1Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scrolls universe or any of its characters. I have created my own characters, however, to go in the story.
Author's note: This is the Prologue to my story of my character, Dan Curint. An important note is that though he may be involved in the main quests of games in later stories, he will not be in a main questline here, though he will go through some factions.
Ashes to Ashes: A Story of the Elder Scrolls World
Prologue
In year 309 of the Third Era, there was great rejoicing in the small High Rock village of Green Glade. In this year, the Argonian and Khajiit citizens of the village finally were recognized as humans-and therefore, citizens- by the High Rock nobility.
They elected their first ever Earl as leader. They chose the Argonian Usheeja, who had well demonstrated his abilities as a leader. He had been the one who had gone to the court of the High Rock rulers to plead for human rights for the beast races, and had led the people through countless raids by the prejudiced adventurers that were in the area, and the occasional Orc army attack.
That same year, they had the largest amount of births and least amount of deaths since the creation of the village. They celebrated with a large festival, to celebrate the newborns and remember those few who had died that year. That year, one of those children born was Dan Curint.
Unlike most of the other members of the village, Dan's family was a Breton one, and therefore, his mother and father were the natural healers of the village. He was raised as a mage by his father, but a Khajiit neighbor by the name of M'rajjar taught him the way of the sword, and taught him a bit of some other, less desirable traits.
In the year 3E 319, Dan had already mastered many spells from his father, and had learned how to wield a sword quite well by M'rajjar, though he still wasn't strong enough to hold more then a shortsword. Usheeja was still Earl, for the glorious ten years he had led the town. That year, however, an important even happened. This year, Usheeja had recovered an ancient amulet, said to come from the tooth of one of Skyrim's dragons, that was worth much money. A museum had offered over ten million gold pieces for it. With it, Usheeja could fund more projects to increase the town's size.
The town celebrated it's good fortune with another great festival, greater then even that one which they had participated in ten years ago. The people were happy, and knew that their futures were bright, and that many great things were to come.
They never did. A week later, the day before Usheeja was to go to the museum, the village was attacked. Dan awoke to the sound of his mother's crying voice. He ran outside, and saw the town being destroyed by a small group of bandits. He saw his father fighting a group of the bandits, fighting. M'rajjar ran to him, and protected him. He never took his eyes off his father.
His father had cut down three bandits with a bound sword, and was fighting four more. Suddenly, one of them hit his father down. He then walked over to his father and pulled out a sword. M'rajjar stepped in front of him then, so he could not see, but he knew from his mother's scream what had happened. His father, the man who had always said he would protect him, was dead.
M'rajjar put him in the bushes near the town outskirts, and told him to stay there. He did so, and watched as the bandits captured all the Argonian and Khajiit citizens, including Usheeja, and killed all the others. M'rajjar refused to go, and Dan watched as they stabbed him through the neck, and he fell to the ground and died.
He then heard the bandits speak. "This is a good load here, we'll bring 'em around to Vvardenfell, and sell 'em to the Suran trader. He offered good gold for these things." Dan stared in hate as they dragged along all of them, some of whom had been life-long friends.
Dan didn't move out of those bushes for a long time. He just sat there for a while, crying for those who had been lost to the bandits. After a while, the sadness faded, and then the rage rose. He would hunt them down, he would kill them, he would-but no, he could never track them. What could he do?
Then he remembered the words of the bandits. He remembered that they had said they would sell them in Vvardenfell. Where was Vvardenfell? Then he remembered his lessons. Vvardenfell was a part of Morrowind only recently available for settlement for non-Dunmer peoples. He knew what he would do then. He would go there, and he would find Usheeja, and return him to High Rock, no matter how long it took.
But first, Dan would prepare. He needed to be ready before he went. And so, he would go to the cities of High Rock. Learn more of his magic and blade skills, and find out about the land of Vvardenfell. In five years, he would depart.
To the East. To Morrowind.