The Average Life Of A Dragonborn

by Superstiickers

I used to be normal like everyone else. But then, a chain of events changed my life forever. I shouted my enemy into a wall and then everything turned into Skyrim. Read my story of adventure, drama, and sadness. Caution, spoilers lie ahead of what happens in the main storyline of the game. Unless you have finished or don't care, read on

1. Chapter 1

PART I

SKYRIM AWAKENS

Chapter 1

I was as ordinary as you, once. That was a long time ago, long enough for my memories of them to be barely in my grasp. I was a gamer, and a good one at that. But no one else knew except for the people in my family. It wasn't good to be a girl and admit that you were a gamer unless you were "one of the guys," which I wasn't. At the time, I was 13, in grade 7, and also in drama. I remember what started the life changing events I will tell you about. It was a stupid argument over what goes where.

But, before I get into that matter, I will further explain what I played. My favorite game of all time, which was the only one I would play, was the Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim. I had already played through once as a Breton, but I started again as a Dark Elf. Of course, I got through it quickly, becoming the leader of the Companions, becoming the arch-mage of the College of Winterhold, and being the Listener of the Night Mother and leader of the Dark Brotherhood. The only thing I hadn't completed was the main quest line, even with my legendary daedric armor.

So, back to drama that day. We were chosen a partner to act out a scene in the play we were doing. My chosen partner just so happened to be a person I hate very much. His name was Henry, he had short black hair, light skin, and he was slightly British. He was an annoying nerd who found me quite annoying. Our scene was in the middle of a forest, which started the fight. Our teacher allowed us to have the stage to practice for a little while.

First, we argued whether it was tropical or a fir forest, I was on the tropical side, in which I was right. Now here is where I get into the wonderful detail of conversation. "Alright, so you may be right about the tropical forest, but the trees go here!"Henry said, pointing to a terrible spot for the trees.

"No, they go here!" I pointed to an awesome spot for the trees to go. It went on like this for about ten minutes until Henry openly spoke his mind.

"You know what; I'm sick and tired of you oppressing me like this! It's like trying to lift an elephant when you're only a baby!" Henry spoke furiously with disdain. The best part is: everyone was right there when it happened.

"I'm sick and tired of you thinking badly of me when I only try to do things my best! If you would just listen to what I say for five minutes instead of arguing, we might just get practice done!" I screamed back. Another five minutes passed until my breaking point.

"You are a dumb, untalented, puny little freak!" He screamed at me. I could tolerate the puny; because of course I was very small. But everything else just set of this chain of events.

"FUS-RO-DAH!"I shouted and Henry went flying into the wall.