Songs Of Skyrim
By: TheWildFool2011
(I do not own The Elder Scrolls, nor the characters. I do however own my Wood Elf character and any other characters I make up.)
Jazaakarr walked throughout the snow felt woods. He had been traveling throughout Tamerial as a punishment from his village elders in Valenwood. His twin brother decided to tag along with him, saying it was too dangerous for him to be out on his own. The only things they was given was a journal, daggers and one magic spell tome.
There were about forty-five journal entries within the book. He had also obtained many neat items that he thought the village elders would like. He had been to Elsweyr a place he really wasn't too fond of, but the Khajiit was nice too him. He had meet a certain friend there that wanted to travel across all Tamerial with him and his twin brother.
The Khajiit's name was R'aaza. It wasn't too come for the cat folk to have his type of name. He would even go on to explain times where people told him that he must had spelled his own name wrong, but in the end he was right. Within his village he was worshiped, they would always call him the chosen Khajiit.
From the strange village of R'aaza, The three continued on north, to reach Cyrodiil. His brother had gotten them into numerous amounts of trouble within the Imperial City. With all the time they had spent in Cyrodiil, they had been jailed over a total of sixteen times. All crimes were listed as petty theft and break ins, all were done by his twin brother. But since they all traveled together they all got the same punishment. Which just happened to be jail. The jailed Jazaakarr resided in happened to be the same one that the hero of Cyrodiil had resided in, or as they would also call him the Grand-champion of Cyrodiil.
R'aaza had taken the two to some place that were famous. First Kvatch, which was known for where the first Oblivion gate appeared. Then he dragged the two elves to Cheydinhal, a place where the Dark Brotherhoods hide out was located. They then headed to the Battle sight, where a well-known fighter of the Blades named Jauffre fought against those who arose from the Oblivion gate. He was also the grandmaster of the Blades and was said to await the next Dragonborn until his death at Cloud Ruler Temple.
They finally arrive within the province of Skyrim. The only problem they had was getting separate from each other. Jazaakarr's twin was the first to get separated when they were being chased by a bear and then R'aaza by a pack of wolves. Jazaakarr wondered the cold forest be himself.
Jazaakarr sighed as he stopped. There he stood in the middle of a forest that looked similar to the one he had walked through not to long ago. "What in oblivion is going on?! I've been walking in circles for hours…"
He looked up at the sky. It wasn't too wise to be traveling throughout Skyrim at night time, the stories he had heard in Bruma proved the dangers of traveling alone. He sighed heavily, "At this rate I'll never find the others and reach my mark…"
He stuffed the map back into his side pocket. He started back up his seemingly useless walking. He continued to push himself through the worsening weather. He silently prayed to himself, hoping that his brother and friend were safe.
The forest looked safe enough to tread through on his own. However, his clothing was not much help in keeping him warm. He soon stumbled upon a small enclave of a overly large rock and took refugee there. He wrapped his torn cloak around his small frame and curled up, thinking of his brother.
'Where ever you are...may the gods keep you safe, brother.'