 The Battle of Proportions |
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| This Elder Scrolls Book Club selection was written by DragonScaleRider1121 | |||
nce, in ages long past, there lived a Bosmer who was mad at the world.
"Damn you, Azura! Why must you torture me so? Everyone is taller than me and it isn't fair!" he yelled to the deep blue sky.
Azura heard his cry and began to grow weary; she came to him one night in a dream. "Why do you persist in muttering your nothings to me, mortal? Why should I, who guides the fate of this world, care how tall you are?"
He looked the Daedra up and down and looked at her with a ferocity never seen from a Bosmer before or since.
"I have worshipped you faithfully since the day I spawned from my mother's womb, and yet you curse me with this shortness. I ask - no, demand - that you increase my height! If you won't do it just to do it... I'll go through whatever trials are necessary for me to grow taller."
The graceful Azura thought a moment, then responded in a booming voice, "If it will quiet your rumbling I will do this for you, but you must give your word that you won't bother me any longer, despite the outcome!"
The Bosmer eagerly responded, "You've got a deal!"
"When you awake in the morning there will be a wizard of sorts, an evil man, that will test your will. Defeat him, and you shall get your wish; fail and you shall be changed forever." The goddess faded into the mists, and he slept soundly through the rest of the night.
Upon waking the next morning he ventured cautiously outside, eager to face this foe Azura had sent for him. A cracking branch behind him made him whirl around. A wizened old man appeared through the trees; he appeared to be unarmed.
Dropping his defenses, he hailed the old man. "From where do you hail, kind sir?"
The man moved with an unnatural speed; closing the distance in a flash, he shoved his hands into the Bosmer's stomach, sending him flying.
A thick wooden staff materialized in the old man's hands. "Never anger a god, mortal." He cast a bolt at the Bosmer, which struck him square in the chest. In seconds, he shrank to the size of an imp. With a smirk, the old man walked over and kicked the Bosmer, sending him flying through the forest. The visage of the old man faded, and quiet laughter could be heard in the distance.