MR-WIKI-96
I know all! I am the WIKI!
Plot: This fanfic is about a man who has his human heart swapped with a daedra's heart by the daedric princess Boethiah. He has 1 week to find his old heart and change it back before the evilness and darkness of the daedra heart consumes him. This is my first fanfic, so tips and pointers are welcome here, as well as positive and negative criticism.
Chapter 1: Down in the Dumps
Henrik Grey-Wave was awaken to a small light shining through one of the small cracks in the ceiling of his home in Markarth. Henrik grunted as the bright light was shining vigorously at his eyes. Henrik slowly sat up from his bed, looking at his reflection on the silver ball head in the middle of the shield that was hanging on his wall. Most people would see your average brown haired, blue eyed nord. But Henrik didn't see this. He saw a shadow of his former self.
Henrik walked out of bed to collect his boots for his work, when he saw a silver ring lying right beside the boots. The ring belonged to Henrik's ex-wife, Maeva. Henrik broke up Maeva only a day ago. The divorce was because Maeva accused Henrik of not giving their relationship any spark or passion. Henrik and Maeva argued like a pair of wolves over a dead carcass, before Maeva left too live with her sister in Whiterun.
Henrik looked at the ring and saw nothing but anger, sadness and fury. A shot of pain hit Henrik's heart as the thought of his ex-wife crossed his mind.
"Ahhhhhhh!", screamed Henrik as he threw the ring with all his hatred at the wall on the other side of his room.
The silver ring cracked as it fell too the ground. Henrik walked over it and tried to crush it under his foot; Henrik felt it was like crushing a part of him. Henrik proceeded to walk to his front door. "Another fluffing day in paradise", uttered Henrik.
Henrik reached his workplace: Left Hand Mine. Henrik got a good look at the place from his viewing point by the side of the road.
"This place looks plops. *sigh* I look like plops", said Henrik as he starts to walk towards the mine.
People started looking at him, whispering to each other. The news of Henrik's break up spreaded like the ash clouds of Morrowind. One of the miner's stared at Henrik with great nosiness.
"What!? You ain't never seen a depressed nord before!? Scram!", shouted Henrik as the miner runs out of Henrik's sight.
Henrik went to pick up his pickaxe from his personal chest in the Miner Longhouse. Henrik never keeps his work stuff at home. It's Henrik's personal Idiosyncrasy. Henrik opened the longhouse door too see it was deserted.
"Thank Talos", said Henrik.
All Henrik wants is too be alone. He doesn't think he'll be used to company for a long time now. Henrik opened his work chest too find his pickaxe and an old note:
Have a nice day at work. Love you xx Maeva.
Henrik's face grew red like a snowberry. He crunched it up and threw it into the longhouse's fireplace. Henrik watches it burn, his heart feels pain as the old love note turns into a black piece of nothingness.
"Some work should help clear my mind."
Henrik picks up his pickaxe and heads straight to the mines.
Henrik looked and see's everyone busy at working. They were too busy with their work too even notice Henrik; It was as if he was a ghost. Henrik found a free iron ore vein and started getting too work. Henrik started smashing it with his pickaxe. The old love note was still stuck in his mind. He tried to focus on the work, but the more he focused, the harder he hit. Henrik started smashing harder. And harder. And harder. Before he shouted
"Get out of my head!"
Some of the workers stopped too look, but Henrik took no notice of them. Instead he just kept digging.
Henrik had been working at that one ore vein for 10 hours non stop. He was starting too sweat and breathe heavily and he wasn't even digging iron anymore. He was digging stone now. Everyone was starting too worry, until Tobias, a workmate of Henrik, came up too him with a proposition.
"Hey Henrik. Me and some of the other guys are going for drinks at the Silver-Blood inn. You want too come?"
Henrik stopped mining; he was breathing heavily when he turned towards Tobias.
"You know what, I need it", replied Henrik.
Tobias was probably the only one Henrik could count on right now.
"Ok then let's go". Henrik walked out of the mine with Tobias. Still thinking about Maeva. A drink will help, thought Henrik.
Henrik took his seat at the bar in the inn.
"A nord mead, please", asked Henrik."Coming right up", replied the barkeep. Henrik got his mead and started drinking it like there was no tomorrow. Tobias came to seat beside him.
"Hey man, How are handling this?", asked Tobias.
"So you noticed huh?, said Henrik.
"I could I not? You shouted at another miner and then mined non stop on the same vein for 10 hours", said Tobias.
"yeah, well. I just...miss her you know. I mean, more passion!? Really!? I hate her so much, but I still love her. I just want too forget her", said Henrik , chugging down a mead.
"Well you know what cures that? Mead", said Tobias.
Tobias picks up a mead and shouts: "Too forgeting pain!"
"Too forgeting pain!", replies the bar, as they all take a chug of mead down their gullets.
Henrik looked at his drink and uttered to himself: "Well here's too a night "forgetting". He chugged his drink like a true nord, thus starting his night.