Hey everyone. How's it going out there in internet land? Whelp this is my first ever story. It is more than likely no where near the greatest thing you ever read, but hey I'm trying. Criticism is greatly apprecited, good or bad. And just so you know, I honestly don't know where this story is going. I hope to update regularly, but you know how that goes. Anyway please read and reveiw.
Enjoy!
I do not own anything of the Elderscrolls. That all goes to Bethesda. However, Alferneth Zyorvan is my original creation.

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My amber orbs scanned the room, looking for an object that would be worth my while. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw something twinkle in the pale moon light. With hushed feet, I moved swiftly but quietly to the twinkle's destination.

Ah, that will bring me the perfect amount of coin. Once my thought had finished I heard a creak of wood coming from the room beside me.

Time to make haste! My mind raced at the thrill of being caught. I claimed my golden object and shoved it into safekeeping. My heart pounding out of my chest as I try to conspire the best and safest way out of the now dangerous house.

Now would be a great time for invisibility potions, Allie! My inner thoughts degrading me as adrenaline coursed through my veins.

Eh, let's just make a break for it. I silently rolled past the door that held my predator, and ran to the exit, making each footfall light as the air itself. As I edged the door open, I saw a light come on in the room my body was just in.

Too close… Closing the door shut as the frigid night air hit my face; I let out an elongated held breath. I proceeded to walk down to the front gates to get out of this prison of a city.

You definitely did not need to get caught by Clan Shatter-Shield. Not one of your best moves. I'm pretty sure that spending a couple of days in Windhelm Jail is not on your agenda, I thought soundlessly to myself.

Finally making it to the main entry, I glanced over to see a snoring guard asleep at his post. "Yes, I totally feel safe in the cold heartless city with this s'wit standing watch at the door. I should pickpocket you for your stupidity. But now I'm in no mood to be caught, so you should consider yourself lucky, bastard," I whispered, my teeth visibly clenched.

All I could think of at the moment was getting far away from the old city and into a warm fur covered bed. I trudged my way up towards Windhelm Stables, glancing over to see if the Caravans happened to be in town. With no camp set up, I figured they must be off somewhere else.

Sigh; maybe I will have better luck in Riften, I assumed as I shielded my eyes from the blinding snowstorm. I walked down the steps leading up to the gray city and looked over toward the stables to see if I could spot a carriage driver anywhere around. Finally the horse hooked up to the cart caught my eye.

"Good morning, sir," I called up to the Nordic man. "Are you happening to go to Ivarstead anytime soon?"

"I can take you right now, miss, but it will cost you extra since it's an out-of-the-way trip," he answered as I fished out seventy septims from my purse. "Go ahead. Climb in back once you are ready and we will be off," his accent strong in his words as he looked through his earned money.

I went around behind and hauled myself up into a seat. It would be a while till we got to Ivarstead, and more than likely travel till dawn. Without my mind's permission, my body lowered itself down into a lying position and my eyes drooped shut into a restless, dreamless sleep.

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"Miss? Miss, are you awake?" A far away manly voice called out to me.

"Uhh…" I open my aching eyes to see the carriage driver staring down at me. As my vision cleared, I could tell we were out of the snow ridden providence and into a summer like town. "Is it dawn? Are we in Ivarstead?" I asked rubbing sleep from my eyes.

"Yes, miss. We reach Ivarstead a couple of minutes ago. I noticed that you were fast asleep so I figured I should come and wake you up. Especially if you have somewhere important to be," the Nord recalled.

"Just into a nice pelt covered cot. Thank you, sir. Have a nice trip back to Windhelm," I replied as I slowly stood up and jumped out of the carriage. I soon realized jumping was the wrong idea when every muscle and bone in my being ached and screamed from the uncomfortable position I was in all night long. A long sleep is all I need; something to take all this pain away. A wooden bench in a carriage definitely didn't suffice.

With the motivation of finding a place to sleep, I looked around for the inn in this still slumbering town. Almost immediately, I saw a wooden post sign for a place named Vilemyr Inn. "This must be my place, considering I seriously doubt they have more than one inn," I muttered to myself while walking into the tavern.

"We have food and board, so what can I get you?" A bald Nordic man, Willhelm, called to me.

"One room, please," I asked as I dug in my coin purse to gather ten septims.

"Alright. It's yours for a day. It's the room on your left," Willhelm said looking happily at his claimed coin.

I trekked over to my rented room, making sure I kept putting one foot right in front of the other. Once inside, I turned around and locked the door, for my privacy of course. On the back of the door, a mirror showed an image of a Bosmeri maiden. Someone I didn't recognize anymore.

