The Dragonborn

Chapter 1: Introduction

I suppose I should introduce myself, I can't say I'm widely known around Tamriel. At least before I found out I'm the Dragonborn, now I'm actually somebody. But I'm getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning.

My name is Kaedra, I'm an Argonian. I don't know my family name, as I was an orphan since I was old enough to remember. I was always a troublemaker, I would steal food for myself and friends. On some occasions I would attempt to make a heists with my friend, they never went well and often ended up with one of us or all of us jail time.

I was not a very good friend or thief. Hell I wasn't even a good kid. It was either a get rich quick scheme or steal medicine for my friends. I had a good group, it made up of a Breton, a Khajiit, and a Nord. We were all greedy in our own way. The Breton, when it came to magic was a hoarder. The Khajiit was just plain greedy, we all were but he took it to a new level. The Nord, her name was Kayren, she was the worst!

Her problem was that she tried to keep us together. She tried telling us that we were better off together, she wanted to make sure we were getting along. Me and Jazaro (the Khajiit) from killing each other. She tried to convince Shiela (the Breton) to share her spells with me and Jazaro so we won't get caught as easily. Whenever I would ask her if she wanted to learn the spells, she just would simply laugh and say "I'm a true nord. I don't need to learn magic," before pulling out her infamous shiv. Over time I began to care deeply for her. This emotion turned into love.

I was in my teenage years when I had obtained my first real dagger. I was able to pickpocket it off a guard. The dagger was made of Ebony so it was worth quite a bit. I rarley unsheathed the thing, only if I needed to threaten someone. About a month later I was caught while trying to break into a potions shop. When I took out the dagger the guard seemed to fixate his eyes to it. It took me a minute to realize what was wrong. This was the same guard that I had robbed.

He took out his steel sword and positioned himself into a fighting stance. I flipped my dagger upside down and held my ground. We stood there for a good couple of minutes before he spoke. "Dirty thieves like you don't deserve to live," he swung the sword at me. It was like time stopped, I was thinking that I should try to parry with my blade but my body wasn't reacting. I closed my eyes to make sure I didn't have to witness my own death. Time seemed to resume, I heard skin pierce and a grunt of pain.

I opened my eyes not to see my killer, but Kayren's. She had jumped in the way and saved me. The killer pulled the sword from her gut and fled. I She fell backwards into my chest. I made sure that she was lying down flat on the stone. "SOMEONE HELP, THERE'S BEEN A STABBING!" I yelled for help. Kayren was trying to tell me something but it came out a gurgle. I shushed her to stay quiet and reserve air. I continued to yell for help but the many people were just staring at us.

I hated the look they gave me. I knew exactly what they wanted to tell me, "It's useless" "Just walk away kid" "Runaway child". I looked back to Kayren, she had blood coming from her wound. The crimson liquid would not stop gushing from her injury as it stained the stone below us. But she seemed at peace, she smiled and lifted her hand, she was caressing my scaled check. A tear creeped down her face as she let out a harsh chuckle. Her blonde hair and blue eyes become more noticeable as the invading liquid surrounded her.

Her other hand reached into the pocket of her leather pants. She pulled out an envelope. "It's okay" I said, "You're going to Sovngarde" She smiled and closed her eyes and let go of her breath. She left this world in my arms. I held her lifeless corpse close and nuzzled her neck. How could she do this to me? How could she make me care only for her to die in my arms?

I walked back to our hideout only to find all of our money, loot, and items gone. Something in me said that I should read the envelope. I opened the paper and read. I was enraged, it read "I overheard Shiela and Jazaro talking about ratting you out. I think they are thinking of leaving and taking everything."

I wanted to indulge my sadness and grief but my better judgment told me not to. I left the hideout and just wandered. I never stayed with anyone for long. Never let myself get attached to people. I just kept on moving never staying in one place of Tamriel for too long… until I crossed the border to Skyrim.

I was trying to get through the border without having to pay. I tried to sneak through the guards but more ended up showing up. I was confused at first. But when I saw soldiers guarding a man walking down the pathway I knew what was going on. This was an ambush and I was right in the middle of it. There was an intense battle but it stopped suddenly when the man surrendered. It was a smart move but when things started to calm down me and some horse thief were spotted by the guards and we were quickly incarcerated. This was a bad start to a new land.

Well here it is. A new start to a new story. This one came to me while playing Skyrim. I need a new name for the story so please tell me if you have an idea. Check out my other stories if you haven't. As always I love you all, peace.