Skyrim

Before this is started, I only just began playing Skyrim and decided that I was going to do the same thing with 'a fistful of caps' only this time without the cowboy style of things.

Prologue

Before the dragons began to breath again, there was another kind of visitor that came to Skyrim. Warriors from the furthest reaches of the east found their way into Tamriel by boat, some walked the land, one group ended up in Skyrim and took residence in Whiterun. Whilst there, one warrior took it apon himself to drink heavily and when the time came to leave, the mother was left with child. When the child was born, he was shunned by the community of Whiterun from birth, however this did not stop the child. From the young age of 7 the boy did all he could to prove himself to the city of Whiterun.

He hunted game when the shortage of food struck.

He hunted men, dangerous men: Thieves, assassins and masochists.

By the age of 10, the boy had gained the trust of Whiterun, even so that the Jarl began to see the child as a person rather than a bastard child. When the boy lost his mother at the age of 11 he found a rage inside him. He found the man who killed her and did something terrifying. He broke the man's legs and dragged him into the hall of the dead and gave him to the skeletons, the sounds of the man's screams haunted the city for days, however it was the boy who suffered the most from the experience.

Whilst the boy trained by the river, the attack of Helgen occurred. Allowing a Nordic prisoner escape execution for a crime she did not commit, the Nord's name was Mary. When the newly escaped Nord ran to the city of Whiterun, she noticed something strange.

Mary

Something was strange with the city of White run, the boy who was holding himself upside down on top of the gate stalled my sprint into the city. His blindfold covered both eyes so I was sure that he would not have seen me. I wasn't the type to mess around with people, but this opportunity would never arise again. I bent down to pickup a small stone at my feet.

"It is rude to disturb the resting." He spoke, stalling me.

Knowing he couldn't have seen me, I continued to pick up the stone.

"If you throw that, Nord." He threatened.

Now I knew he was talking to me directly. How he'd been able to see me was strange, I couldn't find any rational explanation for this event.

"How can you see me?" I asked, dropping the stone.

Slowly, the boy lowered himself from the arch, allowing himself to drop onto the snow around his feet. The fold was no trick, darkened red was difficult to see through, even on normal cloth. He patted down his hooded robes and never put his hood up.

"Only a Nord's feet fall so clumsily. I could hear you stop before you even got to the gate, you aren't the type to be silent." He spoke with a strange accent, one thing that caused another stall was how short the child was, he was about half my height.

He certainly wasn't as young as he looked, his senses were so sensitive that he must have trained them over a long period of time. He took off the blindfold revealing one grey eye sided by one blue eye, brighter than the morning sky. He looked at my face, which was a relief as most men were obsessed with my body.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He didn't answer, instead his eyes moved from my eyes to behind me. Fear struck his face as he turned and ran from me. I turned to see a black horse, a tallish woman sat on top of it. The horse charged past me and into the stable, whoever the woman was, this child wasn't exactly a friend of hers. When she was out of sight, I looked around for the kid, although he was nowhere to be seen.

"Aunt Lydia isn't very nice when she finds me meditating." A voice above me told me to look up.

The kid was attached to the arch above me, straddling the underside with his legs.

"What does she do to you?" I asked kindly.

He didn't answer, however I could begin to make out a faint bruise on his cheek. Without having to say anything, the kid understood that I knew what had been happening to him.

"I am Kung Wei." He spoke as he made his way back down to the ground again.

Certainly he was fast, but he was also very small. It made me have to ask the burning question.

"How old are you?" I pressed.

He looked around awkwardly before telling me his age.

"14, in Whiterun this makes me a man. But... there's a few things that people in the town don't like about me." He seemed embarrassed about this for some reason.

"Like what?" I wondered, Kung being so young, I didn't understand why anyone would intentionally make him feel like someone's lesser.

"Half blood bastard, my mother was a nord and my father came from far away. I don't know much about him, other than they weren't married and he left when she was pregnant." Kung didn't seem to like talking about his father.

"Does the nord part matter?" I wondered, if being a nord was an issue in Whiterun, it looked like I wasn't going in.

