Hello! This is my first fanfiction, though I have been on this site for quite some time, enjoying the beautiful stories which could already be found here
English is not my native language
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Elios is not and won't be the Dragonborn
Skyrim:Left for dead
"Owwww my head !" Elios couldn't stop himself from grunting because of the pain, his vision was blurry and his head was spinning. Breathing hard, he tried to move his left arm, only for pain to go through his nerves. Waiting a few minutes for the pain to dissipate, he used hes right hand to touch his temple.
' Is that blood on my hand ?', his fingers were coated in red liquid, slowly dripping on the floor.
"Aaaaaand shit!", Elios looked around him, trying to find something to help, but nothing was in view.
Resigning himself, he decided to use his vast knowledge in magic to cast a healing spell, he told himself long ago that he would no longer use magic, but did he really had a choice ?
Mere seconds were necessary for his wound to close, once he was done, he righted himself with the help of the rock he was against and sighed.
It began when he encountered that beautiful elf at the Frostfruit Inn in Rorikstead, her cream colored skin alongside her green eyes and dark hair gave her an exotic aura which charmed Elios. Artiel was her name, she was asking the owner if he knowed anyone who went in direction of Whiterun, the same he was going didn't hesitated long before getting up from his seat and making his way toward her, she eyed him curiously before he told her he was going the same way as her, and that they could travel together if she wanted.
They leaved the inn early the next morning, still a bit drunk from the day beforebut not before wishing a good day to Mralki, the owner. The travel went well until Artiel stopped then kneeled like she wanted to take something off the ground, but not before asking him if he could take her pack for just a moment, which he did. He wondered why she took her time, until he felt something was wrong, really wrong, she was bent down and was not moving, then she quickly raised her head and had a devious smile on her face, he didn't had time to drop the bag before he felt something hit his head, knocking him out.
Elios reflected on it for quite some time and found only one explanation to what happened, she must have been with bandits, and they robbed him of every thing he had beside his clothes, miner's clothes and boots, he didn't even had one septim on him. But why hadn't they killed him ? He guessed they probably thinked he was dead, it's the only reason he could find of why he was alive.
Having nothing else to do, he decided to continue his journey to Whiterun, hopefully without bad encounter.
It had been a long time since Elios used his magic, he was quite a powerfull mage when he was still in the college of Winterhold, good in every school but a master at destruction, even Tolfdir and Mirabelle asked him about destruction sometimes, he was at the same level of mastery as Faralda.
He was part of the college until an accident, resulting with the death of his rival and friend Seren, they were experimenting on a powerful destruction spell which backfired and killed Seren. The archmage had already forbidden them from continuing that experiment, having no other choice after that death, he banished him.
Elios then told himself that he would no longer use magic and departed to Windhelm, where he encountered and befriended Jarl Ulfric but refuses to join the stormcloak. He stayed enough time in Windhelm to learn how to use a greatsword and others heavy weapon, doing some job like exterminating bandits, they were not really strong, which allowed him to pratice with his steel greatsword and orc bow, even if he was used to wear only a mage robe, he still bought himself a steel armor, for better protection.
Months later, he decided to leave Windhelm and travel around skyrim, he visited a few crypt and understood why they weren't really liked, Draugr have that effect on people.
While traveling to Riften, he encountered a dunmer named Karliah, whom he befriended and managed to convince to teach him a bit about thievery, like how to pickpocket, lockpicking, sneaking and archery, by the time she finished, and told him, he was as good as an apprentice thief and he would be better with a light armor instead of his heavy one.
He just came back from the request of a friend in Rorikstead and stopped at the inn to drink some mead before he joined Artiel.
'Musn't have been knocked out long.' Was the thought of Elios upon seeing the wall of Whiterun, it took him little less than a day to get to the city, and few minutes to get to the gate, without any problem he entered in Whiterun.
'Better see if I can get new armors and weapons', Elios began to walk toward the first building at the right of the gate, where an imperial woman could be seen working at a forge. " Hey Adrianne !" the woman raised her head toward the voice and recognized it's owner. "Hey yourself Elios !" She looked him approach and raised an eyebrow seeing how he was dressed, but couldn't stop herself from wondering why he wasn't wearing his armor. "You're not wearing your armor ?" He sighed "I got attacked and left for dead on the road this morning" "seriously ?" "Okay, I was a bit drunk from the day before and didn't realized it was a trap" "a bit drunk is not enough to make you lower your guard, what was the bait ?" "... a beautiful elf who wanted to go to whiterun ?" She stared at him, opened her mouth and closed it several time before finding something to reply "let me guess, you thinked I would give or lent you armors and weapons ?" he nodded and she continued "Okay but on one condition, I am out of materials for the imperials command, if you can find enough weapon or armors, I could melt them to obtain the necessary materials, if you don't know where to go, try Bleak Falls Barrow close to Riverwood" She handed him a steel armor, a purse of gold and let him chose which weapon he wanted, he didn't hesitated and took a steel broadsword alongside a steel dagger.
He wished her goodbye and went to buy the others necessity for such a journey, like food, drink and better clothes for mountain. Once he was ready, he leaved Whiterun and began his journey toward the Nordic ruins.