This is my first fan fiction, please enjoy. Right now it does not contain any character from the game; but some will appear, like Alduin and Ulfric; I even think that Serana and Harkon may also appear.
As the night draws near and the road became harder to follow; a young Nord that was hardly older than twenty, en route to his motherland of Skyrim; (he had also thought that a straight path from Bruma to Whiterun; although dangerous, would be faster and even more interesting); decided that it was time to set a camp for the night.
He was no stranger to camping; he had done it hundreds of times, but it was the first time he did it alone, and committed a mistake; not in the camp of course, but he failed to examine his surroundings.
When suddenly and out of nowhere a group of thugs push him to the ground and took his sword. While on the ground, he tried to lift himself to no avail, as one of them was keeping him to the ground. Under normal circumstances he could have beaten them, but the ambush had taken him off guard.
The young Nord was reckless, but not stupid; he knew that without his sword he was no match for the four heavily armed men. He decided to wait and see how things unfold.
"This is a really fine sword" one of them said "what else do you have?"
"Let's just kill him and take all" another said.
"I'll do it" said the one standing the farthest.
"Is this it?" The Nord thought to himself "well, if either way I am going to die, at least I can do it while fighting."
As the man was about to unsheath his weapon, the young Nord manage to push away the one on his back, and punch in the face the one nearest to him, retrieving his sword and knocking out the guy in the process.
To such offence the other two tried to retaliate, but something was wrong.
"Where is my weapon?" Both men thought while instinctively they turn to see their waist.
The young Nord, with his good fighting instinct, did not last long to notice their distraction, and use it to his advantage.
"Three down, one remains", the Nord said while turning back to the last one, (which actually fainted out of fear). "seriously?!"
As he sheathed his weapon, he noticed that the four of them lack their weapons.
"but, they had them! I saw it! where...?"
In the middle of that, he could hear a familiar sound on his back; as the weapons expert he is (or at least he thinks he is), he recognised the sound; that is the sound of a wooden bow preparing a shoot.
"There was another?" The young Nord thought to himself while preparing for the worst "well at least I died in honorable combat."
But the sound was followed by a loud impact, and the arrow being shot, (and luckily it missed). Then an unnatural silence that was interrupted only by a steady set of steps coming in his way, dragging something.
"Is that a wolf? Unlikely; maybe a sabre cat, no, I am not yet in Skyrim; maybe a troll, no, one can easily carry a man but would make a lot more noise, what...wait, there is a shadow, what is it?"
The shadow at the distance was barely human, and with two straight and long horns. As the figure gets closer, it makes a hand gesture and a bright light came out of it. The young man has never seen one in person, but the reptilian appearance left little to guess. That was an Argonian, way taller than what he heard; even taller than him (but not for much), but very slim and with a robe that he indeed has seen. That is the official robe from the college of Winterhold.
"An Argonian mage? I have never heard they could use magic, let alone become a full fledged mage."
With the light of the spell he could now see him clearly, or at least he tried; as the Argonian had really dark green and red scales, and the blue feathers adorning the back of his head were even darker; making him to look like a shadow even under the light; the only easy to distinguish feature that made him stand out was his dark orange throat.
Now that he was close enough, what he was dragging was easily distinguishable; it was the fifth men and a bag full of weapons.
"My name is Shaakus" said the argonian "Are you injured? I am no master of the school of restoration, but I can cast some spells to mend your wounds and easing your pain."
"N-no, those milk-drinkers would never have been a threat, I could have easily beat them if not for that damned ambush" replied the young Nord.
"Yes, I noticed, but you did get ambushed" answered in an almost condescending manner, "like many more travelers and merchants".
"Oh, sorry, I did not see you beating four men without your weapon, did you, Shadow?"
"That is the point; you did not see me taking their weapon, nor did they" replied Shadow; "and thanks to that, you defeated them without a mishap, did you not?"
That last comment, although true, had touched a nerve in the Nord; who would have answered if not for what Shadow said next.
"Well, at least you are okay, and I have captured this guys I was tasked to deal with."
"So... are you a head hunter, Shadow?" Ask the Nord.
"No, I am a tracker, so to speak" Shadow replied; "and my name is not Shadow, although everybody calls me that, so its okay. Still, I don't know why?"
"You really don't know?" Asked the Nord in a sarcastic and incredulous tone.
They took the five men to the nearest guard outpost and continued their conversation. As it turned out, both of them were heading to Skyrim, so they decided to go together, after all, the journey would be more bearable with someone to talk to, (not to mention safer with a capable fighter).
"By the way" add Shadow "what is your name?"
