Hello, this is my first story that I have written on fanfiction! I have written many other stories before and I'm hoping I will be able to continue writing here.

Prologue –Vero the imperial-

I made a huge mistake.

Before I even understood what I have done, I have slain my father with one of his favorite swords. I was too late though, my mother was long gone. Her lifeless body hit the floor when I stabbed my father in the back. He choked on his own blood, turning to me in surprise and horror.

I believe what I was doing was justice. I couldn't watch him strangle my mother to death. She was the only person who could calm down a man like him. She took his anger and hatred from being detained by the Imperial legion back in Skyrim and dealt with it. Now she was dead and I had made sure that my father would be the one to pay for it.

That son of a bitch would not die, I will give him that. He grabbed onto me and held on as tight as he could. I could see the rage and confusion mixed in his eyes as he tried to speak. Blood gurgled in his throat and he stumbled to the ground. My arms trembled as I lifted the sword once again. His blood stained face stared up at me, urging me to finish it and I did. One clean, swift strike and his head came right off.

I dropped the weapon immediately and took a deep breath. Oh Nines, what was I going to do? I just murdered my own father in cold blood. Well at least he hasn't tried to make a scream. No, he was too proud for that. What I should do now is pack up whatever I need and make a run for it. Leave behind my family's farm and just go.

There was nothing I could say to the guards to assure them that I wasn't the one that killed my mother and father. Not with the fresh blood on my clothes and my father's sword. Without even a second thought, I began to pack up any coins, clothes, or food that I can carry. I would probably need a dagger just in case I encounter some wolves.

After a few minutes of packing, I waited until nighttime until I snuck out the back and ran from my home. Skyrim wasn't too far from where I lived. Bruma was a very cold and mountainous region, if I climbed the path that lead over the mountain to Skyrim, I will be able to escape and live my life anew. My name wouldn't be Solena Petrinus of Cyrodiil. It would be a more strange and foreign, like Vero.

Yes, Vero the Imperial. I am a traveler originally from Cyrodiil and I have been an orphan since I was a young girl.

Would they buy it?

I had no idea, but that's all I had to work at for now. I had to wait and see if my plan would work. Maybe when I go to Skyrim, I'll join the Imperial army. It'll decrease my chances of being caught but it would also put me in harm's way.

I shook my head, everything will just have to be sorted out when I get to Skyrim. Right now, I had to focus to getting to Skyrim.

If I make it.

Reviewer and Critics are welcome here! I am also not sure if I will be able to update fast enough, I currently have a job that I am more scheduled on.

Thank you for reading! =)