The Road to becoming a champion- A Skyrim Fanfic.

[onewithchaos]

Prologue

Let me tell you a story. It is one of adventure, of excitement and one of mystery. It is the story of my life.

My life was not all that remarkable to begin with. I was born in the city of Layawiin, a small city located in the swampy delta region of southern Cyrodiil, in a small house near the city wall. Nothing special about it. My mother was the owner of the local pawn shop; my father was a member of the town guard so I was able to learn a bit of sword play from him. By the time I was 15, I was going out on my own. I began to explore a little, maybe go into some ruins from time to time, but never deep enough to encounter the hidden dangers that lurked there. Sometimes I would get into fights with bandits and the like, but nothing I could not handle. Around the time I was 18, things started getting interesting.


I started hearing rumors about civil war and what not in Skyrim. I also heard that the damned Thalmor had a weaker presence up there, so I decided to head to Skyrim and join the Imperial Legion. If there was indeed a civil war going on, they would need every able bodied man and woman they could get. The Empire cannot fight the Thalmor if it keeps breaking apart. What are the Thalmor you may ask? They are the Aldmeri dominion, all the elf races combined... Arrogant [&@%!] they are.

I started my journey to Skyrim the following morning. I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up earlier than I usually did. The sun was just starting to appear over the city walls, casting strange shadows about the place. I made my way through the empty streets towards the town wall, everyone still asleep in their homes. The air outside the town smelled fresh with the scent of grass. I had everything ready to start my trip north.

Cyrodiil is dotted with many ruins left over from ages past, most of them home to bandits, various undead, and other creatures. I passed many of these ruins on my way north, though I did not dare venture inside of any of them. Several had bandits camped outside of them, but nothing too hard, and I was able to make quick work of them.

The farther north I went, the colder it got. After about two days I reached the town of Bravil, where it was snowing. I stopped here for the night. It felt so good to sleep in an actual bed for once, much better than sleeping on the ground. What was even better was the fact that I got one of the barmaids to share it with me. Now, that was a fun night. The following morning I got up rather late. I had not slept in a bed for two days so I wanted to take my time because I did not know when my next chance I got to sleep in one would be. I gathered my things and went outside in no particular rush. Judging by the position of the sun it was about 10am. I walked to the gate, taking one last look at the peaceful town. Little did I know my life was about to change forever.

I followed the road as it slowly meandered north, towards Pale Pass, one of the many entrances into Skyrim. I went past a stable where I saw a guy in rags stealing a horse. It looked like a tough and rugged animal, brown hair covered it completely save a little white at the tip of its mouth. I would have tried to stop him but I was on foot, he was on horseback; even had I tried, he would have easily been able to out run me. I had no choice but to let him go For the most part, the rest of the journey to Pale Pass was uneventful. I did, however, go past the Pale Pass Fort; they fixed it up quite nicely from the pictures of it I have seen. I remember that about 200 years ago, the fort was lost; everyone had forgotten it even existed. The Champion of Cyrodiil (I wonder if I am related to that badass?), however, rediscovered it in one of his many adventures across the land. This particular quest was for the Lady of Skingard, a city in southern Cyrodiil. I might have to go back to the history books for that, but I don't really give a damn about historical accuracy. Anyway, Pale Pass was rediscovered and soon all the ghosts and undead were purged from the place. Eventually the fort was back in working order and there is was with a full garrison.

There was a light snow falling and a soft wind blowing through the pass. The sun cast long shadows of the soldiers patrolling the ramparts. I swear their armor seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun; it was truly an amazing sight. I continued past the fort and its guards in awe. Towards the far end of the pass, I came across another group of travelers, about seven of them. Each carried a long sword and a shield, though other than that they carried no other arms or armor. With a few exchanged words, we ended up traveling together. It was dusk when we exited the pass. We were about an hour’s walk away from the gate that marked the entrance to Skyrim. We steadily made our way to the gate. It was a massive piece of construction. It had two heavy wooden doors that could be closed to cut off travel. On top of the two heavy doors was a walk way for guards, though it appeared to be empty at the moment. As we started to near it, we received arrow fire from all directions. I drew my sword, thinking this was some ambush set up by bandits. The last thing I expected was to come under attack from Imperial soldiers. I dropped my weapon; there was no way I was going to fight the Imperial legion. Hell, I wanted to join them; that was my whole reason for coming to Skyrim in the first place. The others tried to continue fighting, why, I did not know. I was hit by something from behind; my guess is it was probably a rock. I was out cold, the sound of battle fading before me.

Please leave comments and give advice, its always helpfull.

[DikaSmausha]

I am liking it so far, and you could probably post it here http://forums.uesp.net/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=35082. It would get more attention.