Hellooooo Skyrim fans! I figured I'd go ahead and start this story with a couple of chapters and see whatcha thought of it. Reviews are highly encouraged! I need to know if this is any good or not.
This is a prequel/sequel to my first fic, Aftermath. I recommend you go read it first, but it won't hurt if you don't. If anything, it'll give you something to do until I update again. "Wait a minute, Tenacious T, how can this be a prequel AND a sequel at the same time?!" Funny you should ask.
The story will switch back and forth between the present and the past. Every section you see in italics is what she is writing present-day. If a section is not in italics, then it's a 'flash-back'. Make sense?
NOTE: There are SOME events that happen during present day, when she decides to take a break from writing. I know this sounds confusing, but fret not! It'll be clear if we are in the present or the past. Trust me.
Happy reading. :)
Introduction
Before begin, I cannot be so arrogant to assume you know who I am. Most just call me Dragonborn. I honestly don't think half of Skyrim even knows my real name, so I'll tell you. My name is Terah Stoneheart and I am the Dragonborn of the Fourth Era. Slayer of Alduin.
To say I've had an interesting life is an understatement. I started from the bottom, nothing but a refugee from Cyrodiil, sent for the chopping block the moment I crossed the border. I was there when Helgen burned to the ground and lived to tell about it. I, a mere healer at the time, trained with the honorable Companions and sought the life of a true Nord. I've been beaten, stabbed, clubbed, burned, and poisoned. I've spent time as an undead being, and have been to Oblivion and back (literally). I've spoken to Daedra, and was maniacally kissed by the Daedric Prince of Madness himself.
I walked the beautiful grounds of Sovngarde, and witnessed the glory it has to offer to the worthy. I traveled through time, broke the Greybeards' silence, and meditated with the very last snow elf in existence.
Many have come to me and offered to write out my deeds, but no. I turned down every one of them, for others glorify me and exaggerate my abilities. This is my tale, and I am the only one fit to tell it. Forget what you have heard in the songs. Forget what you have been told by your kin. THIS is the real life of the dragonborn.
By the way, it's mostly backstory right now. Helgen doesn't start until Chapter 3. It's been posted already.