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Paradise lost, Paradise found	By : Morrigayne Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 3013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Storm broke over the forest, the ending day turned grey instead of golden, as dark clouds gathered and the night was iluminated by lightening.

The agitated waves crashed far into the treeline, destroying the huts and forcing the argonians either to get far back into the swamp, or seek shelters deep in the sea with their serpent friends.

Deep under water the see was less disturbed, but the currents were off and the argonians which were caught in some unfavoured ones, were dragged further away from the shore, deeper into the sea.

No one knew what had angered the sea so much that day.

But even an underwater breathing argonian couldn´t live only in the sea, at least not forever. Especially not the younger ones. The lucky ones were brought back by their snakey friends, some were not as lucky.

The next day was as sunny as the one before the storm and an exhausted little lizard clung to the back of a seasnake. They had drifted further into the deep water than normal, both blueish green as the sea itself, a tuft of soggy wet feathers on the head of the small argonian.

The sea was smooth and nice, as if needing a rest after the storm, so the two made their way back on the surface, trying to see the coastline, some trees..but the only trees that they saw were splintered, broken carcasses that drifted past them. At least over water it was easier for the weak child to hold on, then when he had to cling to his friend with the resistance of the water if they had swam under the surface.

In hindsight it might have been better if they had traveled beyond the surface, maybe it wouldn´t have made a difference in the end.

Fast as a seagull in the air, as a dolphin on the waves, sleek ships parted the waters. The wood ivory white, decorated with gold on the rims that reflected the sunlight. First it looked like a dream, a mirage to the barely consciousness Argonian.

And the snake was also exhausted, sensing danger, diving even when the child could not hold on.

A terrified squeak was the answer as the friend dove under the surface, shocking the child awake that only now realised that the floating vessels were not a daydream.

The child tried to dive, the friend gone so deep he couldn´t see the snake, trying to follow it because the fastest way to flee from those bone white 'monsters' was to seek the dark depths.

But that was soon impossible, an invisble barrier took hold of the argonian, sea creatures were floating around him, pressed close to him by the barrier that was a net, used to catch food for the people on the ship.

It was a wriggling mass of terrified beeings that were suffocated, beeing pressed so close together by the net, trying to get away and getting only tangled more.

By luck the little argonian was caught between some big fish and a struggling turtle, scratched and compressed from different sides but away from the meshes that caught limbs and necks and killed some other creatures or maimed their limbs useless.

It could have been that the terrified screams didn´t go unheard over water, because the net was hauled on board after some minutes, the contents dumped on deck, fish gasping for air and suffocating, strangled birds and the turtle also laying still while the child panicked further.

So much death, killing for food was not unknown, but the ones here mangled by the net or slowly dying by the lack of water was horror to the child..at least their friends the seaserpents killed fast, biting and chomping down on their prey...it was over fast..but first the net and now that...

And than those strange people, similiar to him, but neither a tail or a snout ..ghosts, spirits.

Shocked into silence by his surroundings the child scrambled to his feet, running on all fours for the water and ready to launch over the railing, he was caught midjump.

This time it wasn´t a net and really an invisible force that caught the little lizard, binding the struggling child and dumping him back on the wooden planks where he tried to curl in himself, small as possible to protect his soft underbelly from possible predatores.

Lightning burst over deck and the struggle of the other caught beeings ceased,those who hadn´t already drowned, suffocated in the net, making the child scream in fear again, trying to roll and wriggle away.

This time he was hoisted up by magic again, but wrapped in a real net to keep his struggles down, magic breaking the noise of his hisses and growls before his snout was bound roughly with a rope that scratched his sensitive scales.

Panic was too high as to take a look of his attackers or surroundings until he lay on the planks, the strange, very, very big people talking while some scooped the dead creatures up in baskets and carrying them away, blood and water cleaned away by one of them to keep the bone white wood pristine.

He couldn´t understand them even when their voice was eerily melodic...just a bit similiar to the warbles of his tribe so he tried to speak with them, whistling questionally between his teeth which made them look to him and one of them said something, making the others laugh.