Kung shook his head.

"No, the Jarl is a nord... I think. Half the people in the town are nords though. Tensions are rising in there, what with the war and all." He began to wrap the cloth around his head, so it was covering the blind eye.

The sound of a horn rang out across the city of Whiterun, this caught the attention of Kung, instantly he took off towards the city, leaving me in the snow and dust he left behind him as he made his mad dash towards the entrance of the city. By the time I'd reached the door of the city walls, it had already closed behind Kung. I decided to leave the boy alone, whatever that horn was, it had nothing to do with me.

My attention was now directed onto something much more important. The dragon that attacked Helgen was going to attack other cities soon, it disturbed me knowing that somehow, this was going to end badly. After all, it wasn't as if I was dressed normally. I hurried to get to the keep, where the Jarl would surely be. Ignoring everyone was something I was good at, staying focused was important to me, especially in times of danger.

The keep was a large building with a bridge leading towards it, the water running under the bridge was the same that ran throughout the town. Finding myself distracted again, I pulled myself together and went inside the keep. Inside was no different to the outside, a lot of gold had been put in the building.

"How many times have I told you? Hanging on the gate, you could be killed!" I could another woman shouting at someone.

A sound of a whip crack told me to stay where I was, it wasn't until I heard something else that I decided to do something.

"NO!"

It was Kung's voice, pained. Another struggle and a clatter of metal before I saw Kung sprint down the stairs, a fresh cut on his face. He charged past me and out of the door. Honestly, I didn't know what to think, nevertheless. I made my way up the stairs to see a woman pull herself from the floor, she held a leather strap in her hand.

"If it's the last thing I do..." She spoke under her voice.

The Jarl was sat in his chair, an old man, weak. I could see from here that the event pained him to see, yet you could tell that he was trying to justify it in his head. Yet he came to no justification for this woman's actions.

"You should ease on him Lydia, or I will take him away from you." He threatened from his throne.

The woman sighed with venom in her breath as she walked out of the room, not in Kung's direction, but into another room entirely. The Jarl saw me stood there, doing nothing.

"I apologise, Kung has not been behaving properly as of late. He wont stop climbing on the walls, becoming a nuisance for the guards. Neither has Lydia for that matter. What can I do for you?" He rubbed his lined forehead before he looked at me again.

"A dragon attacked Helgen. I came here as fast as I could, it looked like it was flying this way." I explained to the Jarl, bowing my head before I did so.

The Jarl sat there for a moment, dumbstruck. He didn't know how to react to this, certainly not in the flippant manner he decided to treat Kung's wellbeing with. Although, the safety of Whiterun was more of an issue now than it ever had been.

"Dragons... Do you have any proof?" He seemed to not want to know that Helgen had been attacked.

"If it makes you feel better, send a scout to Helgen. They'll come back with nothing but a pile of ashes." I sighed.

This Jarl was getting on my nerves, he'd barley spoken 3 sentences to me and already I'd began to hate him.

"I... Believe you." he looked apologetically at me.

"Lydia!" He called.

Instantly, the woman ran out of the room she'd been in and bowed to the Jarl.

"Yes my Jarl?" She asked.

"Warn the guards and archers, get them on the city walls." He ordered.

Lydia cast a look at me, something of a look you'd give to a man skinning a live animal. As she left, the Jarl got up and walked down the steps to me, I could see his eyes wandering. If it were anyone else other than the Jarl, I'd have stabbed him then and there.

"You'll need armour and furs if I were you. Kung should have some furs, if you can find him I don't think he'd mind if you had one or two. Also, the guards shouldn't give you anymore trouble, if they have anyway." The Jarl spoke without hesitation.

"Where will he be?" I didn't know Whiterun at all.

The Jarl sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, news was coming.

"When he's upset, he'll be in the hall of the dead. I wouldn't worry about him being anywhere else." He removed his hand and turned to walk up the stairs to the rooms.

