Hey everyone welcome to the first chapter of my FIRST story. This story is my first so it may not be the best but i hope it is to your personal liking. as your reading please feel free to correct me on anything you see might not be right or that could use improvement or even just compliments would be appreciated. so hope you enjoy and i can't wait to hear what you guys have to say.

The trek across the plains had been a tough one to make but it had been worth it for his family. Asger a working man and a father living in the span of winter wasteland the people of Tamriel call Skyrim lives... well lived with the people he called his family. A son a daughter and wife he came home to every day he didn't have to work every second he had to spare he had would be with his family. Ether sheltering in their house on a cold afternoon with nothing else to do but sit by the fire or go outside and walk around iverstead. Iverstead was the type of place that the people of Skyrim had all but forgotten though there are road signs most places leading to it just wasn't the type of place people came to often. All in all the place wasn't that special a place all it really had was a farm and a few scattered homes here and there. it was affordable and comfortable because were they by no means rich.

Asger was coming home from a three days job in whiterun and was all but ecstatic to be home. Asger had finished his job as an architect making building blueprints for the Jarl of Whiterun. he Jarl had wanted he dimensions on the expansion to his palace to be exact and the work took painstakingly long but in the end it secured him enough money to comfortably last his family for almost a month. He had been paid a hefty fee of 1500 Septims. Though most just called it gold that though that was not its official name no one in Skyrim really cared unless you were a nobleman or woman of course. And he had wanted to surprise his family, with some gifts so he had bought some with the money his job had given him he purchased a silken doll for his daughter a wooden sword for his son and for his wife a sparkling silver necklace. Though his wife would not have approved of the purchase from when he bought it she would be more than happy to receive it.

With thoughts of family in mind Asger took the final turn that would take him to his home. as Asger turned the corner he was met with something he had always worried about but never thought would happen. Anger's home had been set ablaze and was deteriorating fast by the look it had. The roof looked ready to come down at any moment so he dropped his things and immediately started into a sprint toward his flame ridden home yelling "FIRE FIRE". It only took a few seconds to run the block it was down the path from him, he never for the life of him thought he could run so fast. Asger went to the door of his home and began to pull on the knob but only was meet with a burning sensation that filled his hand with pain. Anger recoiled from the burn the knob had left on him but soon blocked it out. "He needed to get to his family". So Asger with only slight hesitation Kicked at the door and after three hard kicks and a growing pain in his leg the door practically crumbled at his feet. He began frantically searching but with all the smoke and flame around him he could barely tell where he was position but quickly spotted three figures huddled in the corner cowering before the flames licking at there feet and legs. As he spotted his family he started to walk toward them Calling out there names.

"SAMMANTHA...LEE...ANASTATIA!" he cried.

At hearing the familiar voice his children began to cry out.

"PAPA!"

He was half relieved and half terrified but at least they were alive. He looked over at the forms in the corner and he noticed his wife hadn't moved an inch since he got there.

"Kids is something wrong with mama?"

Their only reply was muffled sobbing.

"Lee answer me."

"Sh...she's dead."

Those two words were enough to stop Asger in his tracks.

"This can't be happening this can't be real." he thought to himself.

thought his whole life he could have never had a single thought to himself or even an image of himself being without his wife his dear dear wife. The only thing that brought him back was a searing pain in is left ankle as the flames began to ignite his cloths. He nearly fell over trying to pat down the flames that had engulfed half of his pang leg. He soon had the flames under control and continued his way toward the two frightened children in the corner of the room. the only thing that flowed through his mind is was the thought of him leaving his home without his family and the thought despite the all encompassing flames around him chilled him to the core. After many swear filled minutes he finally reached his family. As soon as he got to them he pulled them into his arms and hugged them so deeply that he was not allowing them to breath. He let his children down to the floor and was beginning the trip back when a beam from the roof came undone and made its way through the air straight towards him. he only had enough time to grab the closest person next to him in time to him and get out of the way. the beam fell and shattered the wall behind him and in the process crushed the unmoving body of his wife.

Seeing the newly opened escape rout he grabbed his children and jumped through the hole in the wall just in time to be missed by more falling debris. Now that he and his loved ones were out of harms way he now had the time to look over just how badly his children were burned. His son Lee had burns all over his legs and he had cuts on his arms and across his back likely from falling parts of there home. His daughter fared even worse than him she was practically a living peace of fire wood. as Asger looked over his children's wound did he realize that Anastasia had stopped moving and even more worrying stopped breathing. and as he stared at his daughter in horror of the realization did he hear his son coughing madly next to him. He had thought that he was coughing like he was because of the smoke but much to his horror there was a large deep cut in his chest that had punctured his right lung. now that they were away from the fire he had realized that he wasn't just coughing up air but blood. There were already to many things to think about and comprehend at that moment but this stopped everything. The world around him slowed to a crawl everything but him and his son.

"no." he sobbed.

"no."

No was the only thing he could say as he watched his son's chest slowly stop moving up and down but stop entirely. Asger took his sons hand in his and kissed it as he slowly closed his sons eyes and sang to him his favorite song.

"The wind blows the seeds of tomorrow."

"The sun will rise over the mountain."

"To greet our kindred souls."

"The wind blows the seeds of our sorrow."

"The dusk comes from the hills."

"To take our loves."

"The wind blows the seeds of love."

"The one will come from the sea."

"To mend our hearts."

"lest we forget what drives our soul."

"The wind blows the seeds of tomorrow."

Asger nearly chocked on the last syllable as it escaped his raged breath.

WHOO! exciting chapter i can't wait to write the second one and i hope you guys can't wait to see the next one to. I plan on shelling these off every once a week but tell me what you guys think.