Chapter 1 before I stated playing with fire
Im not the dragonborn im not that handy with a sword but im a Nord im bad at work and my parents disowned me at the age of 15 My name is Zack no last name because my parents put me up for adoption. Before I found out I had a talent for the arcane arts I was constantly being kicked around abused and bullied by the Nord because I was weak body from birth and could not help often and I looked like a spoiled little brat to the other kids. There was one time where one snuck in my room in the middle of the night put a block of wood between my lags than broke them with a war hammer and told me if I was going to do no work at all I might as well not move at all. I look back on that and compare them to now and I must say I wish I could blast fire on him before he could have broke my legs. The orphanage wasn't all that bad yea I may have had a old batty crone looking over us be you know when she was not around it was all right the other kids where nice most of the time there was the occasional bulling but we where brother and sisters if you think about it. We lived all under the same roof we ate under the same roof so why not. even when i was in the orphanage I was still weak and the only way i could help was make a fire and I must say I was good I would sit there watching the fire for hours some times I thought I could hear the fire speak to me but I brunched it off like I was just imaging things and I more than likely was you know.
authors note: well this is my first chapter if you have ideas for this story go on and tell me i will more than likely put it in and thanks for reading the first chapter