To the people of Solstheim, weather was a slight oddity in their... less than peaceful town.
It was never really a problem to any of the inhabitants of the island, being inbetween a scorching sun beating down on them, and a raging snowstorm ravaging their island. Some thanked the Divines for the eternal standstill of the elements, but others speculated. Was it the magic of a sorcerer which stopped the sun fron engulfing the island in a blaze, or stopping a snowstorm from burying the island in mountains worth of snow? Was the island stuck in a time loop, not being able to progress with the seasons?
Or, possibly, were the legends true? Was the hex of Akatosh's high priest, Fafnir, a real thing? Myths were never meddled with, as most believed them to be untrue, but with the impeding doom across the horizion, the townfolk didn't know what to believe in. Those who believed in the hex spoke of it preventing the weather from ever destroying the town.
This doom, may you ask? I can only recall so much, the event that took place that day caused a lot of us to flee. Being a sorcerer myself, I tried to assist in preventing the attack. They even broke the hex of Fafnir, casted over a 1000 years ago, which shocked us at the College.
Anyways, i'm trailing off. The doom was a volcano. A volcano bigger than the statue built by Imperial workers hundreds of years ago, was raised straight from the sea. A dark priest that goes by the name of Hathrok swore revenge on the town for sacrificing his daughter to the ancient Divines, and 10 years later he got exactly that.
He raised the volcano with a help of a few followers of his who believed the town deserved to pay for their henious actions. The entire town watched as the volcano erected from the ground and in an instant, started its assault on the one peaceful town of Solstheim.
Screams echoed throughout the woods as magma spewed out of the volcano's spout and covered the town with burning hot liquid. An elder of the town named Nazarthl hurried quickly to the shrine he had been praying to for his entire life. This once, he asked the Divines for something. For a miracle. For a saviour.
He looked around for something, but his call was not answered. The fate of the town was sealed, with no magic strong enough to contain the volcano, he knew they were all done for. He sadly walked away from the shrine, crestfallen.
But, he noticed a squeak from the corner. He turned around and saw the corner of the shrine frozen over, chilling the room. The squeak revealed itself as a... snow fox? This was no ordinary animal. It's fur was radiant and, although being a snow fox, had a fire in it's eyes. A fire to save this town.
It brought with it a small stone, which seemed normal, but upon further inspection, there was text engraved on the side of the stone that read: "This little one will combat the blight, but only once the time is right. Once the stone glows bright, this little fox will be ready to fight." His miracle had been answered! He muttered a fast prayer thanking Talos, and quickly scurried off to the other elders with his news.
They were all fascinated with the snow fox, as he jumped from shoulder to shoulder and snuggled them all. He was not ready to fight the volcano, but for sure, once the time is right, he will bring...
The Coldest Night.
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