Fan Fiction Story: Tale of a True Skyrim Daughter.
It all happened so quickly. One minute I was on my way out of Skyrim, hoping against hope that I could get across the border without detection, next, I'm fighting alongside Jarl Ulfric in one of the final battles for Skyrim. Let me explain what happened between then and now.
My name is Arnea Stormhammer. I am a Breton, so suffice it to say I wanted very little to do with Nordic affairs. Politics are not my strong suit, they bore me. So when war broke out between the Stormcloaks and the Empire, I felt it was in my best interest to, you guessed it, tuck tail and run. When I tried to leave, people were getting ready for war; my mother had begged me to stay, to protect her. Being capable and all, I made a hard choice. I asked my mother exactly what it was keeping her here in Skyrim. She said her roots ran deeper than any Nords, and she would like to see Ulfric take the throne of Skyrim for himself.
I scoffed at her, and told her to pack her things. I fought with her over staying, I did not want to see my mother dead, and I'm sure she wanted me to join the army. I began hauling everything in our home out of the door and onto the horse drawn cart. Because of the location of the house, being so close to an Imperial city, the Imperial soldiers were claiming land all over the place; our house had been one such territory. A group of Imperial soldiers showed up at our home and demanded that all able bodied men and women of the house hold were to enlist in the Imperial militia. I declined. They shackled me and began leading me away from my family home.
When my mother was young she was trained in the art of alchemy at the college in Winterhold, Now, everyone knew her and that she was a creditable alchemist, specializing in enhancement potions. It was at this moment that she took one, coloured a light green. She stood up from her wheeled chair and began shifting before the eyes of the Imperials. I stood agape, never before had my mother shown this to me. I always thought the scars she had were from many accidents with her dabbling. She started clawing and biting all those around her, judging from the speed in which she did so, she didn't care who it was, so long as she could sink one of the aforementioned extremities into something.
When the imperial soldiers were dead, I stepped forward and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned with lightening reflexes and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. I stumbled backwards and fell over a pile of hay. As I lay there, bleeding out into the straw, struggling for consciousness, my mother's face appeared above mine, panicked and weeping. I tried to smile, but from the look of my mother's face it was nothing short of a grimace. She held me in her arms, even while more soldiers appeared. She looked around, and gave up.
"My daughter, stay safe in Sovngarde." She whispered to me. I gurgled back and they shackled her and lead her off to the chopping block. I blacked out; blissfully unaware of what happened next.