Frost fall

authors note.

as this is my first fanfiction story please review and let me know any problems

Chapter one

As the suns slowly set upon the horizon markus slowly stretched his sore muscles from the long hard day he was a former legionnaire who now lived a modest life as a farmer in riverwood just south of whiterun. He lived in skyrm provenance in northern tamrial and he had supported the empire in the war and had participated in the attack on windhelm. Now he was a simple farmer. He slowly walked towards his house that he shared with his wife, Carlotta, and his newborn daughter Maria. When he reached the house he hugged his wife and took the baby so she could prepare dinner when he heard a knock at the door. He sat his daughter down and went to the answer the door. When he opened the door Alvors nephew Hadvar was looking nervous. Markus please hurry we need your help. The village men are forming a militia. "Why?" Markus asked. Because a hunter saw close to a hundred thalmor soldiers coming this way. As fear gripped him Markus said "ok I will be there." "Thank you." Hadvar said and then he left. Turning and walking quickly to his room Markus put his armor on and belted on his steel sword and left the house without saying anything to Carlotta.