It was the end of winter that my Parents left High Rock for Skyrim. My Mother that of blonde hair, and blue eyes. My Father that of Brown hair and green eyes. They were newlyweds, searching for a start in Skyrim. My Father was a herder in the Jlessan hills, and my Mother was a young noble woman in Camlorn city. My Father was a horse breeder on the side; honestly, he watched the wild horses and broke the ones he wanted, bred them; waited for an outcome and sold them. He kept a few wild ones that he'd check on over at Lake Deeble. On one trip towards the Lake, he stopped in Camlorn, and caught my Mother on the street. It was a classic Romulus and Juliana story, excluding the death by defying their families. Well, they did defy somewhat. Families being left and all.
When my Mother's family found out she was taking a fancy to a sheep herder, and on the side horse breeder; they blew up. And my Mother and Father fled.
I was raised in the eastern Pale, covered in deer and sabre cat hide. Riding a dark bay gelding with white spots lining his haunches. I grew up with the name Ico as I ran the fields with scraggily legs, and dark brown hair. My Breton ancestry showed later than the children who lived in High Rock. My first time discovering it is when I set the milking cows feed on fire, scaring the wits out of her that we couldn't find her for days. It was also around this time that I made my first friend.
He had grey hair, and deep brown eyes that invaded my very soul. I visited him every day once I was done riding the bay gelding and my chores. He would wait for me at a creek, eating silently and staring off into the distance. The first time I was able to ride him was the day my world brightened further.
That was the first time I had tamed a wild animal, and soon I was growing older, wiser. I had spent my young days suckling from my Mothers breasts, now I suckled from nature. Kynareths winds carried me from place to place. My mind took that of a wild animal, and I survived on instincts. Until the day I was dragged into civilization.
That was the day I was brought back to my sniveling days of being a young girl in the pale, and no longer an animal.
So this had been sitting on my computer for awhile, and ya know; I don't really know if this is gonna be a romance with Mercer Frey yet. I've always admired his character. And the thieves guild storyline along with the dark brotherhood. (Geez, I must get off on murdering the crap out of things) I was writing a little bit of this whenever I felt a I needed a break from my Its Always the Shy Ones story. That and I was writing a bit of Jumper fanfiction too. Annnnnddd a little bit of X-men stuff too… I'm just so obsessed…
But this story will be more of a, write when I feel like it. So this story is not going to have a schedule to update like I'm planning with my other story. Thanks for reading!