Confused with the sudden contact and strange conversation, I decided to follow the Jarl's instructions. With some directions needed from the guards of Whiterun, I found myself stood at the door of the halls. Carefully, I opened the door as not to disturb anyone inside, wandering around the stone hall, I found that Kung was no-where to be seen. Where he'd gone was a mystery, until I realised that he had a trend of attaching himself to the rafters of places I'd seen him.

Looking up, I saw that he was stood with a split in the rafters. Each leg taking a beam for itself, no-one would have seen him if they didn't know to look to the ceiling. He wasn't blindfolded again, however he was looking at me, a strange look of concern.

"Have you lost someone?" He asked softly from the ceiling.

I shook my head. Letting Kung get down from the ceiling before I spoke to him again seemed like the best thing to do, after all the dead have ears too. As his feet hit the ground, he covered his grey eye with the blindfold, sparing me from having to restrict myself staring at him.

"Do you come here when you're upset?" I asked him.

He didn't answer, instead he put his hand on the stone walls and let his fingers gently roll down the bricks.

"My mother was buried here, even though it's been so long. I can hear her tell me it's alright here." He explained.

I took that as a yes, and refrained from pressing the subject further. So I decided to change it.

"Does it sting?" I pressed, noticing the cut had only just stopped bleeding on his face.

"I don't... Know your name." He changed the subject again for me.

"Mary." I answered, this was the first time someone had cared to ask my name.

It had to be a child to be the first to ask my name, it was almost as if I was invisible. It made me crave to be back in Riverwood, my train of thought was disrupted by the cold feeling of Kung's hand on my arm. He retracted it when I pulled away from him.

"You are cold? Do you not have any furs?" He worried.

"Uh, no. Actually the Jarl told me to ask you for some." I came clean about my intentions.

"You don't just need furs. You don't even have a knife!" He exclaimed.

It made me smile at the kindness that Kung showed towards me, it seemed as if he was more of an adult than many of the guards in Whiterun. Quickly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the hall of the dead. He lead me to a tavern to where he took me to a room that must have been his own. The room was covered in furs and pelts, not to mention the books and scrolls that he had pilled on a table. The room was small, however it looked as if most of his work and life was spent outside of his room.

"What do you like?" He finally let go of me and showed me individual pelts.

It looked as if he'd been collecting furs and pelts to which he made cloaks, clothes and everything else you could do with animal skins.

"I just need something to keep warm." I shook my hands, for him to make one from scratch just for me seemed too much to ask.

"Wolf... I find a lot of wolf skins, I don't know..." He pondered as he pulled at a string from inside his robes.

A small gold piece was tied around his neck, he rubbed it with his thumb as he thought over what he was going to do. Carefully, he fell to his knees and pulled out a small box from under the bed. He took the lid off of the box and inside was a set of furs that looked like they had been made with the finest craftsmanship, Kung pulled them out and compared my size to the length of the furs. He figured that the fit was good enough.

"They're wolf fur. I made them for a customer, they died before they could receive them. I think it's only fitting that you receive them." He handed them to me.

When I'd taken them, he went down again and found more and more items. Blades, bows, boots, bracers and bolas. He'd made so many things that an adventurer would need, however he wasn't satisfied that I had what I needed. He gave me a long bow and quiver full of arrows with no charge at all. I didn't know if it was lack of thought or just general kindness that he gave me the things that I would have needed to survive in the land.

"What do you prefer? Axe or Sword?" He smiled and presented me these two weapons.

I had never been trained with any kind of sword, or axe for that matter. The sword was of a Messer design, a single edged blade, designed to be used with one hand. He looked around, missing something.

"I don't have a shield." He frowned as I took the Messer from him.

"Don't worry, I'm much better with the bow." I smiled that he'd thought of the bow first.

A knock at the door alerted Kung to another robed woman in the door.

"You have a new friend Kung?" She asked, tauntingly.

"Alessa, what are you doing back?" Kung looked scared of Alessa, he seemed as if he was intimidated by her.

"Just remember I'm here when you want to become a man." She flirted as she walked away.

Kung stared at the doorway, he stood there for a moment before he turned and decided to find his own bow and quiver.

"The sooner I get to Winterhold..." Kung sighed.

"You're going to Winterhold?" I pressed.

