Okay… I have had this on my mind for far too long. I play this game so much that I have become an official nerd and have written a story about my little Dragonborn… I know, I know… "Great… Another Mary-sue…" But if you think about it, this game THRIVES of Mary-Sue's… Without them, this game wouldn't exist…
This is just for fun. I don't expect any audience from this really… But I would love to use this idea for an actual story one day… That would be cool.
Skyrim doesn't belong to me. But I do own the family… All but the sister that shall not be named yet… I don't own her either… You will know why later.
ONWARD MY FELLOW DRAGONBORN'S!
"Icelin, baby, can you come here for a moment?" my mother's voice gently calls on my name from my open window.
"Yes mama." I say as I leap from my rawhide bed and run out at her request. As I make my way out to the front yard, I trip over a chicken and fall on top of my brother Relu as he swept the porch. As I try help my older brother up, my mother giggles at my clumsiness.
"This is your 18th birth year today, and you are still trying to learn how to walk." She covers her face to keep from laughing too loud.
"What can I say? It's a gift." I smile just as brightly. Nothing can spoil this day for me.
Leaning on the broom, Relu pokes at my back. "Stop stalling and give it to her already." We all smile knowing what it is.
My mother lightly lay a hand on my shoulder. "Baby girl, today marks the 18th winter in which marks your adulthood. This is a very special day for you as was the 18th year was for your older brother and eldest sister."
"Now, because this day marks the day in which you become your own woman, we believe that you should be rewarded for the hard work that you have dedicated to come this far." My father says deeply inhaling.
"Took you long enough, you little runt." Relu smiles as he hugs me.
"I'll show you who the real runt is later…" I elbow him in the side.
"Okay, okay. Everybody hush. I can't take it anymore. Give it to her, Alegon." My mother says as she slaps my fathers arm. I can hardly stand it myself.
"My little girl is all grown up. I can't believe it. Stop growing up." He smiles at me for a moment. He then sighs at the excitement that is about to burst and shakes his head. "Alright, turn around." I do so instantly as I hold my hair up. I am so close to crying for joy as I look to my brother as he holds his own treasure that resides around his neck.
I gasp as my mother held up a mirror so I could see it. It was absolutely beautiful. A hand crafted Flawless Diamond necklace. The chain made from scratch by my mother's hand, and wielded together and engraved by my father. The diamond, like the rest of my family's gems, was passed down from our forefathers and is enchanted to suit my uniqueness. Everyone in my family has one.
My mother has a Flawless Ruby with the enchantment of knowledge. My father has a Flawless Garnet with the enchantment of Leadership. My brother has a Flawless Emerald, with the enchantment of strength, and my sister has a Flawless Sapphire with the enchantment of courage. My parents said that they gave us flawless gems because we were flawless in their eyes, just as their parents said unto them on their wedding day.
"Icelin Henna Staccriss, may your body forever flow with the power of perseverance. May your soul never give into the world, and may your heart always find its way home." My father says as the Diamond suddenly hits my skin and a light white hue gently arose from the necklace as it seeps through my skin and into my heart. I then feel a sudden jolt of energy shoot though my heart as it pumps through my blood and floods my veins. The power takes my body in, and I now have the strength of my new power.
Heavily inhaling, I relax my bones as I hug my parents. "This is the most wonderful gift." I say as I slightly tear up. "Thank you so much."
"We love you very much, Icelin." Father says as he hugs me.
"I just wish that your sister were here to see this." Mother combs her fingers through my hair. "She wanted so badly to see you on the most important day of your life." She sheds a tear.
"She's fine mom. A sister knows these things. She is okay." I try to reassure her. My sister has been gone for 3 years. She is 21 this year. She is the reason why they won't let by 20 year old brother go too far from home.
"This isn't your only gift." Father suddenly says to change the conversation. He does that when he is avoiding sadness. He doesn't like to talk about it.
"Another-"
"I don't want to hear it, Icelin." He smiles as he goes around the house.
