A Hawke In The Dark
Chapter 1
A cold breeze rolled through the air, blowing dust across the worn hide boots of a young Wood Elf as he walked, spear in hand. It was a typical Skyrim night, cold and dry.
He hated it.
He hated the dry, stinging air, the snow tipped mountains, and the hostile, drunken people knows as 'Nords'. 'Suppose I best get used to it, this is as close to a homeland as I have now' he thought to himself, letting out a heavy sigh. He had spent three nights on this damned road, and only a few hours ago had he crossed the border to Skyrim, and trouble had found him as soon as his foot touched Skyrim soil.
He had seen the men as he approached the border, they were a dozen in number and wore chain mail with a leather tunic, and a blue tabard over that. He was careful not to get to close to them, they looked battle weary and distraught, like they'd just fled a losing battle. He moved off to the side of the road, crouching down in the shadow of a small tree. He watched them.
Thats when the men in red attacked.
He had heard them before he'd seen them, as they let out battle cries that could be heard for miles. Most wore plate armor with a red tunic underneath, some a brown leather tunic. But they all donned the same sword, a steel blade with a leather wrapped hilt and a strange dragon-like symbol on the crossguard. They ran quickly into the battle and had cut half the men in blue down before they had even drawn their blades.
The pale, handsome Wood elf stayed crouched in the shadows as he slowly moved passed the battle and across the border. He didn't care how the battle ended, and he wasn't in the mood for a battle, after that however, he'd seen nary a soul on the road. This didn't suprise him, from the position of the moon it must have been past midnight. He was growing wary, having not slept in close to four days now, his legs felt numb, as did the rest of him. For the things he had experienced in the last four days weighed heavily on his mind, he ran his hand over the thin shaft of his spear.
"Father...forgive me..." he spoke in barely a whisper, his voice heavy with sadness. He was to tired to go on now, he just wanted to sleep, so he lie down on the cold, hard, dirt ground, and shut his eyes.
AN: Welp, I'm throwing this up real quick as a prologue chapter to the story I'm writing. This is the first time I'll be trying to write a story, and if all goes as planned, it'll probably be well over 100,000 words when it's all said and done. I believe it will be a mostly Adventure/Romance tale. And I do apologize for not explaining anything, or even giving are protagonists name. But rest assured. All will be revealed in the upcoming first chapter. So guys, forgive me for any spelling mistakes, and feel free to give a review, I'll be starting on the first chapter as soon as this is posted. :)