A/N: My first story, dunno what else to say but go easy on me. I've been trying to write something on fan fiction since forever
'Bold italics'= thoughts Bold= shouting/emphasis Italics= languages
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An old tale of war, death, pain and loss though not all tales are sad...
Welcome to the tale of dovahkiin.
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'By Akotosh it's colder then last time here... I'm talking to myself again aren't I?' Thought our unknown hero as he crossed the border between Cyrodill and Skyrim. The trees were covered in a thin lair of snow, the wind was soft and brisk with Skyrim's signature scent. The dirt path appeared to have been abandoned by its traders 'To bad for them but good for me.' Chuckeled the argonian as he scratched the back of his head, he looked about the age of twenty-nine by human standards he wore steel armor with a novice hood a mage would normally wear his black scales resembling obsidian and grey stones, each step he took he would feel an uneasy chill start at the end of his tail and work its way up his spine. 'Something big is gonna happen I just know it...' He hissed, steadying himself he walked on the dirtpath until his suspicions were confirmed, a few feet ahead of him was the local malitia, the stormcloacks, and the imperial guard. "Shit..." The argonian cursed under his breath, lowering down so that he could possibly avoid this conflict but nothing is that easy, when he heard a sword unseath behind him he knew there was only two ways out of this mess surrender or fight, being outnumbered and not as stubborn as an ox, the argonian held up his hands 'Well, this is going to be an eventful day.' "Get up argonian!" Said the imperial bastard with his blade at the ready, the argonian complied as the argonian got up he saw the stormcloaks surrender as well, "That's a first..." "Move!" Shouted the imperial. The argonian now stood in front of the stormcloaks, 'Great more hate from the Nord's, that's just bloody wonderful no really it is...' He thought to himself as he felt the racist stare of the more except for one more who's blonde hair was caught in the wind, "Line up! You are to surrender all your valuables." The argonian was stripped of all his belongings leaving him looking like a begged. Their hands were tied and one nord was gagged 'Strange.' He thought as his binds were tightened, now they were moving them on to two separate carts, 'What's next ?' Thought the argonian as he closed eyes to rest.
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'Akotosh how long is this gonna take' Thought the argonian as was awoke by the sound of a voice, "Hey... Hey wake up." The argonian looked up with annoyance evident in his eyes, "You were trying to cross the border to weren't you?" "No shit." "In our out?" "In." "Quiet back there" 'Yup a long trip indeed' He sighed 'all this for a khajiit...' "Who are you friend?" The blonde nord asked "You aren't my friend nord." He hissed angrily, "There is no bad blood between you and I, argonian." The argonian turned his head away to look at a possible cliff to jump off of, but alas there was no cliff in sight only a mountain range blanketed in snow, the wind had died down and the animals were silent 'That can't be good.'
That's the first chapter hope you enjoyed I'm still learning literature so tell if there are things I should add or do please go easy on me and constructive criticism is welcome .