The landscape around my parents farm was as dry with a certain heat to it, Just a bit off the coast of Ravens Rock, there laid my parents moderately successful farm. A place I have lived for my nineteen years. My dark hair and dark eyes set me aside form the popular Nordic abode that my father has. The dark features I have come from my mother who is a dark elf, when I become tempered, passionate, focused and yes even… in deep lust as my mother would say, my eyes have specks of red that form.

"Daedra!" my mother shouts to pull me from my deep thoughts, their she stands with a large fur sack on the ground beside her stuffed full, the bag looking almost the height and weight of her granted, a cheese wheel is the weight of my mother.

"You almost forgot your bags! Now hurry up and get on that boat to Skyrim… I believe that the boat will end up in Windhelm thank goodness you have the built and look of a Nord. They laughed at me when I told them I was going to marry a nord! I was smart now my daughter has a chance she can leave these cursed and rotten lands for somewhere beautiful"

"Why don't I stay? Help you and Dad on the farm… I don't know why you are sending me from the land I call home to a land covered in snow. My sister is allowed to stay here but not me… Honestly mother don't you think I should stay too? What ever curse is here ill fight it with you!" I protest heading towards her my sister beginning to walk out of the house. The perfect dark elf many people called my sister, she was more beautiful than anyone here in Ravens rock has ever seen.

"With what magic? You never had the ability in you love… You can wheel an axe better than any nord I've seen ill give you that, your voice when you yell can scare the dead but im afraid there will be nothing for you to do. Your sister cant go to Skyrim it is unsafe for her… However, you took your fathers genes and talents… Look at your armour your sister and I couldn't craft that with our eyes closed." I was trained in smithing all my life from my father who makes a living as a black smith. I wanted to make better armour for my travels in Skyrim however due to the lack of materials and time before the ship left strong fur armour is the best I can do… for the time being. I want to protest, I even open my mouth to speak when I get cut off my a drunken but loud voice.

"Anyone wishing to come to Skyrim come aboard now!" The captain yells his thick voice traveling miles.

"Goodbye Daedra… If you can write often… There is something horrible happening here and I do not want you to be here to see it happen… Your sister and I can take care of ourselves… You will have to put your hopes in Aedra… Well both of them." she giggled, the joke being that my sister was named after the Aedra and I was named after the Daedra… 'The good and the bad' by being a pushed away thats how I felt, bad. I lean down so she can kiss my forehead her grey hair tied in a bun and a tear ripping rapidly from her cheek. When she finally lets go I look over and see my father standing behind her trying to give her support. My father looked like a typical Nordic man, after being injured while fighting with the Empire, he met and married my mother.

"Take care daughter… My family resides in the Rift, they weren't to happy when I announced I was marrying a dark elf but they should at least help you. How much help they will give you is unknown to me… but eh, they're an option." I hold my fathers hand until he finally lets go, afraid of tears or worst an out burst of anger I walk off and board the boat, I find a seat close to the edge on a mostly empty part of the boat and watch the dock where my parents stand until I can no longer see the dock, and in its place a thick layer of ocean and fog.

I keep to myself on the boat, most of the people on the boat are clearly marked Nord's by their blond hair and blue eyes. All of them are sitting with mead in their cups boasting about some made up kill or banging a hot elf chick while visiting Ravens rock. I enjoyed the others who were passing war stories and stories of home, even though they were drinking they had an air of peace to them. Next to me sits a girl with snowy blond hair and a scare wearing Thieves Guild armour, she had her hood up and would make snark remarks under her breath basically showing her detest for anyone and anything on this boat, except for me… She had left me completely out of it. I knew her armour due to me being a smith and enchanter but also because I used to run with them too, never much just did more of the smithing jobs due to my overly aggressive tempter. 'Murder isn't good for business one dickhead said' the next week they found him suspiciously dead.

"Get anything good?" I ask her quietly not sure if I really wanted to talk or was just hunting for a distraction from my thoughts.

"What the fuck did you ask me" She replies in a sinister tone but through the look in her eyes I can tell I've peaked her interest.

"I know the Thieves guild armour when I see it…" I said pointing to her armour that is polished with almost thousands of pockets and secret spots.

"How the hell would yo…" she stops in mind sentence as I cut in

"I'm the one that makes and enchants them… Trust me I can tell the ones I personally make likes yours Ive seen ones that were cheaply made come in from Riften I think thats how thieves lose their luck. Plus I have this marking… I used to belong to the guild in Morrowind. However I don't think I will be coming back here so I left." I flash her the marking on my right shoulder a diamond shape with a circle inside meaning "The Guild'' to prove that my accusations are correct causing her to show me the same mark on her wrist.

"Well then… Whats your name Blacksmith?" She asks me

"Daedra… and you?"

"Vex"

We shoot the shit on the boat for a couple of hours sharing stories of our conquest. I look at all the features on her face they were strong, mostly pale with grey eyes. Her face was perfectly sculpted almost as if she came from the perfect genetic gene pool, the only thing and in my mind the most intriguing was the big scar going through her face, trust me it didn't dent her beauty, it added to it more than any makeup or warpaint could.

Once we arrive in Windhelm, the snow coming down thick in the cold temperatures of the hold, Vex laughed as I became interested in the fog coming out of my mouth in a puffy white cloud.

"You look like a dragon with all that smoke…" Vex joked flatly before standing to get off the boat stretching massively to awaken her sleepy body.

"Look, I'd love to stay and chat but duty calls, if you find yourself in Riften… come to the flagon and who knows maybe we will find you among our ranks." She runs off the boat leaving me alone outside the city gates and In one blink she was gone, just like my home vanished before I could finish looking at it.

I enter the gates to see too men and a dark elf talking. I notice a worried look in her eyes as she try's to stay strong, her body perfectly executed strength were her eyes showed fear. I attempt at minding my own business when I hear a scream the man wearing a hat has begun trying to grab her uttering threats of showing her what a 'True Nord' is.

It was almost as if time froze when I ran and threw her off of him and with all my might I punched him in the upper jaw, then the next one to the nose causing blood to rush out as he drops to the floor. Not even seconds later something strong and cold hits the back of my head a knocks me out cold.

Doing some editing on past chapters...