Ja'Kloeer is a young Khajiit. He is very friendly and loves adventure. He was taught very basic skills, like making a campfire, how to defend himself from attackers when unarmed, how to treat others with respect, etc. His family all work in trading caravans. His older sister and father are bodyguards while his mother does the trading. Ja'Kloeer was assigned to a trading caravan once he reached the age of 18. His caravan consisted of Ma'Zwayla and T'Shori who both are merchants and Drahkt who is a bodyguard. Ja'Kloeer is the bodyguard as well. Ja'Kloeer walked behind T'Shori as the trading caravan made their way to the borderline of Cyrodiil and Skyrim. They have traveled a long way and wanted to try and get inside Skyrim.
"My feet are aching. Can we please rest?" T'Shori complained.
"We will rest once night falls. I promise. I want to get make sure we cover a lot of distance before we rest." Said Ma'Zwayla. Drahkt shook his head and laughed.
"Look at them crybabies." Drahkt joked. Ja'Kloeer grinned but didn't laugh. He knew Drahkt was just joking around, but he didn't want Drahkt to say anything else because Ja'Kloeer was taught to respect any and every woman no matter what from an early age. Ja'Kloeer took his iron shield off of his back and carried it as his back ached from holding it for a long period of time. The trading caravan luckily didn't have trouble getting to where they were. They went through several borders and managed to not attract the attention of bandits. They knew that Skyrim would be a cold land and they would run into more trouble there. They also knew that they would not be allowed to enter any city. After several more hours it was dark, and they were in the middle of a forest.
"Okay, lets walk over to the side of the road here and set up camp." Said Drahkt.
"Finally." Said T'Shori, sitting down on a tree stump and rubbing her feet. Ja'Kloeer and Drahkt began sticking some long sticks in the ground and attached a canvas on them.
"Hey, Ma'Zwayla, you guys can sit in the tent for now and set up the bedrolls, Drahkt and I will collect firewood and make a campfire." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"Will you guys still watch over and make sure nothing creeps up on us?" Asked Ma'Zwayla.
"Yes, trust me. The only way anyone can get you guys is over my dead body." Said Ja'Kloeer before heading over to where Drahkt was and helped him with the firewood.
"There's several logs over there, you have an wood axe?" Asked Drahkt. Ja'Kloeer shook his head.
"That's the one thing I forgot to grab." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"Lucky for you, I have an extra. Keep it." Said Drahkt, handing Ja'Kloeer the axe handle first.
"It's not like it's a blade or anything." Ja'Kloeer joked.
"I know, safety first though." Said Drahkt, chopping a piece of wood in half. Ja'Kloeer and Drahkt finished chopping up firewood and began to set up the logs to make the fire. Ja'Kloeer put stones around the wood to prevent the spread of fire. Drahkt rubbed two pieces of wood together till sparks flew and then threw the burning stick into the group of wood, which slowly but surely caught on fire.
"I'll stay up for the first half of the night. At 3:00 am I'll wake you up." Said Ja'Kloeer. Drahkt nodded his head. Ma'Zwayla walked over to the camp fire, T'Shori followed.
"Anyone want vennison? It's still good." T'Shori offered. Ja'Kloeer and Drahkt shook their heads.
Ma'Zwayla put her hands above the fire to warm her hands when suddenly a shout came from the distance. Ja'Kloeer heard it too and stood up, his ears stiff in the air.
"What was that?" Asked Ma'Zwayla.
"Someone probably." Drahkt replied. Ja'Kloeer used his great night vision skills to see far ahead of them. A group of men in brown and red armor were on horses heading in the direction of the trading caravan.
"We've got company. Get into the tent." Said Ja'Kloeer. Ma'Zwayla and T'Shori quickly scurried into the tent. Ja'Kloeer put his right hand on the hilt of the iron sword. He was ready for a fight. Suddenly, a bunch of men in blue armor ran from the bushes near the trading caravan. It scared Drahkt a little bit. The men headed toward Ja'Kloeer and Drahkt. Drahkt drew his iron swords and got into a fighting stance.
"Here we go." Said Drahkt. Ja'Kloeer let out a warning hiss. The men in blue armor turned and tried running another direction but more brown armored men appeared. They were trapped. The brown armored men jumped off the horses and started taking down the blue armored men. Some of the brown armored men headed toward Ja'Kloeer. Ja'Kloeer pulled out his sword and swung it at the soldier. The man ducked underneath and rose with his shield and sword out. Ja'Kloeer bashed the shield and blocked the man's sword swing. Ja'Kloeer threw a low kick at the mans knee, which crumpled him. Another man in brown swung an overhead strike at Ja'Kloeer who blocked it with his sword and threw a jab straight in the mans face. Drahkt was blocking and countering multiple soldiers attacks and even scissor killed one soldier. "T'Shori, Ma'Zwayla, run! We'll catch up!" Shouted Ja'Kloeer, using the pommel of his sword to knock out a soldier. The two Khajiit traders darted from the tent and started making their way through the fighting and up a little hill into bushes.
"Drahkt! Go for it! I'll be up there!" Shouted Ja'Kloeer. Drahkt finished off a man in brown with a sword to the chest before going in the same direction as the Khajiit females. Ja'Kloeer tried following Drahkt but got grabbed by a man in brown from behind. Ja'Kloeer felt a punch hit his jaw and he dropped his sword. His shield was stripped from his back before another fist smashed him in the face, knocking him out.
Ja'Kloeer woke up in a horse drawn carriage with several other people. Ja'Kloeer was about to head towards a city where it all would begin, Helgen.
Disclaimer
I did this prequel to kinda help give a backstory to Ja'Kloeer. The next chapter will take place after the events of Dragonborn DLC, some characters in this story will be made up, other characters are actually NPC's in Skyrim. I don't own any rights to the Elder Scrolls. Bethesda does.