Chapter 1:

"Get back here you thief!" yelled the Whiterun guard.

"Catch me if you can losers!" replied the thief.

As the thief ran, a high elf stood in the way of the Whiterun exit gates.

"Get out of the way elf!" said the thief.

The high elf stood still with his hands in a position that looked like he was going to cast a spell. As the thief got closer to the gate, the elf shot out a ball of fire, knocking the thief down to his feet. The guards rushed to the thief, and led him to the Whiterun jails.

"Hey thanks for stopping him," said one of the guards.

"No problem," replied the elf.

"Would you mind telling us your name?" asked the guard.

"Prismo," Prismo replied.

"Ok Prismo, I'll notify the Jarl for your helpfulness," said the guard.

"Thank you," said Prismo

Prismo went home with a proud feeling in his heart. Prismo was a high elf, and he loved magic. Most of the people in Skyrim used weapons. But not him, he used magic. He bought mage robes, and mage hoods for combat. They were good for magic, but not so good for defense he dreamed for Teltin armor. Teltin armor is good in magic and defense. He heard the legends of Teltin armor, but never really knew if it was real. Everyone had told Prismo it was fake, but Prismo had an exciting feeling in his stomach…

TO BE CONTINUED…