Is It Wrong To Be A Khajiit In A Dungeon

Much is not known about the dungeon. Like the depth of the abyss in the ocean, mysteries waiting to be unveiled but prevailed against thousands wondering and brave souls to seek for the knowledge contained, or the vast riches lay deep between its layer. It endured for Millenia.

In this vast world, Divine beings exist, for they descend to the mundane world is just yet another proves of their existence. Then, it begets a question.

What were they doing up in heaven?

Do they have any resemblance of a duty to uphold?

Or was it just another layer of boredom.

All souls return to heaven, in a cynical way, every soul was to be judged accordingly of the suitable mood of the god the souls stumbled upon. This is their duty, yet the poor, the rich, the evil, the saint, the braves will have the same or abysmal chance at all to let be rest amongst the garden of Eden. If not, some may be lucky to be reincarnated again with the past slated clean and began life anew, or the unlucky… I don't know what to expect.

I pity the denizens of this world. What a sloppy system, could they just create a simple karmic system that judged accordingly of the past deed? Maybe not, I can't comprehend the mind of O' the divine beings. That's beside the point.

And then another question popped up.

If Souls go to heaven to be judged, then where do the souls of the monster go?

Every being, be it monster or not, had the same life force that kept their spiritual and physical body together. Without equilibrium maintained, life won't be formed. And then, where do they go? Who judged their souls?

Fels told me about theory, that the Dungeon is the one who manages to do so. Then maybe it confirmed thing, that the dungeon is a living entity, birthing and recycling the souls of the Monsters. Tragic perhaps, as millions of souls of the monster were being sent every day over Past Millenia by the hand of the braves and adventurers.

Being reincarnated over, and over again, in an untold number of the passing years without rest. Surely, something will always show its wear and tear, even the weary souls of the monster.

Xenos, the collective sentient race of monsters that go such excruciatingly painful way to acc.u.mulate sentience by learning through sheer wills and gathering thousands figment of memories of their past. No one sure, how they gain their complete sentience, which the cause even in hundred years done solely searched by Fels still unknown.

Yet, he asked me, with an offer of a bone.

Help us.

Such an honest, and simple gestures.

Honestly, I don't know what to say, much to think.

Yet, here I am. In an unknown world, with a shady wraith of a skeleton talking beneath the ground. What my purpose anyway, to be granted the power of a Dragonborn.

Was this the sword of destiny, to be asked to help an entire race so they could claim something as their home?

I realized the moment I step and involve in this world is the day I will lose my day past and life. A life devoid of purpose, and stagnancy. Yet, here I am possessing power and the new life I don't deserve.

Without purpose, those powers will only rot away or worst, corrupted and be set to the path of damnation.

I pursed my arms, wavering between accepting or not.

In the end, I made a choice. I huffed my c.h.e.s.t in a sigh, then level to those so it matched the floating green orbs.

"My friend, I'm sorry. There's so much unknown for Dro'zah at this moment."

The orbs wavered slightly, "But do know that Dro'zah will always be there should you require assistance," Instead I gave something to fill his empty cold and bony fingers.

A set of an amulet, it was the reverse of my calling spell. Like the loyal Dovah that would answer the call of his Dragonborn or the Faithful companion that will always carry his burden, I will answer to the amulet.

His gaze turned into it, then it yet matched again to mine, this time with a stronger flame between his socket.

"Thank you, and should you accept our offers…" Then it spectacularly wavered again, "Ah, I didn't bring mine."

Way to break the ice, nice one Fels.

I pat his shoulders, then a sniffle started, I tried to prevent leak coming out my mouth.

We were chuckling, then into a burst of full-blown laughter that echoed between the dingy and dark corridor of the sewers.

"It's fine, oh, you won't mind if Dro'zah takes this place as his residence, hmm?"

"That should be fine, I'll know where to look. The rules of the city are the same for any civilized society. Just don't be discovered, and I may not be able to aid you in time."

"Noted, then a sign of friendship."

I offered him my hand.

"Friendship."

A bond, a peculiar one formed at that time in the darkest recesses of a great city.

After a while, he left me. Not through some kind of portal or magic, just pure walking to the rickety doors. He really knew what time to break my expectations, didn't he?

Then like a burst of a great dam, the weight started to wash on my back. I slumped myself to the wall.

Now, I'm alone.

In an unknown but fantasy world.

I was almost killed. Being chased through half a city.

I made a friend. Have a great conversation.

I live in a dream right now.

Being granted a new lease of a life, and power.

Isn't that great, mother?

A sliver of tears passed through my cheeks, glistening the snowy fur within the darkness.

For that time, perhaps, the figment of the Dragonborn too. I cried in despair, for the last time, and the resolve I need to make in this new, hopefully, bright world.