Chapter One
Swords and lightning flashed with equal ferocity as blood sprayed the already crimson snow. Men cried the cries of battle, as well as the cries of pain. Pain, pain, pain. The only feeling I knew. Mind, gone, numb, pain. Dead, no, not dead. Pain means life. Bliss is death. Who am I? Where am I? My memory is gone. The pain doesn't allow it to return. The only sound is the sound of my heart slow. A countdown to bliss. Eternal…bliss….
A light flashes and im laying on a beaten path surrounded by trees. The sun is too bright, and forces me to cover my eyes. I feel the rough ground on my bare skin. Im naked. I hear the gallop of a horse, and then the trot, and then nothing. I move my hand and allow my eyes to adjust to the light. But instead there is the looming shadow of a horse, with a boy mounted on top. The boy looked to be about 13 and Nord. He looked at me with concern and started to speak, but I couldnt hear him. I was too busy passing out.
Another long dream storms through my soul and traps me for what seems like forever before I finally come to. I open my eyes and find myself covered in a fur blanket, and surrounded by four wooden walls covered in paintings of a far away city with a tall white tower. The door opens and a small frail woman walks in with a bowl and some cloth. "Oh! Youre awake! I will be right back, dont move!" The small woman exits the room and returns shortly with the boy and a bear of a man wearing blue armor.
"Hello, I am Hadvar. This is my wife and my son. He found you lying on the ground naked. How do you feel?" I thought about the question for a minute. What do those words mean? How do I feel? Feeling. Emotionally. Physically. Physically, im fine. Emotionally..im not sure. "Im not sure." Hadvar seemed to weigh my words in his mind for a moment before asking, "Who are you?" The answer would not come to me instantly. I sat and thought for what seemed like an hour in silence. When the answer never came to me, and I looked up no one was in the room. I got out of the bed and tested my legs. They were strong, but not bare. I was clothed in sack cloth. Some instinct drove me to the ground on my hands and toes, and forced me to raise myself up and down. I was performing some kind of excercise. The exertion of energy caused me to sweat, but only after 100 or so of repeating the process of pushing myself up and lowering myself again. Feeling secure of my physical condition, I sat on the ground and crossed my legs to think. I closed my eyes and focused on lost memories. I wrestled in my mind for another hour until I could wrestle no more. I rose and opened the door a jar to examine the room on the other side. There was only a living room and another door. I walked in to find Hadvar and his wife sitting by a fire.
Hadvar rose at my appearance. "How do you feel today? Ready to talk?" I shook my head in dissent. "I can remember nothing. Nothing but my language." Hadvar nodded, and sat down again. His wife looked up at me and smiled. "Maybe you would like to go with Hadvar today. Get some fresh air." Hadvar rose and patted the sword at his side. "I am a stormcloak soldier. I have to patrol Riverwood. It would be a good way for you to see the village." I agreed and his wife showed me where more suitable clothes were stored. I dressed, and Hadvars' wife handed me some old boots and sent us off.
-Sorry the first chapter is so short, not much inspiration on the first go. :p Second chapter will be more promising.