Chapter one: Curfew
Setting: Molag Mar, Vvardenfell
"The rise and fall of dawn and dusk will be your destiny, the destiny of all. What once was is, and will be always. Prepare for the new age mortals for the dawn is breaking." ?Azura, daedric prince of dawn and dusk
Shadows danced fiercely amongst the uniform cantons aligned in the city of Molag Mar while the sun began its solemn descent into darkness. Young Falen Ralas a Dunmer of age 12 stared out onto the streets watching the Ordinators clear the streets of people before nightfall. For as long as he could remember there has been a strict curfew in Molag Mar after dusk, and he had seen only one break that curfew. Old Aren had been a kindly Altmer who ran a rare item shop which young Falen frequently visited. He was fascinated by all of the Dwemer and Daedric artifacts and spent hours listening to Aren's adventures of obtaining each piece. On the day Aren broke the curfew Falen went to the shop only to find it was closed for the day, being a close friend to Aren, Falen knocked on the door to see if he was inside. No one answered, Falen was about to go home when he heard loud crashes and objects being thrown inside. He opened the door to find the shop in ruins and Aren thrashing around like a lunatic, his hands were bloody and the only thing which remained in order was a small statuette of the Daedric Prince Molag Bal.
Aren turned toward Falen with an insidious scowl,
"False gods, false gods all of them, They will not live to see the Dawn!!!" spoke Aren as though Falen was not even there.
"He is always watching me? make him stop; he will devour my entrails for knowing the truth, the scheme. Do not listen to him or his unsister, your rise and fall will be that of all of Tamriel? you must run!" As Aren came closer his face looked pale and dead with glistening fangs in his mouth, Falen was horrified and cowered in the corner expecting his death instead he heard the sound of the door opening and the rush of icy air. Falen looked out of the window, it was already night fall, he saw the silhouette of Aren rush towards the street and as he fell to his knees staring into the twin moons a pair of Ordinators had spotted him. Falen looked on as the Ordinators unsheathed their blades and felled the head of his friend. He went back to the corner of the shop and waited for dawn. In the morning he was awoken by an Ordinator who at first inspected his neck.
"You're lucky to have escaped a vampire unscathed; we got the bastard so you can sleep safe at night in your home." Spoke the Ordinator as he escorted him to a section of the city with a mass amount of people, those people encircled a pike with Arens head mounted with a note saying:
"The curfew placed in Molag Mar is to ensure that the children of Bal do not wreak havoc and wander the city at night, those who are not vampires have no reason to be out at night." ?by order of the Temple
Falen finally discovered the reason for the curfew, not many people would talk about such things and the curfew became such a normalcy that most people either forgot or did not acknowledge its purpose. Many people became frightened that an actual threat of vampires was inside Molag Mar.

I read the first line, stopped, and passed the time chewing my nails.

I'm just gonna say it's too short. I'll read it after House goes off, then I'll criticise and congratulate accordingly.

Your text could use a bit of re-formatting. It's too cluttered. Make paragraphs.