I woke up in my bed at my house in Raven Rock. Same old bed, same old house, same old city. Same old stupid, ash-covered city. I got up and quickly changed into my dress clothes. I quickly went to the main room. My mother and I were nurses, although we didn't get much business anymore. The most we've had was people coughing and chocking because of ash. My mother was already working a patient. Sure enough, Densal was coughing. I helped my mother "cure" Densal. The day was pretty slow after that. My mother and I cleaned the house, cleaned the clothes, and made dinner. It was almost time for my father to get home, so I went to my room. I loved my father, of course. Just..around then my mother and father usually fight. My parents didn't really want me seeing that. And yes, I realize that a 21 year old woman should be able to handle it, I just didn't like to see it either. I heard the door as my father came home. I don't know where he went everyday. I just assumed that he found a place to mine, seeing as the mine has been shut down for years. I soon heard my mother yelling, and I couldn't take it anymore. I silently went down to the main room. I stood in the doorway, losing my bravado. I peered into the room and almost gasped at what I saw. My mother and father were still arguing, but my father had a satchel. The flap was open and I could see in it. I wasn't sure what it was, but I could tell that it was covered in blood. My father saw me and quickly closed the flap. My mother turned and saw me. She said," Sophie, I didn't hear you come down." I felt sick to my stomach, but said," I think it's time for dinner." I turned briskly and went to the dining room. I moved quickly. I put some of the food, Ash yams and chicken breast, on plates and set them on the places on the table. I sat down at my spot just as my parents stepped in. I didn't meet their eyes as they sat down. I just started eating. After a while of silence, my mother began," Sophie, honey-" I cut her off," What was that?" My mother asked," What was what?" I growled," The thing in the bag." If even possible, my mother, who was a dark elf with black hair, turned pale. She stampered," It was nothing. N-Nothing important." I shook my head. After more silence, I asked," Why don't we go to Skyrim?" My father, a nord man with blonde hair, asked," Why would we go there? Our life is perfect here." I got angry. I slammed my fist against the table as I stood up. I shouted," Is it?! Is our life perfect?! That's why you and mom fight everyday?! Is that why we have so little money?! Is that why you guys keep secrets from me, and maybe even each other?!" My mother said," That's not what he meant. There is war in Skyrim." I shouted," Yes, there is war in Skyrim, but what is there here?! Nothing but ash!" My mother sighed," Honey, there are plenty of opportunities here." I pushed away the chair and stormed off to my room. I made a decision. I was going to Skyrim. I was going home. Whether my parents wanted me to or not.