I woke to the sound of gunfire coming from outside my house, I knew the attacks were getting bad, but they had never occurred so close to home. I pulled myself out of bed, threw on some dirty clothes, and took my rifle off of the wall. This rifle had a battered wooden stock, full of scratches and strange symbols, I remember several years ago, before the war, one of these symbols started to glow. My throat started to hurt, but at the time, I didn't think anything of it. I loaded a round in the bolt of the rifle, and went outside to "greet" my attackers. Before they could see me, three of them were dead, the only one remaining put his hands up, and whispered "dovahkiin" and then dove for his pistol, I shot the man before he hit the ground. I pulled the bolt handle back, and a empty bullet cartridge flew out of the bolt. I went inside, then flung myself into my bed.
That night, I had strange dreams, a old man in a black cloak came to me, and told me to go to the highest point in my country, Mount Dovah. He told me that I was the chosen one, and that I will bring balance to the war. He then shouted three words, three words that I will never forget, and I woke up. Those words, were Fus Ro Dah.
The next chapters will be longer, but the first chapter had to be shorter due to time constraints. Thanks for reading.