So much has changed… I may still have my amber orbs and my light brown hair that reaches slightly below my shoulders, but the person that is buried beneath that… I don't know her. How long has it been? How long has it been since I came back from Sovngarde? Sovngarde changed me. I may have been a young girl running with the Companions within the inner Circle, changing into a werewolf each and every night. But that is not me now.

Everything changed when I became the Dovahkiin, Dragonborn. Fate took me into its hands. Said I had to play its game the way it wanted it to be played. I was just its puppet, unable to bend against its master, only able to just enjoy the ride in hope that it would end well. Now, however, fate has let me go. Let me take back my life and play the game I wanted to play in the first place. But now, I am known to hero to all. I want a quiet life; an ordinary life. A life where I can slip into a house, get caught and not have to worry about a reputation because I won't have a name put to my face.

But alas, fate has not allowed that. I cannot turn back the wonderful hands of time. I have to keep moving on with my head held high, or in my case, low to the ground to sniff out all the great gems and trinkets waiting in a lonely house.

After several minutes of thoughts running head first through my skull, I broke eye contact with my reflection only to connect them with the warm bed, calling to me ever since last night. Eh, more sleep never hurt anybody, I proposed as I started stripping off my armor and weapons. First came off my hunting bow and iron arrows, my steel daggers from my boots, and my sword belt from around my hips(I know, I'm supposed to be playing normal, not looking like I'm going off to war). Then I ripped off my bracers and boots, along with my armor, to only be left in my under things. After fully undressing, I slipped into a cozy bed to be drifted off to sleep for the second time within twelve hours.

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I open my eyes to see the golden glow of the sun filter in to my room through the window. Ugh. It must be midday or even close to evening by now. I better get up and do something productive. I groaned to myself as my bare feet touched the cold stone floor. The warm bed still present in my thoughts, I pulled on my hide gear with my weapons to get ready for new day (or night considering the current hour).

Music fills my ear as I open my door and casually walk into the main room. I look over to who was singing, and I notice it's the Nordic girl by the name of Lynly Star-Sung, someone I meet a while ago when I was chasing and slaying dragons.

"For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows. You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come," her sweet feminine voice finishing the song. Applause fills the room, giving the bard a sense of accomplishment for a song well done.

"Your voice is so beautiful. It makes a well-known tune like that come a live every time you strike a note," I praised as I walked up to her.

"Thank you so much. It's one of my favorite songs. I love to sing it. You know, I actually meet the Dragonborn a year or so ago," Lynly claimed, bragging clear in her expression and words.

Good. She doesn't recognize me. "Oh did you now? That must have been remarkable! Do you know what the Dragonborn's name was by chance? I know that's a silly question, but I never really have heard anyone call him anything but Dragonborn or Dovahkiin," I questioned, totally feigning it.

"She usually passes through Ivarstead a lot. She would stay the night always and we would stay up in the wee hours talking about nothing and everything. Oh, and the Dovahkiin is a she, by the way. Her name was Zyorva. A young Bosmeri maiden. It's funny really. She almost looks exactly like you…" My heart skipped a beat. Please don't notice me. Please. "But it must be a coincidence. You wouldn't be asking me about her if it was you, right? By the way, what is your name?"

"Alferneth. Allie for short. And it's really funny how people can look near identical sometimes," I laughed, my voice shaky and unsteady. "Well it was nice meeting you, but I really must get going. I slept a little too long, I'm afraid."

"Mmmm. I know the feeling. Anyway, have a nice trip to wherever it is you are going," Lynly called as I rushed toward the door. I needed fresh air, now. I don't want anyone to figure out my other identity. I want a normal life. Not a celebrity's life. Why can't some spotlight loving person be the Dragonborn? Not some low life like me. I cursed at myself as I made my way outside. Fate is a cruel mistress indeed.

"I just need to get to Riften. I'm sure I can find something to do over there… It is the city of thieves after all, though by the sounds of it they don't sound like they are doing so hot. Eh. I'll figure out something. But right now my biggest problem is finding out how to get there. Sigh. I guess by foot is my only option. I'm the genius that wanted to come here anyway, when I could have had a straight trip to Riften," I muttered under my breath. "And Allie, if you haven't noticed yet you are talking to yourself! Get a life, shut up, and walk."

After I finished the internal monologue going on inside my mind, I headed for the outskirts of town. Time to get this show on the road, I guess. And try to act average and not let anyone find out your secrets while you're at it, s'wit. Shaking my head, I shouldered my weapons and marched off into the incoming darkness.