A/N: This is the first fanfiction I am going to write. I might not do too well, but I hope I do a

decent job in doing this. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

It was Dusty's dream to live in Skyrim. Ever since he was a boy, Dusty always wanted to visit the fatherland. No one knew why an argonian (but himself) knew why.

It was because Dusty always heard and read stories about Skyrim and always found them fascinating. Every night he prayed to the nine divines that someday, he could visit Skyrim. Dusty was adopted by imperials in the Black Marsh (they still live there) since his real parents passed away when he was just two years old.

"Dusty, please be patient. I don't want you to die of excitement," Dusty's mother said. "I'm sorry mother, the day has finally come and I can't wait to start my journey." Dusty said.

Tomorrow Dusty was finally going to get to start to Skyrim. "Dusty" his father said, "you're an experienced swordsman so I'm going to trust you with my sword. Remember the tactics I taught you and you'll be fine out there."

"Just remember Dusty we'll always be with you in your heart. We love you" his mother said. Then Dusty's father added "Even though I'm not an argonian I'll say this now. May the hist guide you." "Thank you mother, thank you father. If I don't die then I hope we meet each other again one day as a changed man." And with that Dusty rode off on his horse in his shining elven armor. "Make sure you packed everything you need for the journey!" Dusty's father shouted.

Dusty entered Morrowind. Since the Red Mountain erupted, there's been less dark elves near Vvardenfell than in the past. He stayed close to the border of Cyrodiil and Morrowind fearing the dark elves will see him as a threat and prevent him from entering Skyrim.

It's been five days since Dusty had left home. "It sure is hard to breathe here," Dusty thought to himself. He looked at his map. He was to the very far left of Mournhold. Dusty knew because he was near an oddly shaped mountain.

"It's getting dark. I think I'll set up camp here," Dusty said. As Dusty was setting up camp for the night he heard a rustle in the bushes. "What was that?" Dusty asked out loud accidentally sounding spooked. He waited a moment then assumed it was just a rabbit scurrying around.

Dusty continued on. Then he saw something about as large as himself. He unsheathed his glass sword. "Whoever's out there show yourself?" Dusty said out loud, "I'll kill you if you try anything!"

"Think about what you're saying and see if that applies anymore" someone said behind Dusty as something grabbed his neck from behind and held a dagger across his neck, "unless you don't want to die, I suggest we put both our weapons away."

The person let go. Dusty sheathed his sword and turned around. That person was another argonian. Correction. She was an argonian. "Who are you?" Dusty asked the other argonian. "If you start setting up the camp, we'll talk about it," she said. "Wait, but I don't even-" The other argonian cut him off, "You'll trust me when we talk."

"All right but if you try anything I will kill you." Dusty said firmly. She shook her head and said, "Trust me on this. I will not hurt you. Does it sound like I'm lying?" Dusty shook his head. "Good".

It took them at least five minutes to get everything ready. It was mostly the campfire and the beds that they had to set up. "It's getting dark. I'll light the fire" Dusty said. She nodded.

As they were sitting around the fire, Dusty took out an apple from his knapsack and started eating. "So" Dusty said, "you said you were going to tell me who you are." The argonian nodded. "I have a question though, what's an argonian like you doing all the way out in Morrowind?" Dusty asked. "What's an argonian like you doing out in Morrowind" she asked Dusty.

They said nothing. "Fine, I'll go first" the female argonian said, "it'll sound weird, but here we go. I … was following you." "You were following me?" Dusty asked. She said quickly, "Don't get mad. I was bored so I decided to tag along with you. Someone to keep myself company." "That still doesn't tell me who you are." Dusty said.

"All right then. My name is Rose. I don't remember much about my childhood. I do remember that my father trained me to survive. To fight, to read, to do anything that will help me survive."

"My father was killed in a bandit raid. I got that information in a letter. I was to be put in an orphanage but I ran before anyone could get me. For years I've been living out in the wilderness until I saw you. Well those are the important things to know about me. Now you."

"All right I trust you for now. Here it goes." Dusty said.