~mossco1742

We have all heard the tale of the heroic Dovakin; the dragon born. The only man who was able to kill Alduin once and for all - ending the reign of terror he had created but, dragons still roam our lands unchecked, unchallenged.

But this is not the tale of the dragon born, no. This is the tale of one young Nord boy who has a strange talent for killing dragons. And his name is Fenris.

Fenris lived in a small shack in a remote part of the many woods of Skyrim with his mother. One night, whilst out hunting, Fenris' mother spotted an Elk drinking from the lake, she drew a long deep, breath as she drew the string back. Suddenly, the elk threw up its head - and darted away into the forest. Something had spooked it but what?

Little did she know that whilst she was hunting the elk she was being hunted herself. Her blood ran cold as she heard the blood curdling fry of a wolf pack - hunting - suddenly hunter had become the hunted! Before she could turn and run, the pack attacked , ruthlessly tearing into her - in desperation with the last of her strength she threw her back pack way into the snow. With her last breath she called to her child - Fenris!

Unaware of the tragedy that had befallen him, young Fenris slept in the pack - undisturbed and untouched. Later that day a Lone hunter happened upon the bloody corpse and, hearing a small bleating noise from the pack, he opened it to discover a redfaced Fenris.

Since that fateful day, some 15 years ago, the hunter Tamarack has raised Fenris as his own, teaching him to hunt and shoot a bow. He was surprised by how fast Fenris learned and how skilled he was with the bow. Fenris was now able to hit an elk between the eyes from over 100 meters away with ease.

One night before going to bed Fenris asked Tamarack:

"Where does my name come from father"

Tamarack replied "It means wolf, you were given this name because the wolves spared you. But it's time to go to bed now young man, you have to be up early to go on your first solo hunt tomorrow"

The next morning Fenris awoke to the sound of birds. He slid his feet out of his bed and onto the cold stone floor and slowly stood up.

Fenris was not a handsome boy, more rugged with his rough brown hair and his dark brown eyes. He stood 5'9, strong and well built. Despite this, he had no standing with the local girls, they saw him as the local hunter's son nothing else, none of the girls were interested in him because he had no title, no money. Nothing.

Dressed in his usual hide skin armor, he grabbed his hunting bow and quiver, and stepped out into the bright morning sunshine. He set off towards the woods where he normally hunted for big game such as elk and deer. This was his chance to prove himself.

~mossco1742