A female Breton crossing the border to Skyrim? Without any memory? Yep. The only thing she remembers is her name, and that painful day when she was 6. Since then, she's hated everyone and everything. Well, that is until she meets Ralof, his family, and the Companions. But when she gets to Windrun and seeks the Companions, she meets someone with a lot in common. What will happen to our little pretty Breton when she meets Vilkas? Oh and yes, I know I named the dragonborn after myself. It's only because I named my character on Skyrim on that. Problem?
Kalina's head throbbed. She went to rub it, to sooth the pain, but she felt something pierce through her hand. She winced. She felt blood slide it's way down onto the floor. She slowly opened her eyes. She saw a young handsome Nord in front of her. She met his bright blue eyes with her dark green eyes. He smiled, "Finally awake, Breton? You tried to cross the border right? Walked right into us. Along with that horse thief sitting next me."
He looked over at the guy next to him. He had dirt all over him and had greasy brown hair. He looked at Kalina, "Breton, we shouldn't be here. It's those damn Stormcloaks. That bastard Ulfric, this is his fault."
The Nord hissed, "Watch your tongue horse thief! Ulfric is right there!" Kalina looked at the guy over to her. He was dressed in a expensive robe and had yellow neck length hair. A rag was tied around his mouth.
She looked back at the Nord and spoke in an angry tone, "Where are we going? Tell me who you are, too." He chuckled, "Angry little one. By the looks of it we're going to Helgen. My name is Ralof. Ralof of Riverwood. What is your name, Breton."
She frowned, "I'd rather keep my name to myself." He leaned forward, "Well I told you mine, it isn't fair when you don't tell me yours." Her frown grew deeper, then she sighed, "Fine. My name is Kalina. I have no idea where I'm from. I can't remember anything but my name and what happened when I was 6."
He looked at her up and down as she looked at the path ahead of them. She had a beautiful structure. Her face looked sweet and her eyes were an attractive dark green. Her breasts were round and looked so perfect. She looked like she was proud as a female nord.
Ralof shook his head and took a deep breath. How could he fall for a Breton? One that seems to hate everyone? He sighed and she looked back at him, her beautiful shoulder length brown hair swaying a bit. He noticed she had a small braid on her right side of her head. She had a scar running down her right eye and one near the right side of her lip.
She frowned again, "Are you staring at me?" He shook his head a bit quickly, "No not at all. What happened to your eye?" She sighed, "Might as well tell you. We're gonna die anyway soon."
She coughed a bit to clear her throat, then started her story, "When I was 6 years old, I lived with my mom, my dad, and my 2 older sisters. Sixteen and fourteen, A big gang came to our house one night, and threatened to kill us if we didn't give them all our gold."
She stopped remembering the painful night. She continued, "We were a poor Breton family, so we didn't have much. My parents gave them our gold. They weren't happy with the amount. I was hiding upstairs under the stack of hay I slept on. I could hear them yelling from downstairs. My sisters just sat patiently, but we started to freak out when we heard my parents scream."
She stopped again and said with a shaking voice, "They came upstairs. I peeked out of the hay and saw each race coming up the stairs. I couldn't believe my eyes. My sisters were in a corner screaming there heads off."
She held back a tear, "I saw there blood splatter on the floor. I yelped and one of them came over to me and smiled. He said they wouldn't kill me, but they would give me a scar. He pulled me out of they hay by my hair and I screamed. He brought his axe up to my face and smiled again. He cut it down my eye. Then he cut the side of my lip. He dropped me and they ran off, leaving me there crying and screaming. Since then, I haven't been able to see out of my right eye and I hate all races. Even my own"
Ralof looked at her with pity, "Why must you hate everyone?" She frowned, "I don't need your stupid pity, and I just do ok? Back when I was six, everyone hated us! They would throw stuff at me. That's all I remember. Why the gods would do this to me I don't know."
Ralof sighed, "Well I don't hate you, and they probably did this to you cause you have a bad temper." Kalina frowned deeper and opened her mouth to say something, but the wagon stopped. The horse thief shouted, "What's going on!" Ralof looked over at him, "What else? It's the end of the line.