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"Each event is preceded by Prophecy. But without the heroes, there is no Event. In the waning years of the Third Era of Tamriel, travelers from a distant realm were sent to our world, without explanation, to Nirn, ignorant of the role they would play in our history..."
- Zurin Arctus | The Underking
The darkness faded, replaced by a billowing crimson fog. The voluminous blanket dispersed into an alien landscape. The twins floated unaware of anything around them other than the red ash covered barren scene. Rocky hills with dried up and dangerous looking vegetation drifted by. A depressing view of a place that had been wracked by some devastating apocalyptic event. Though the visuals were harrowing, sleepy peace still flooded their heads.
Then spoke the voice of a goddess. A woman saddened by the message she must pass on, though still hopeful that it will bring the youth some understanding. "You have been abducted through your dreams by an unknown assailant. Taken into our plane for some unknown purpose. I have done what I can to keep you safe, but the fiend who stole you is thwarting my abilities. I have placed you in custody of the Imperial Navy, a prisoner to be brought to the east into the land of Morrowind. The Dunmer are unwelcoming to outsiders, but fear not, for I am watchful. You have been chosen."
A flash of lightning interrupted the celestial voice and the scene before them faded from their view of the red ashen mountain. The world began to rock as if they laid in a cradle that meant to ease them from the bad omens they had just endured. A rushing sound, like waves, filled their ears and the creaking of wood finally broke them from their stupor.
The smell of brine and old pine filled their noses, along with an odor of leather and dusty fur. The twins awakened with little on them. Josh only in a loin cloth that barely acted to cover his modesty. Though the chill of being practically nude was some help to conceal what could have been hanging below. His sister, Emma laid beside of him, eyes blinked as groggy as her brother was. Her attire was only slightly less revealing. She was also in a loin cloth with no other under garment to cover her bottom but the two lose pieces of fabric that clung to her hips by a loose strip of leather. She could feel herself exposed to the air. Her breasts were also covered by a similar garment that was wrapped just under their armpits with a single piece of fabric long enough to cover her nipples. Other than these scant garments, the two were practically nude.
Though the she felt groggy, Emma could remember going to sleep in her own bed last night. How she got here and dressed this way was a complete mystery. She remembered the dream, the woman speaking to them, explaining their predicament. Where she was did not feel like a dream in any sense. The only familiar sight was of the brother she had not seen for three years. Despite the fact that she had known he was in the Queen's Army, his appearance was no different than she last remembered. His brilliant auburn hair that matched hers was still dyed a raven black and nearly as long as her own hair.
They were on a boat, on the bottom deck in some storage room. Around them were barrels that smelled both salty and sweet, likely filled with provisions. They each laid upon a pile of animal skins, most with furs. They still had the musky smell of the beast, but it was cleaned and cured as not to be too offensive to the senses. Her body was sore from sleeping on such a lumpy and scratchy surface, as if she had been here all night.
