to you Wolf of Oblivion! Most of the credit for this story goes to Wayward Shadow, so show the guy some love and respect. I'm only taking ownership because this directly ties in with A Daedra's Heart. So tell us what you think by leaving a comment down below! See you guys later and may the Darkmoon watch over thee.