Kung nodded.

"I want to go to the college, I'd like to talk to some of the sorcerers there. I'm not the only one who can use powers. I know it." He muttered as he pulled out a headband and placed it on his head.

Quickly he pulled his hood over his head and began to walk out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

I was stuck in the furs that Kung had given me, he realised this as he placed his bow over his shoulder. With some minimal help, Kung managed to get the furs, over my head this time. I felt more protected from the cold, but still felt vulnerable to arrows and blades. I hoped that my travels would not require the steel I lacked.

"I'm going to sell some of these pelts, wait... I need to give this to battle-born." He took many of the pelts and walked out of the room.

Kung Wei

This woman seemed nice enough, but she was naive to believe that she would have gotten 5 miles without freezing to death. After making my usual rounds to deliver pelts for the blacksmith and general store, I went to the battle-born house hold. Knocking on the door, I began to feel as if there was someone following me. I ignored it and waited for someone to open the door.

"It's you today?" Lars opened the door.

Lars' father wasn't the nicest person to deal with most days, whoever was coming to the door for the battle-born didn't matter to me much. I just needed to deliver his commission.

"Is he in?" I asked simply.

Lars shook his head, sighing I pulled out the last item from the bag. Battle-born's axe, wrapped in linen.

"Make sure he gets this then, I don't need him breathing down my neck anymore." I gave the axe to Lars only to see him struggle with the new steel.

"It's heavy!" He breathed as he close to dropped it.

I chuckled as I helped him carry the small axe into the house and onto the table. Lars wasn't too strong, but the axe didn't weigh that much. Lars worked, but it obviously didn't make him stronger.

"Have you been eating properly?" It seemed reasonable to ask.

"Yes, I'm just tired. Alessa kept knocking on our door last night, she's been trying to get close to me for a while. I'm not allowed outside until the Jarl does something about her." Lars explained as he sat down on his chair.

Alessa's persistence to hassle the youngest of Whiterun was getting close to lethal for her. She was going to get an arrow through the head if she wasn't careful, I left Lars with the axe and walked around the increasingly quiet town. A faint wind began to blow leaves around the square of the town. Before I could think to do anything else, I sat on one of the benches.

I found myself with my mother's amulet in my hand again, allowing my thumb to take in every detail that there was on the amulet. Hours passed before I saw someone again. Idolaf walked through the square before casting a look my way, he decided to walk over to me to talk.

"How long have you been sat here?" He asked as kindly as Idolaf could. A battle hardened voice was hard to break.

"I don't know... I delivered your axe to your home, it should be with Lars now." I kept my eye to the ground.

Idolaf always took pity on me, I was too short to be considered a man compared to the others around Skyrim, only one functioning eye and no real tie to any part of Skyrim other than the fact that I was born here.

"Has Alessa been hassling you?"

"She hassles the young, the Jarl won't allow me to do anything. I have to wait for her to try and do something to someone, but by that time I think it could be too late. If she hassles Lars for much longer it could break him Idolaf." I told him what was on my mind, not that he asked at all.

Idolaf looked taken aback, most of the men in Whiterun were surprised when I showed any kind of intelligence. Jon was someone who understood that thinking before you do something was important, especially when there were lives at stake. Or in this case, innocence.

"Lars is battle-born, he can deal with it." Idolaf waved off my worries.

"I don't think he can, I'm barely coping myself Idolaf." I stood up, putting the amulet back around my neck.

Idolaf knew I was strong, very strong. When he saw what I did to the man who killed my mother, he knew that I was dangerous but brave too. He knew that Alessa shouldn't have been too much of a problem.

"You think she's dangerous?" Idolaf turned his entire body towards me.

"I know she's dangerous. It isn't right what she's doing. I know what she's talking about, and I don't want what she's selling. Neither do any of the children in the town." I took a step towards him.

"Talking about me boys?" Alessa called from behind us.

I turned, there she was. She had a dagger in her hand and a deranged look on her face. It seemed as though she heard us talking about her and decided that she wasn't going to let me get the first hit in. She walked around the bench and walked close to me, I grabbed my knife too. The way she was looking at me told me everything.

