|This is the cover of Bones of the Ancient's, my latest project. You can begin to read it below (Bones of the Ancient's: Part 1 (Aya) and you can find the entirety of Part one in the gallery preview at the bottom of the page.|
Bones of the Ancient's: Part 1 (Aya)"Aya?" The man addressed as his daughter entered the room. Her mother had been preparing them both for Molag Bal's summoning day, and the poor girl shook like a leaf. Noticing her distress, her father waved her over. Although she was well into adulthood, she glided over to him sat on his lap, wrapping herself in his calming smell and warm embrace.Bones of the Ancient's: Part 1 (Aya) by The-Exus
"Daddy, I'm scared." She admitted.
"I know you are." He sympathised, stoking the blonde hair that her mother had styled. "You would be a fool not to be."
She sniffed as she held back tears.
"Can you tell me a story like you use to do when I was young?" She asked. The hint of hopelessness in her voice completely melted her fathers heart.
"I will show you my latest project." He said, leaning over to the small table by his regal armchair. "But you must not tell anyone. No one can know but us. Agreed?"
She smiled, enticed by the memories of the stories her father had told her.
"Agreed." She said as he tapped her nose like he had done when she cou
Bones of the Ancient's: Chp. 1 (Misery March)Thwak!Bones of the Ancient's: Chp. 1 (Misery March) by The-Exus
"Not so close to my head, please?" Hathor pleaded.
His plea was ignored.
Hrald and Orfnar, the two nords who were the closest thing to friends Hathor had, were practising their horrendous marksmanship skills against a defenceless pine tree. Orfnar's last arrow dislodged small chunks of pine that flew in Hathor's direction and landed in his hair.
"At least that one stayed in the tree." Hrald said, offering Hathor a sample of his positive outlook. Instead, Hathor scowled at him showing that it didn't work.
"We apologise for trying to make up for our less-than-stellar training facilities!" Orfnar apologised, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you'd be a lot happier if we practised on a moving target?" His wolfish grin was aimed directly at Hathor.
"Does it look like this can deflect an arrow?" He asked, lifting the meek chain mail covering his chest. The two other nords laughed but respected Hathor's request. They soon chose another tree to butcher.
Bones of the Ancient's: Chp. 2 (Brother, Sister)The cart wheeled past the three nords as they watched it in silence. Hathor's eyes followed the hooded woman who sat with a straight back, clearly as an act of defiance.Bones of the Ancient's: Chp. 2 (Brother, Sister) by The-Exus
"Who is that?" Hathor asked Orfnar.
"You don't know?" He asked, perplexed. Losing patience, Hathor replied:
"No, I don't."
"Well," Orfnar started, puffing up his chest as they began to follow the cart, but Hrald interrupted.
"No one really knows who she is. Everything we think we know is based on rumours, and there are a substantial amount. Most are contradictory, to be honest." He summarised.
"What kind of rumours?" Hathor was focusing solely on the sack covering her head. Removing sight was the cruellest form of sensory deprivation. He bet that her hands were bound as well. "I mean, it's obvious that she's a prisoner."
"You got that right." Hrald confirmed. "Although the reason why she is a prisoner is open for debate."
"Some say she's a former deserter of the Stormcloak's!" Orfnar said excitedly. "They say she left
Bones of the Ancient's: Chp. 3 (The Quake)The second chamber was in ruins.Bones of the Ancient's: Chp. 3 (The Quake) by The-Exus
Hathor had lead the huddle of petrified soldiers down the tunnel, not knowing how much resistance to expect. When they reached the bottom, they charged in and were then forced to stop short.
A semi effective wall had hastily been erected, made of stones and fallen furniture, and it was clear it had seen battle. The Stormcloak bodies scattered on the floor in front of the wall were most likely those who had died before Galmar realised the Imperials fall-out shelter was virtually impenetrable.
The defensive line had been built in what appeared to be the remains of a nordic burial tomb. The cavern was long and rectangular with humongous curved pillars stretching to meet the roof far above their heads. At the end of the chamber was a large, grand set of stairs leading up to a strange alter sat in front of a large Iron Gate preventing access deeper into the tomb.
It was not the tomb's spectacular appearance that had captured the nords attention. Instead of b
Bones of the Ancients: Chp 4 (Strange Confront...)Chapter 4 (Strange Confrontations)Bones of the Ancients: Chp 4 (Strange Confront...) by The-Exus
Hathor breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet smell of pine on the evening wind. The sun had set and the cold was creeping in, biting as his fingers and nose, but it was only a small demonstration of the low temperatures Skyrim had to offer. He hated snow, and when combined with wind it was deadly.
The remains of his brigade were in Helgen, celebrating their victory and mourning their losses. Upon escaping the cave, they had time to face the bodies of those who had been put to death for disobeying orders. Having no executioner on hand, they had all been shot by a firing squad.
So much death. Hathor thought. So much...
“There you are.” Hrald slurred from behind him. “Come on inside. They just got the fire going, and it's glorious.” As tempting as the invitation sounded, Hathor would much rather stay outside on his own. He didn't want to try and make conversation when his mind was spinning rapidly, trying
|For my Skyrim fan-fiction, the Winter Thieves.|
As many of you have noticed, I've been absent from deviant art for a very long time. I greatly apologise for missing so much, but I'm mostly sorry for not warning anybody.
The reason I haven't been active is because of my internet service provider. I have always connected to the internet via a dongle which is a plug in device that allows internet access via a pay as you go approach. I used this because we never had broadband, and sticking with a dongle was just easier.
However, a few months ago, my internet service provider (T-Mobile) changed it's mature policy and it decided to rank dA as a mature website. This meant that it blocked the website from any user who couldn't prove that they were over eighteen. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't because the only form of ID they accepted was a credit card, which I don't have. The closest T-Mobile store was too far away to bother travelling to either.
Therefore, I was locked out of dA.
At the moment, the only way I can access the site is by using my uni's wifi. However, we are currently going through the process of setting up broadband with plus-net at home, meaning that I will start to have a more active approach on the site.
I am so sorry to the people it seemed I abandoned, especially Sharquelle who I left to run our group on her own with no warning as well as leaving her with an open competition I was supposed to judge and award prizes for. I really apologise, and I promise I will make it up to you!
Now that I'm back, I've cleaned out my gallery completely and intend to start anew, but instead of uploading paintings, I will now only be focusing on literature. So far, I've uploaded Part 1 of my current Skyrim fan fiction titled Bone's of the Ancients (which you can start to read on the left of my page!) for everybody to view. I will only be uploading chapters as the whole part is complete, so if you want to view the most updated version, you can find them on my WattPad account, Azranos.
I am sorry for all the stress I have caused by disappearing so suddenly. I will get around to responding to outstanding notes and comments as soon as I have more time. Thank you so much for understanding and if I ever disappear again, you can get in contact via WattPad easily enough.