"Wait… I don't need-"
"We know how much you love archery ever since your father gave you that one lesson a few years ago," she pauses as my father comes back with not one, but two weapons.
"Wait… What?" my smile grows twice as wide as my father carries a mace and a bow more than twice the size of any regular weapons.
"Oh good lord," Relu says just as surprised as I am.
"Oh… Did we mention that there is one for you too, Relu?" Father smiles brightly.
We both observe our very large weapons, shamelessly "wowing" and "awing" at the sheer beauty of these weapons.
"What bark are these made of?" I ask.
"Oh, they're not made of bark." Mother notes.
"They're made of bone," father smiles even bigger. Suddenly, Relu and I moan in disgust. "Oh, come now. They're not human bones."
"Your father and I were looking though our things to find your diamond, Icelin, and we found a box left by your great grandpapa."
"Remember those stories that I would tell you kids about the great beings of the north like fairies, mermaids, and dragons?" we both nod. "Well, your grandparents would always tell me those same stories and would always say that they were absolutely true. I found these bones in a box of things that your grandpa left behind with a parchment that stated that these are indeed dragon bones."
"Whoa; seriously?" Relu asked in complete awe.
"That's what the note said. Because I have been trying to use everything we have to turn into a weapon, I wondered how bone would react, and it worked really well."
"And I even enchanted it so they would have a greater effect." My mother added.
"Dragon bones…" I whisper as I take a moment to really feel my new companion. I take the moment to really learn how it feels in my hands and how it reacts in action. Before I know it, I am smiling like an idiot. "This is wonderful."
"I had even made a sword for your sister… I figured, she could… you know… Maybe-" my father's enthusiasm gradually drained as thoughts of my sister returned. I took this moment to walk up to him and hug him tightly.
"Well, I just know that she is going to love it when she gets back." I smile in optimism. He returns the favor with a generous hug.
"Alegon," mother gains my fathers attention. 'Why don't you and Relu go and hunt for our wonderful dinner feast? Icelin and I will stay and prepare the village. Everyone is exited to celebrate Icelin's birthday." She smiles as she hugs me. Exhaling deeply, father grabs and hugs Relu's neck in a strong hold.
"Come on, son. It's time to put that mace to good use…"
We are a small village in the darkened word of the West edge of Blacklight, Morrowind. Eight other families including my own live in this little paradise. Having a family of mixed races can prove difficult to find a comfortable place to stay where people aren't constantly at your neck for just existing. My mother, Dolliah, is full blooded Dunmer and my father, Alegon, is a full blooded Nord. You can guess how easily our life has been. I look like a Dunmer, Relu looks like a Nord, and our sister is between. Because of this, we are so glad that we have found a safe haven from the ugly world after all my grandparents passed on. Who knew that my parent's parents would be more accepting than today's society? This village is full of families that are of mixed races. And it is so nice to be accepted by people who understand.
Because our village is so small, we know each other very well, we celebrate everything together, and when a birthday comes around, the village makes a night out of it. When the other men found out that my father and brother went hunting, they followed shortly after and left the rest of us to make a large pit fire and get ready for everyone and start the celebration.
It is just at the brim of what is left of daylight and the men aren't back yet. It is extremely dangerous to be in the woods after night has hit, and everyone is starting to become a little antsy. We talk among ourselves and wonder more and more where the men have gone. I start to wonder if father and Relu are alright. They have been gone since mid morning and it is starting to frighten everyone.
But before everyone goes completely crazy, my father storms into the village on his horse and jumps off in a panic with no Relu. Some other men from the village run from behind completely stripped from armor and weapons and are in a frantic mess as they all grab their families and storm in their homes. Father does the same practically pulling my arm out of its socket as he drags me and my mother inside and starts to barricade us in.
"Arm up and get ready. Put her in the hole now!" father shouts at my mother.
"What's going on?" mother asks as she pulls away the rug on the ground to show a large metal door taking place of what I thought was a wooden floor this whole time. "Alegon?"
