The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim: The Story of Navarre

This idea came to me in a dream, and after discussing this with my good friend and writing partner FanfictionFan360, I decided to turn that dream into a new fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim. All rights belong to Bethesda Studios.

Claimer: I own my OCs, Navarre, my Redguard, and Kara, a female Nordic Mage.

Chapter 1: The Rescue

My name is Navarre. I am a Redguard under orders from Ulfric Stormcloak to infiltrate Solitude to rescue one of our Nord informants being held there. I was skeptical at first since most Nords support the Empire, but when Ulfric told me that the informant had nothing but hate for the Empire, I gladly accepted the task. Unfortunately, Ulfric gave this task 4 days ago, midday. Why might this be a problem? Well, if you haven't guessed yet, I am a vampire. A vampire that hasn't fed in about 2 days since I left Windhelm. Since then, I have been more focused on my task rather than my own hunger. That I can take care of later.

I am now in the dungeon tower, searching the cells for our informant. I suddenly heard a door open, so I hid in a darkened empty cell, hoping I wouldn't get caught. Two Imperial guards walked by, but stopped in front of the cell I was in. 'Oh great. Now what am I going to do?'

"I want every single cell checked. The Stormcloaks are sure to be coming for the traitors Start at the end of the hall and work your way back to my quarters and report anything out of the ordinary." One of the guards said.

"Yes General Tullius." The second guard said.

'Tullius you bastard. Figures you would be… wait, did he just say traitors? I thought there was only one informant. Ulfric not telling me something.' I thought to myself. Once Tullius had left, the other guard started in the opposite direction, I put on my hood that I had stolen from a member of the Dark Brotherhood, and started to make my way down the left half of the hall. As I looked into each cell, finding not a single one witht the man I was looking for, I silently said to myself, "If the Empire doesn't want me to find the informant, why aren't their any guards around?"

When I got toward the end of the hall, I found a cell holding a man in his 50's, and a blonde haired woman in her early 20's, wearing only a dirty white dress that went just above her breasts with no sleeves, and a white cloak. I looked at the old man and asked, "Are you Gotoh?"

"What if I am? What's it to you Redguard?" The old man asked.

"My name is Navarre. If you are indeed Gotoh, I was sent by Ulfric Stormcloak to rescue you and bring you back to Windhelm." I said as I crouched down, pulled back my hood, and started to pick the lock as quick as I could.

"Thank Talos. Thank you Navarre." Gotoh said.

After my first pick broke, I discarded it, took out another and started over. "Who's the woman?" I asked.

"This is my daughter Kara. She was with me when I was captured, so they took her along with me." Gotoh said.

"If you don't mind my asking, why did you join the Stormcloaks?" Kara asked. Her voice sounded so soft and calming.

"Kara, let him focus." Gotoh said, just as another pick broke.

'For the love of Talos. This lock is difficult.' I thought to myself before saying, "I don't mind answering. When I was about 16 years old, my brother Mathias and I were practicing our archery when we heard a loud crash from inside our home. We ran into the house, just as two Imperials killed our parents right before our eyes."

"Tha… that's horrible." Kara said, sadness evident in her voice.

"My god. What happened after?" Gotoh asked.

"Mathias attacked one of the Imperials and knocked his sword away, toward me. I picked it up and attacked the other guard, blocking and attacking as best I could." I explained. "I managed to somehow take the second guards sword and killed him. The next thing I knew, my brother was thrown at me by the Imperial he knocked down, who somehow got away. I still to this day do not know why our parents were killed." I said as I finally picked the lock and opened the gate. "Finally. Come on. Let us leave this place and return to Windhelm."

Kara stood up and walked toward me, but Gotoh stayed put. "Father, we must leave."

"I'm not going." Gotoh said flatly.

"What" Kara and I asked at the same time.

"You two heard what I said." Gotoh replied.

"Gotoh. I have strict orders from Ulfric to bring you back to Windhelm. Whether you want to or not. I'm getting you out of here." I said sternly.

"Navarre, look at me. I'm a 59 year old wizard who's past his prime. My time in this world is quickly coming to an end." Gotoh said.

"Father don't talk like that!" Kara said as tears started to form in her eyes.

"Kara. Go with Navarre. Navarre, I want you to take care of my little girl. That is all I ask of you." Gotoh said.

"I promise. Kara will be safe with me. I will not allow any harm to come to her."

"Good." Gotoh said. "Kara, come here. I have something for you." He then removed a brick from the wall, and pulled out what appeared to be a tome of some kind. "This was your mother's special tome. Take good care of it." Gotoh said as he gave her the tome.

"I promise father." Kara said as she broke down on his shoulder.

"Kara, if we're going leave, we need to hurry. I hear a guard coming." I said.

She stood up, walked over to me, and just as we were about to leave, Gotoh said, "Navarre. When you return to Windhelm, ask Ulfric about my room. I want Kara to take it. My tome collection is available to you both, any time you need it. I keep the especially rare ones on the top shelf."

"Ver well." I said.

"One more thing Navarre. A favor."

"What is it?" I said, starting to become impatient, but still sound sympathetic.

"Kill me."

"What?" I questioned.

"I would rather die by the hand of a fellow Stormcloak than one of those Imperial dogs." He said.

I stood there for a moment, then said, "Kara, close your eyes." as I pulled a dagger from my imperial boot sheath. "It was an honor to know you, Gotoh the Great Sage of the Stormcloaks." I said before thrusting my dagger into his heart.

"Thank… you… Navarre. Tell Kara… that I… love… her…" Gotoh said lowly as his last breath left his lungs, and small tears started to sting my eyes. Ulfric will not be pleased with me.

So, how was that for a first chapter? I wanted to write a little more, but this seemed like like a good place to stop. Please review. No flames, or I will report you.

I mean it. I take that serious. I take that shit seriously.

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