This is the story of one wood elf named Enyar Harxaon and her journeys she has partaken in throughout her life. Lets start from the beginning. Enyar was a small wood elf, short blond hair, green eyes, and had the will power of any Skyrim soldier. She was brought up in the land of Skyrim in the town of Riften. She enjoyed most things, like going to the market with her mother or simply going to play outside whatever the weather. She was not born into the richest of families, nor the brightest, but that never took away her spirit for life. Growing up in a town like Riften, you try to find the best of things. Some children play games or help out with family business, but unfortunately for Enyar, she was broken to the bone and with her father out fighting with the Stormcloaks it was difficult for her mother to gather coin from just a small Fishery. Not all was bad, for Enyar had always grown up with a friend called Onyvr, an orc boy brought over from the hold of Dushnikh Yal. All the town kids picked on him for being different, but Enyar liked him because she was also the outcast of the children and could relate to his feelings. His father was aware of Enyar's friendly feelings for Onyvr. However, his father went to fight for the imperials, the rivals of the Stormcloaks. Onyvr was told to stay away from Enyar, so they meet in secret just outside the walls of Riften. They always played with wooden swords and pretended to be on a big adventure. Years passed, and so Enyar began her journey unrestricted by the Riften lifestyle. She is 19 now and felt she had to lead her own life. Not only that, but Onyvr was sure he would be lost if Enyar wasn't there for him, so they moved out into the marsh and built a small cabin not too far from Morthal to live together in. Could this be the start of a new life Enyar was looking for?