"Alessa, stop." Idolaf warned her.

"Quiet battle-born. He's getting what he deserves." She gave one last maniacal laugh before she launched herself at me.

Being short wasn't a good thing to be in this situation, the only thing that I could do was let her tackle me. The knife pierced flesh, warm thick blood stained our clothes, it was difficult to tell who had pierced the other, that was until I felt the sting of her blade tremble in my side. With some speed, she straightened up, removing the blade from my side. My breath turned to mist as the air began to get increasingly cold.

"You never should have talked." She brought the blade above her head.

I didn't know where my blade had gone, neither did I care, it seemed far too late to worry. She brought the blade down with some force, I tried my best to catch her wrists as she thrust the blade down. She was too strong, she broke my block and before I knew it.

ROAR!

She caught herself as she looked towards the sky, a massive beast flew past the city. The dragon that Mary had talked about had come, however it gave me the chance I needed to get away from Alessa. With some struggle, I kicked Alessa off of me and scrambled to my feet, collecting my fallen bow as I went.

Murderous woman after me or not, everyone in the town was in danger. It was my duty to defend the city as to the best of my ability, Idolaf took up initiative and followed me as I sprinted towards the gate of the town. Ignoring the guards, I charged past them to the watchtower where the dragon was wreaking havoc. My sprint was not slowed by fear, pain or fatigue. My feet skidded to a halt leaving a track in the snow. The dragon looked to have had several arrows in it, coutesy of the passing elves nearby. I doubted if my help was necessary, nevertheless, I wrestled the bow from my back.

I was in range of the dragon and already I could see Mary with her new bow raised. I followed suite with mine, putting an arrow to the bow from my quiver. I pulled the string back to my cheek.

"HuÇ’" I breathed before I released the arrow.

The arrow flew true and before the dragon could react, it was impaled. Not long after that, my word had become reality as the dragon burst into flames. The dragon fell to the ground, it seemed to scream in agony as it let out another pained roar. Before the guards could do anything, Mary had charged towards the dragon with the sword raised. The steel pierced the dragon's skull, there was no scream left coming from the dragon.

Lowering my bow, I walked forwards to see the corpse of the still smouldering dragon. Embers fell from it's charred scales.

"Is it dead?" Mary asked shakily.

"For now." I explained.

The dogma of the dragons was clear. Only a dragon-born could kill a dragon by absorbing it's soul, it was then I realised what the smouldering of the beast was. A wind swept us all, light engulfed Mary and before long. I was thrown onto my back by the force of what I assumed was Mary absorbing the soul of the dragon. I was stuck with awe as I saw that Mary was still standing.

"What just happened?" She asked, scared of the strange light that had surrounded her seconds ago.

"You- you just absorbed that dragon's soul... You're dragon-born." A guard explained to her.

I was still in awe, my head hurt with the idea behind the whole idea of the dragon's coming back. Not only that, the wound I'd sustained earlier was still bleeding. The blood leaked into my robe turning the already dark colour even darker, the problem was not the lasting stain, it was the wound that was causing it. As I realised that I was losing too much blood, I began to accept fate. What was once a faint twinge, suddenly became infernal burning, as if someone has just rubbed salt into my wounds.

"Kung?" Mary looked over at me, her eyes began to fill with worry.

My wound began to burn even hotter, I was confused as to how I was going to fix it. However, I was going to be in a lot more trouble should I have stayed standing, swaying at my feet.

"I can't move... Alessa did this." I explained as a nearby guard crouched down to me.

Alessa's blade had gone through onto the other side of my small frame, not the best start to an already difficult day.

"Alessa did this? Guards help me, apprehend the woman and take her to the hold... I don't know what to do with you Kung." The female guard ordered her comrades to get Alessa whilst she stared at my wounds.

"Pi-pick me up... Take me to the Jarl." My breath began to get ragged as the cold became more chilling as more blood poured from me.

