OK! I LOVE SKYRIM! But i'm not that "Skyrim for the nords!" types! Sure, elves can be jerks sometimes... but hey, it's whatever! Enjoy the story!
I am in my room packing my tings for my first trip out of Whiterun, my home. I have already packed my clothing and am in the process of packing the old sword my dad had given me. It was made of steel as old as the fall of Alduin the world eater, yet it still had a twinkle to it. I then packed some food and mead to eat drink on the way to Riverwood. I finished packing and bolted down the stairs. I smiled at Jorrvaskr, making a mental promise to return here once I got enough skill to fight. Before heading out the door, I turned around and waved my hand goodbye, then left. I walked over to the carriage guy and payed him 50 gold, asking for a ride to Riverwood.
It took an hour or two to arrive at Riverwood, but I was happy when I did! I hopped off the cart and ran into the village. As I passed, the guards said "Hello, welcome to Riverwood!" I looked over to the forge, which was the nearest place. I ran over and looked at the buff guy making and iron sword. I took a deep breath and said "Umm, hello! Would you happen to be looking for an apprentice?" The man glanced at me before saying "Yes, actually. Why, are you wanting to become a blacksmith?" "Something like that." "Well, come here then!" I walked over and waited for a minute wile he got out some materials. Finally he finished and started teaching me. After that he had me make a set of leather armor. "Do you have anywhere to stay, boy?" "No, sir, I do not." "Well, come inside, then!" Once inside he offered me soup. I refused out of politeness, but he refused to let me not eat it. It was delicious!
After I ate a young girl walked in and looked at me. "Umm, dad? Who is this?" "This is my new apprentice. Wait, whats your name, boy?" "My name is Jeremiah." He nodded and the girl walked over. "I'm Dorthe. I am my fathers other apprentice." she looked me up and down. I looked her up and down well. She was quite beautiful, too. She had well-toned skin, probably from helping her dad in the forge, sea blue eyes, and sparkling white teeth. We talked for a bit, at one point pulling out my sword to show it to her. She admired it, asking who made it. "A woman who works in Whiterun as a blacksmith." She nodded and said "I hope to work in a forge and make a sword as good as this one day!" I smiled and said that i'm sure she would. Then they showed me to a bed upstairs.
I worked in the forge for a long time, getting to know everyone in town. Dorthe was definitely my best friend! We did almost everything together. We were working the forge one day when the worst thing possible that could happen, happened. A dragon came soaring down into the village. Everyone screamed with terror. Alvor, the blacksmith who taught me, went charging in with a steel sword, only to be whacked with a gigantic tail. He hit the house with a sickening crunch. Dorthe and I ran over, knowing he was not gonna live. He looked at me and said, very weakly, "G-get Dorthe out of here. Run somewhere safe! And please, keep each other safe." Then he went limp. A helped Dorthe up as she cried. "Come on, I know a place we can go... and i'm sorry for your fathers death..."
I took her to Whiterun. What we saw was, once again, horrifying. Whiterun Was burned down, and now had a dragon sleeping inside. I breathed in and out furiously. I ran at the dragon and shoved a sword through his skull. His eyes opened for a second before he went limp. I ripped out a few of his teeth and ran to the Skyforge. When I got there, I began reinforcing my steel sword. Once I finished With that, I made another steel sword and reinforced it as well. I handed it Dorthe and started training her. This would get interesting if tings were the same in other holds as they were here...
OK, what did ya'll think? Oh, and any guests who have never written a story, remember, you don't have the right to criticize!