Authors Note:

Okay this is my first actual story submitted, but by no means let that determine whether you read it or review it. I am totally open to critique as long as its intelligent, and I hope that you all enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Oblivion, Morrowind or anything to do with Elder Scrolls, those belong to their creators. I only own the original characters mentioned in this story (the ones you know aren't in the game).

Recognition

An Oblivion Story

Prolouge

I couldn't see anything…my breathing was harsh and my vision blurred. My hands trembled as I heard the horrible sounds of death all around me. My armor was heavy now and I felt like I couldn't move. Was it some spell? It must've been because everything felt like it had been weighted, and I could feel the ground as I fell to my knees with a groan.

"Help! H-help me!" I'd heard, their voice was so pained and desperate that if I could've stood again I'd wish I could help them. I felt so much pain at the idea that I'd have to leave them to their suffering.

More battle, as creatures from my worst nightmares came out of those hellish things called 'Oblivion Gates', I felt despair eat at my very core. I heard more pained screams, and saw others fall about me, the smoke finally beginning to clear.

"Go, to the gate! Get to the gate!" Someone, a male with pure unadulterated fervor in his voice had screamed, I didn't know who he'd screamed at but someone had to go…I tried to stand but I couldn't…I just couldn't…

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So, what do you think when you see something with this title? If you think its just the happy story of a youth prancing around Tamriel playing ballads you are mistaken. Its far from it and honestly, it's a chapter of my life I've kept quiet about till now. Of course that's no thanks to the others. I thought all I wanted was a statue, some fame and fortune, some recognition. But in the end, it doesn't seem like its worth that much compared to things that are so much more important, like family.

I was born in Bruma, first things first. My family is from Skyrim, and yes I'm a Nord. When I look in the mirror though I don't see anything but the long light gold hair of my mother and the stern eyes of my father. Freckles line my cheeks and I try to stand tall and proud. Like any Nord should of course. Since I was little I used to get teased because I looked more like my father than my mother. I don't see why that's amusing or amazing but children are children I guess; they can find humor out of the stupidest things.

I live with my uncle now. My parents had both caught some sickness and passed away, leaving me alone. We're close now, but at first all I did was try to rebel against him. If he told me to go to bed, I'd find a way to stay awake. When he told me to stay inside, I'd try to venture out. And of course when he told me he wanted me to be a bard, I wasn't going to have it.

"But why? A bard doesn't do anything but sing. When does a bard get recognition, when does a bard get a statue?" I had said. Of course to me, my logic was unfailing.

"But a bard is a good path for a proper young lady…" Of course he would say that, he spent most of his life in other places, I'd have been surprised if he even thought of himself as a Nord!

"But I'm not a proper young lady, I don't want to sit pretty beside some snob and play lullabies…I want to do something that makes a difference." I had argued, my tone was hasty and the naivety in my words weren't lost on the wiser man.

"Ilfild, do you remember how you were sent to me after they passed? I promised I'd keep you safe. What you did in the Imperial City was bad enough, and how you got out of it was nothing more than extremely good luck. Why would you let that all go to waste? Things are getting strange now, and I don't want you getting caught up in it…" Again with the speeches. He had decided to use his triumph card…he knew that I would melt. And I did, I would look down at my feet like I had committed the worst crime.

"I'll try…" I had said in defeat...and then I had turned away from him, walking towards the window of our home and looking out of it to see my snowy town, "But when will I get to decide what's good for me?" And that was a question that would stay in the back of my mind for months to come. And to be honest, I think I was too young to really know. But what I did know was that destiny was calling me, and so be it I was going to heed that call, despite how many people tried to put some logic into my idealistic mind. It would take a long journey for me to figure out what it means to make a difference…this is my story…

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So this is chapter one of my story, I hope that you enjoyed it! Yes it is in first person, but that is because it is a prologue that's starting out as a narration. It will switch to third person in the next chapters, not including the 'journal entries' after certain important chapters which will keep the narration prose. Well anyways, tell me what you think!