Prologue: Dream
The world is black, like a void. A haze appears, giving some character to the darkness, and a room comes into shape. A small rom came into shape, aged walls and windows that were typical of a small cabin became prominent, what’s more is that the windows are barred shut, as if to keep prying eyes out. The only furniture is a round table with several chairs with a chandelier that hung low above the table. The haze becomes lighter, and several figures can be seen in the chairs. They share the same robes, black with gold trimmings. There are guards wearing intricate light armor, and pointed ears can be seen on each person.
“When is he going to get here?” one of the figures at the table asked.
“Late again? Not surprising, the High General grew up in Orsinium.” Another spoke.
“That’s no reason to waltz around like one of those bloody Nords. The Aldmeri Dominion has to keep a high level of status, and he’s not helping.” The first replied.
“Getting antsy?”
“I hate waiting.”
“I'm here,” a voice called from the door by the guards. The figure wore a set of robes like the others, but without the hood. His skin was slightly yellow in color, his ears were pointed, and his facial features seemed longer.
“What took you?” one of the first voices asked.
“I found a new realm and did some scouting.” The general replied.
“What does that mean?”
“I found the Argonians that disappeared. They are in another realm, and it is a powerful one. If the Dominion took over this plane, we would be unstoppable.” The general answered with a clenched fist.
“What makes you think the council will agree to this?” another voice asked.
“easy.” He snapped his fingers and a creature was dragged in. it was equine in shape, and had blue fur, and a grey mane and tail. It had a cutie mark, one of a farming hoe. “I pulled this from the other side.”
The figures in the room let out a collective gasp. “What is that?” one asked.
The standing figure held his hand over the pony’s head, and drained magic from him. The stallion slumped down, and the figure turned back to his comrades.
“It is like a battery. I have drained him three times so far and I have never felt more powerful.” He said darkly.
“Could be just an illusion; I want proof.” One growled.
He laughed and held up his palm; raw magica flowed from it, creating a blue flame. The fire then latched itself around his hand, traveling up his arm and around his body, creating a blue spectral armor that made him look like he was a set made of dragon bones. A large sun shaped shield materialized on his left arm, and in his right, a long sword like the one from the story of Pelinal Whitestrike. He swung the sword effortlessly, like it weighed nothing, and turned to one of his guards.
“Strike me.” he said casually, his voice seemingly amplified by the spectral armor.
The guard nodded and drew his sword, stabbing it straight into the general’s breastplate. The sword shattered like glass, the other officials stared in awe of the display.
The armor fizzled out after a few seconds; he gasped and chugged down a magica potion. “It takes quite a bit of magica to hold a spell like that, more than anyone has been known to have. Draining him three times has given me the power to not only create it, but hold it. With powers like that, imagine the possibilities.” He let his statement sink in to the robed figures in front of him.
“You want us to go to war with another realm? What makes you sure that the Deadric Lord living there won’t retaliate?” one asked.
“That’s just it; I found no Deadra, and there wasn’t even any war that I have observed. If we were to attack, they wouldn’t stand a chance.” The General answered, clenching a fist.
“Your trick caught my interest; I will lend you aid, but if it turns out there is a Deadric Lord… you’re on your own.” the one farthest to the right said.
“I second that notion.” another agreed.
One by one, everyone in the room agreed to the generals plans. A smile tugged at his lips as the gears slowly turned in his head.
“How will we go about getting the council to agree with this plan though?” one asked.
“I have an idea, but it will require some fine tuning.” He replied.
“Why not show them the power you showed us?” another suggested.
“Good idea, gentlemen. this is the start of a new age for Tamriel, with the Dominion leading it.”
The haze returned to the room, and darkness crept back from the corners. The shadows covered everything, slowly sending the room back into darkness. Once the room went black again, low laughter started up, slowly gaining strength before two mismatched eyes opened and a ghastly smile appeared.
“Chaos is coming, hope you’re ready little pony…”