It wasn´t really encouraging, but whatever had happened to the other beeings, it hadn´t yet happened to him..so that was good, was it?

That he was left there, laying like a packed good made his fear grow..maybe they wanted to eat him later, why else would they catch him and bind him. Just as he tried to wriggle away again he was lifted in the air a third time..one of the beeings, only a very dark one, smaller but bulkier had grabbed the net and was spoken to by the lanky, light ones.

His struggles ceased fast when it made the net only tighter and rubbed his skin raw, his scales were not as durable, as he was still a child and the sting made him weep, curling up and tightening his muscles to ease the ache from the strings that bit him.

He was brought downstairs, into the swimming, very big hut. He didn´t know what a cage was until he was dumped in one, barely enough to stretch, but not to stand up..it looked like a smaller hut in the big hut where he now was in his cage with the twigs he could not bite through, hard as stone and cold. But at least the net no longer bit into his body and he could rub the inprints away that were left from the strings.

It was cold and there was a draft that made him shiver. The twigs also were uncomfortable to lay on, but he had no choice, curled up, pressed into a corner.

The sound of boots on the creaking wood woke him up from the exhausted slumber he had drifted into as one of the light coloured, big people came into the hut he was in, looking down at him, but at least the big one didn´t look hungry.

The argonian in turn was hungry,cheeping pleadingly for food..normally he was already to old for that behaviour, but as he was in unknown territory his instincts told him to act younger and maybe trigger some caring instincts in his captors.

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The big one sat on something that had to be a bed..the young one had no idea what was going on while the altmer scribbled in his book,noting down everything he knew until now about the strange animal they had caught.

The sounds this animal produced were pleasing if the lizard was not scared, seemingly a sea dwelling creature, seperated from the mother,the snake they had seen dive, but not seen clearly enough to realise that it was something different alltogether.

And that the lizard was caught in the net had been good luck for them, something to study for the scholar who traveled to a different country on this ship..now he had something as pastime, something he could hopefully take with him to the shore, to the city he was headed to.

If the strange animal would survive the journey he didn´t know, he did hope for it, the chirping thing was...interesting.

He couldn´t note down too much at first, but when the calling from the lizard sounded more disstressed he grabbed a spare blanket from his trunk, letting it drop near the cage and the creature warily stretched, grabbing through the bars with his claws to drag the soft cloth into the cage, making a nest.

At least the lizard could keep his own body temperature, not needing an outer source like other lizards who sunbathed...and it built a nest, offering some more cloth that was brought which the animal wrapped itself into.

It seemed tired, he just hoped it was not ill and he needed to feed it, or at least try to get it to take food.

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Now he had it warm an cushioned, but he was still hungry and scared...tired as he was he soon drifted off again to sleep when the light skinned, big man left.

Maybe..it wasn´t so bad...the big one had given him something soft and warm to lay on..he dreamt of getting back to the forest, enjoying the sun and the whispering greenery.

A metallic bang made him screech in fright, someone different stood at the cage, towering and scrunticising over him.

Huddling as far into his nest as he could, he stared up as the other, more friendly man walked over to the cage and laid down a dead fish near him.

It seemed as if they wanted him to eat the fish so he grabbed it cautious, reaching out between the bars and huddling back.

He didn´t like fish..his tribe ate mostly what the plants gave them..he could eat it..and he was hungry enough to try it, swallowing the small fish whole so he didn´t have to chew it.

The thought of eating it like the sea snakes could do, made him nauseous just thinking about it, but with swallowing it down, at least he had only some fishy taste and the slimy feeling to bear.

As the two big ones talked, he tried to speak with them again, but another bang with the staff against the bars scared him back, hiding under one of the blankets.

For them feeding him, they wouldn´t yet dispose of him..or eat him..he just hoped they would give him water and something different to eat, the thought of the fish in his stomach made him queasy...the cage he was in gave him a bit of security as strange as it sounded.

It was his safe place where they would leave him in peace, but he missed the trees and he hid his face under the cloth so they wouldn´t see him cry.
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