Normally, if I was hurt it usually just healed the next day. With the kind of wound that I had, I wasn't going to be up and dancing anytime soon. I doubted if I could heal this, I began to doubt if anyone could. She picked me up and complied with my request, we received many shocked looks as we walked through the town of Whiterun. This was continued into the Jarl's 'home' as the cleaners looked on at me and the guard with a mix of shock and distaste as blood began to drip from my clothes.

Instantly, the Jarl saw what had happened to me. What little colour he had ran from his face, then I saw Lydia. She looked shocked when she saw me, but what I expected to be a smile was actually a confused gaze, she didn't know what to think. Her hands covered her mouth. It was now I realised that Lydia didn't actually hate me as much as I thought she did.

The Jarl ordered the guard to take me to a room where the court mage was working, so that he could heal me with some sort of power. I'd never learned to actually use the heal spell myself, which was why I wanted to go to the college. Nevertheless, the guard layed me down on a table with practically nothing on it, he began to try to take my quiver and bow from me. However, I had done it myself, but I barely had any strength left. I was turning the light table dark with blood, which displeased Farengar greatly. He recoiled from the wound as he opened my robe up, his eyes fixed on the large hole that Alessa had put in me.

He ran his fingers over my stomach, noticing the coldness of my body as he did so.

"That blade must have been cursed, this will hurt, but it's the only choice you have unless you want to go to Sovngarde." Farengar warned me.

"Do what you must, if I die so be it." I wasn't giving up yet, even if my chances were looking bleaker than ever.

Mary

I looked on as the mage began to spread some sort of powder over Kung's body. He began to look more limp than he did moments ago, I looked down at the blood that Kung had left behind, it didn't look good for the kindest soul in Whiterun. The Jarl began to look even more pale than he did before, he looked as if he'd given up hope.

Then everyone turned pale with fear, Kung's pained screams from the room filled us with fear as no-one knew what to think or do. The mage was thrown from the room with some force, yet another being walked through the door. A large figure draped in a black robe held Kung by his head as he walked in, he arua was dark, however he didn't seem to realise where he was.

"Young blood, very powerful when harnessed. The dark brotherhood commends your service." He threw Kung down at the Jarl's feet.

My bow was already in my hand, all I had to go was add an arrow to the sting and draw. The figure turned and looked at me in amusement.

I released the arrow, which eventually turned to be a bad move on my part, he caught the arrow in mid air. He threw the arrow at Kung who still lay limp on the ground. Realising that I couldn't harm him with the bow, I charged in with the messer that Kung had given me. The thrust was strong, but easily directed away from the figure. He laughed hartily as he too picked me up by my neck.

"More meat." He began to taunt me, however this was cut off as his expression turned from mocking to pained.

Kung was no longer on the floor, he'd stabbed the figure in the heart with the arrow. Instantly I was dropped as the figure fell with Kung still attached to him. Somehow, he found strength that I did not know he had. With so much anger and pain in his fists, he pounded the face of the figure. Frost began to cover the robees he was wearing until finally, Kung straightened up.

"Rest in Oblivion." He breathed.

Suddenly, Kung continued, this time head butting the figure. Now he was flogging a dead horse, all Kung was doing was hurting himself further. The woman who Kung seemed to fear before, gently grabbed Kung to stop him from pounding the body any further. Kung tried to continue with a lot of struggling before he gave up.

"It's alright." She shushed him.

It wasn't until I realised that Kung was now crying did I get up. I noticed the shredded body of the guard who'd brought him in, she was dead, no doubt about it. The mage was frozen in place, shocked at the events. His assistant was in a similar position, stuck in the doorway.

Kung's mumbling was incoherent, but the woman seemed to know what he was so shook up about.

"It wasn't your fault, she would have done the same thing with someone else." She rocked him gently.

Kung's stained robes began to shock me, the blood that had trailed on the floor began to move, leaving no trail behind it. It began to latch on to Kung, and disappeared into his sleeves, his robes were no longer stained with blood. He'd absorbed his blood as frost began to form around his robes, he was healing and colour began to slowly

"How did he learn that?" The mage wondered.

"Never mind that, what was that thing?" I asked.

Someone being able to spawn beasts using a blade seemed impossible, possibly why there were so many people afraid of magika those days.

