Prologue
I am Camia, born and raised in Skyrim, although my family is originally from Summerset Isle. I am an Altmer also known as a High Elf.
My family is all Thalmor. I don't say that with pride as most think I should. A lot of the people of Skyrim respect my family and me, but I hate being associated with the name Thalmor, because unlike most people I know who they truly are.
My mother, Koritha, is a Thalmor Wizard, she isn't of much importance, and she usually just transports prisoners, usually Stormcloak prisoners.
However my father, Ancano, is adviser to the Arch-Mage, Savos Aren, at the College of Winterhold. Due to my father's position at the college, I grew up in Winterhold most of my life where I have been surrounded by magicka.
I have studied magicka from a young age, I got my first spell tome at around age 9 or 10, I can't really remember, I do remember it was the spell flames though. Why my dad thought it was a good idea to teach a child destruction magicka, I have no idea. Since then I have been intrigued by magicka and I eventually plan to join the college even if that means having to be around my father more.
I am now 19 years old and more than happy to finally get to set out and start a life of my own. I have sold my things, said goodbye to my family and friends, and set off on my own adventure with nothing but my novice destruction robes, 20,000 gold, my map of Skyrim, and all the spells I could want.
I plan to start a new life, a new name, a new beginning. I plan to join the Stormcloak rebellion and nothing is going to stop me.
This is my first fanfiction, please review and leave some constructive criticism. There is a lot more to come and I have some pretty good plot twists so just stick with me. -Crystal