When I headed towards the chopping block after crossing the Skyrim border, I didn't expect to become the Dragonborn of legend. I also didn't expect to become the Arch-Mage of the college of Winterhold, nor the master of the thief's guild in Riften. I defiantly wouldn't have dreamt I would have become the Harbinger of companions or thane of all nine holds. I have other accomplishments as well… and a lot of things I am prepared to do. All of that happened in about two years, but no matter. You know what I've done but you don't know much about me in general. It's fine though, not people do. I also have done some things I am not proud of… such as murder. My sense for adventure made me do some pretty strange and unforgivable things. Sometimes I got Deadric artifacts though. I don't use them as much as a proper champion though, as they are locked up in Breezehome, my Whiterun house.
My name is Valund, I'm a Nord. Born and raised in Skyrim, thank you very much. I was a sell sword because I got bored farming at my family's farm with my parents and sister, Marie. I had proper training as well, by a passing adventurer. It was surprisingly cheap; the man had a kind heart and wanted me to protect my family as well as he protected his. So I learned how to use most weapons, my favorite being a sword paired with the shield. I really looked up to that man, giving me free training, and his own time when he could have had better things to do. I looked up to him and promised I would never ever forget my family. I can also use healing magic pretty well, thanks to Danica Pure-Spring. I got a lot of practice to fighting wolfs in the area around our farm. Anyway when I was old enough I became a sell sword, traveling around Skyrim, seeing all the cities and more. I met some interesting people as well. Then the person that hired me died because he got cocky and left me waiting outside of a dungeon while he went inside himself. I waited about a day before going to check on him. Found out he died in the second room. After that I took a break and spent more time with my family until somebody hired me again.
The next person, or should I say people, that hired me were smarter. They couldn't fight for anything and they needed protection while they went on some sort of expedition… in High rock. They hired me as well as three other men and two women for protection. After a year in High Rock they didn't need us anymore. So I decided instead of going back home I was going to see Cyrodiil. Turns out it was really boring. So I quickly went back to Skyrim and getting captured because they thought I was part of the Stormcloaks.
About Two years later I decided it was time. Time to see my family again. Yeah, yeah, I know. How could I not visit my family in two years? Three if you count the time spent in High Rock. Well, I guess with all the adventuring on my mind- No, I'm making excuses, and there is no excuse to not visit my family, only my own stupidity. I hope I didn't miss much. I also really hope they will forgive me…
I ride my horse, Percy, to the old farmhouse in Haafingar hold. I wonder what my family will say after seeing me for the first time in almost two years! I imagine my father would be outside chopping firewood, and mother would be harvesting the potato and cabbage crops while Marie would be inside cleaning or preparing food. I swear on the dragon blood that flows through my veins that my sister is a better cook than the gourmet himself. I remember sitting at the table years ago, waiting in anticipation for my sister's wonderful food. Mom wasn't even near as good as her, dad never made food, and me..well you don't want to see me cook.
I was almost home. It was so bittersweet, thinking of going home again. I just can't wait until I get there. To see my family again… It's better than any Deadric artifact or Divine blessing. I love them so much. I can see the house and farm now. It looks just as I remembered, the farm, the two story house, everything. No one was out harvesting the plants even though they looked ready. Next to the tree stump was plenty of chopped wood. It seemed no one was outside. I guess it was just earlier than I had originally thought, I hope they aren't still asleep I wouldn't want to wake them up.
I dismounted Percy and tied him to the fence. Then I took an apple from my pack before feeding to him. He needed to eat after that long trip, and I gave him water along the way. I looked to my old house before slowly making my way to the door. This was it; I wasn't going to back out. Hell, I'll admit it. I was nervous. What if they didn't welcome me with open arms? What if they resented me for not coming to see them in three years? Finally I reached the door and lifted my hand to knock. I had to wait as I heard someone coming down the stairs. Then the door opened to reveal a familiar face.
"V-Valund?" She said
"Hello, Marie."