"A servent of the dark brotherhood, this means that Alessa was trying to summon a demon using one of the young in the town... I will see her dead." The Jarl explained.

Many of the people inside Dragonsreach were speechless, among them were Lydia, Kung's largest fear.

"Ah- I... I'm sorry." He sniffed as Lydia continued to rock him gently.

"You've nothing to apologise for, you did well. I'm proud of you. Your mother would be too." Lydia gently stroked Kung's hair, calming him down.

I knew his mother was dead, it's why Lydia had to look after him and discipline him. However, if it were I, the mention of my mother would make me worse. However, Kung lit up with pride. Making his mother proud, even after her death seemed like something he enjoyed doing.

Lydia seemed to regret what she did earlier in the day, she knew that he techniques wouldn't work for long and that Kung had to grow on his own, making his own mistakes.

"It's time, my Jarl." He looked at the Jarl.

"When he is well. I assume the journey will take days, allow for him to rest."

"Time for what?" I asked, confused.

"The college of Winterhold, his one wish he directly asked me for. He is going, you see, we don't have the abillity to control him for long. He must go soon, or grow out of his learning years." The Jarl smiled as he stood.

"I will go with him, to defend his path." I knelt down to Kung, who looked at me with thankful, but tired eyes. His weak smile made him look very cute, if he was wasn't wounded I'd have tried tickling him to make him feel better.

"That will not be neccesary." The Jarl began.

A sudden booming chanting shook the room, something was calling. I believed it was a dragon, had the voice not sounded human.

"The grey beards call for you, masters of the voice. They've been waiting for the day that the dragonborn comes, now she has arrived. Go to them, learn your potential." The Jarl explained.

It struck me slightly, now people were calling for me from miles away. It would be rude to ignore their invitation to learn more.

"What about Kung?" I pressed, he needed protection.

"I can- defend myself... You haven't seen what I can do yet." Kung tilted his head back to look at me, although his perspective would have been upside down.

Mary - 1 day later

I visited Kung before I left Whiterun, my direction took me to the grey beards, I had to learn to use these 'shouts' to aid the Imperials. However, I wondered about the young man who's kindness got him into trouble. Kung was lieng on his bed, still not waking up even after a day's rest. Gently, I shifted his fringe and placed a hand on his head. He felt normal enough, I realised that he was making more blood which would have explained the empty milk bottle on his bedside table.

Knowing I may not see him again, I planted a small kiss on his cheek for luck on his way to Winterhold. He moved as I did this, he was on his side facing me. I moved quickly so that it wouldn't seem like I'd been doing something I shouldn't have.

Yet, he did not wake. The experience of having a demon born of your blood wouldn't be an overnight recovery.

I could not stay and wait for Kung to get up, my path was not his, to Solitude I went.

Kung - 5 hours later

I woke up in my drab room, covered in the furs I used to keep warm in the night. Someone had brought me back to rest, as I got up I realised that I was becoming stronger. My wound had sealed, leading me to believe that I'd been like this for several days. I pulled myself up out of bed and dressed myself in my traveling clothes, Whiterun was not going to be my home for much longer. A woman wielding a dagger that could raise a demon from a child's blood is something I did not want to be around for long. In an attempt to forget, I reached for the milk bottle on my table, only to see it was empty.

Realising that the sour taste in my mouth would have been the milk, I dragged myself to my feet to clean myself. Today was going to be my trip to Winterhold, whether or not the Jarl liked it or not.

My life and memories would be left behind here in Whiterun, Winterhold awaited me.

As I gathered the essential things, I found myself deciding to gather some extra weaponry and treasure to sell should I need to. The journey would be long and tiresome, but I had my mother's amulet to guide me to my destiny. With her gaze upon me, I could not fail and should I fail I would see her again in Sovngarde.

Finally, after years of consideration. I was leaving to go to the college, or end up in Sovngarde

This took a while to write, after I started playing Skyrim I knew I had to do something like I did for fallout. Both games are extremely fun and are brilliant settings to write a story within. Please give me some feedback as so I learn from my mistakes.