He finishes and tightly grabs both her arms and pulls her close, huffing in exhilarating fear.
"They're here."
My mother's eyes bulge as she shakes her head as if trying to avoid reality.
"No…"
"Get her in there now!" he says storming up stairs.
"What's going on?" I speak in a fearful voice as my mother avoids my question to open the floor door. "Mother…" she pulls it open with great force. "Mother! I demand to know!"
"Get in," she wipes sweat from her lip as she starts to grab random things and sticks them in a large bag.
"Mother-"
"GET IN, DAMN IT!"
I follow her command and climb in as fast as I can as my father comes back down with weapons and armor. My mother hands me the Dragon Bone Bow and arrows and a bag.
"Alegon, where's Relu?"
"They took him. I believe that they took him to High Hrothgar in Skyrim." He straps on his sword.
"What? But he's not-"
"Do you think they care? They will do anything to get to the Dragon-"
"Relu?" I speak in fear of my brother. "What-What's going on?!"
"There are supply's in that bag, food, maps, a compass, and 100 coins." She starts coming to my aid and kneeling to the floor to look me in the eye as she combs my hair out of my face and behind my ear. "You are to follow this tunnel all the way out. Do not stop until you get out. You will come to a fork in the road and you will head to Cyrodiil and go to the Imperial City. Stay away from men in red armor and DO NOT go to Skyrim. Do you understand me? Now repeat what I said."
"Two minutes, Dolliah."
"But we have to help Relu."
"I said no. Now repeat."
"The bag has supplies, go through tunnel, go to Cyrodiil, head to the Imperial City, stay away from men in red armor, and do NOT go to Skyrim."
"I mean it young lady. You stay in the Imperial City until we find you. Do you understand?"
I am too angry to answer.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good girl." She says with a tear as she kisses my forehead and stands to strap on her weapon.
"We will meet in 7 days time. We love you, baby." Father caresses my head before standing.
"Daddy! Wait-" SLAM
He bolts the door shut. Banging on the door, I cry in utter fear wanting to help them. But I suddenly hear what sounded like my door being knocked down and I hear my mother scream. My father shouts, and I sit in shock just listening. My heart drops as I hiccup and see light illuminating from the ground. As the sounds become worse I finally find some strength to run, trying to fight my weak knees at the state of fear and confusion that I run away from.
I run and run and run and I don't stop, just like she said to do, and it feels as if I have been running for an eternity. All I know is that as the tunnel reaches its opening, I am walking in a mix of exhaustion, fear, and confusion as I see a bright mid-morning.
With all of these emotions clouding my brain, the light hurts my eyes as I rise from the hidden tunnel and see the fork in the road. All I can think of is that I need some sleep as I see the names on the signs. One leads to "Riften" and one leads to "Cheydinhal".
"'Do NOT go to Skyrim,' she said. 'Go to Cyrodiil' she said. Well, where the hell is either of them? Ugh…" I groan as my head starts to throb in pain.
"No-n-no… No please…" I suddenly hear a distant voice. "Don't! Please… PLEASE! PLEASE NO!" they are coming up fast from the "Riften" road. Distantly seeing a man in rags and a… man in READ ARMOR?
"Oh no…" I whisper as I run back into my hiding place.
I sit to myself, holding my knees as I hold by breath to keep from making any noise. Men are screaming, the horses are racing closer and my heart is thumping out of my chest. Everything happens right above my head, again, and I hear the screams of the men. But before long, everything comes to a sudden silence, as if everything just disappears right before me. I cry in a silent prayer hoping to the God's that no one knows of me. Please leave me in peace… Please – Leave me in peace-
So, that is my little Icelin. I am such a proud character creator. The next chapter will have familiar faces in it, promise.
Icelin does eventually become in a relationship with my FAVORITE character in the game but that won't come for a while. And when he does come into play I will add his name. I can't wait for that, especially since you can't marry him in the game… DAMNITALL!
I hope you liked it.