I already now apologize for my lack of ability to update my other stories, it's just plot bunnies keep attacking me! Anyway I hope you enjoy my elder scrolls ff it will be a Human/Khajiit romance
Chapter 1 - Just a Stupid Game
"NO! For the last time, I don't care about you game!" the blond stormed out of her brother's room, irritated that all he ever talked about was that stupid game of his.
"It's not just a game! It's Skyrim, you idiot" he raced after her, highly insulted that his own little sister couldn't be any sweeter. He ran in front of her, blocking her path to her room "it's a great adventure in another world! Who doesn't love that!" he shouted, his sister simply crossed her arms over her chest looking very unamused.
"Well apparently me, and shouldn't you be out dating girls and getting laid!" she asked, knowing 'girls' were a touchy subject. He pointed warningly at her, daring her to continue. "Says the one who are 16 and never had a boyfriend" he countered but the young lady was fast with her tongue "says the one who are 21 and never had a girlfriend!" He looked stunned for a moment, and she used this particular moment to slip past him and close her door. "Idiot" she muttered, opening her math book and starting on her homework.
A knocking echoed in her small room "Milon, dinner is ready" it was her brother, he sounded sad. No, he sounded heart-broken. The blond girl instantly knew that she was to blame for this. She slowly got up and closed her English book. She opened her door, and saw her brother leaning against the wall waiting for her. "Mom and dad are out, so it's just you and me" he said before heading for the kitchen with the way shorter girl in tow.
He set the stew on the table and was about to sit down when two arms trapped him in an embrace. "I'm sorry Nate" his sister buried her face in between his shoulder blades. "You know I didn't mean it" her brother didn't say anything, he simply looked down at his feet "but your right, I'm no good for anyone" she could hear him sob. "That's not true! Listen, why don't we say that after we eaten you show me how to play this Skyrim huh?" she let go of him and smiled brightly up at him. Inwardly she groaned at her own proposal, she really didn't want too. But it was better than hurting her brother's feelings.
He immediately smiled at her, starting to blabber about the game. Sometimes even quoting something from it. Milon just laughed politely and nodded. This was going to be a long night.
"You're doing it wrong" he said somewhere behind her "shut up, I'm trying to concentrate" Milon growled at him. "Just saying" he sounded like he was about to burst out in laughter. Milon's eyes suddenly went wide "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD" she was clicking rapidly on the mouse trying to hit the mountain lion with her staff. "Milon you're a wizard, you might want to start using you magic" he said matter of factly. Again she started shouting at the lion, ignoring her brother's comment.
She slammed her fist into the table as her character fell to the ground, beaten by the mountain lion that simply walked away. "Now see what you made me do" she pointed at her brother, he looked amused and faked shocked "Me? How is this, my fault?" - "Because you started talking when I was trying to concentrate" she pointed out, her brother grinned at her. "And you don't think it has anything to do with that you, 1. Stray from the paths" he started counting his fingers and she tried to defend her actions "there could be robbers" "2. You walk right past people with quests" "I don't want to do their dirty work" "3. You don't upgrade your skills or stats" "can I even do that?" "Yes you can, and 4. You won't let me help you" "I don't need your help!" she hissed angrily.
Nate took himself to the head, trying not to laugh. Oh did he wish he had recorded that. He loved when he got her to play one of his games; it was always hilarious to watch. "And if you would start using your map, you would know that you are going the wrong way" he finally couldn't take it anymore and started to laugh. Milon turned bright red, if there was one thing she hated more than her brother's games, it was losing to her brother's games. It was like that one time he had gotten her to play Dead Space… she wasn't a scaredy cat, she loved horror movies. But that game gave her a serious scare and she still got chills just thinking about it.
Abruptly she stood up, glancing over at the clock "well it's late so I think I will go to bed" Nate stared at her like she had grown two heads "Milon, its only 7pm". "Well but I'm tired" she said not looking at him. He then started to snigger "your such a sore loser!" her cheeks turned redder and she hurried out of the room. "Jerk" she said and closed her door.
The blond girl looked up at the teacher and sighed. It was her last year of high school and she had no idea what to do afterwards. A piece of paper landed on her desk and she looked to her right. Anya, her best friend sat there smiling widely at her. Anya and Milon were as different as day and night and people often wondered how they ever got along. Milon's answer to this was always "By being honest with each other". And that was what they were. They weren't afraid of stepping on each other's toes, but said things as they were.
Anya was a bit taller than Milon and had short chocolate brown hair. Her eyes were deep brown and her face was heart-shaped. She was also used to get a lot of attention from the boys, mostly because of her large bosom and matching breasts. Where on the other hand Milon was a little dull looking. Don't think that Milon was ugly, she was very pretty. Beautiful to say it out loud, with her long honey blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her face was a bit rectangular but it just added to the charm.
But when she hung out with Anya as much as she did, she was bound to be overshadowed. Puberty had not been kind to her, only earning her a pear shaped body. She liked her hips quiet a lot, but was very annoyed with her flat chest.
She sighed deeply and opened the note, "are you coming to Thomas's party here on Friday?" as she read the words her heart stung painfully. "No, I'm not invited" she threw the letter back, looking up at the teacher again. That was another parallel between Anya and Milon. Anya was very social while Milon was more laid back. This also meant that where Anya was being invited to parties, Milon was often left out.
The letter arrived back at her desk "what are you doing this weekend?" Milon already knew that Anya was about to plan to spend the weekend and Friday night with her instead of being at the party. "A whole lot of things, I'm going to be very busy"
The first couple of times Anya had spent her time with Milon, Milon had been grateful. But now it felt wrong, like she was stopping Anya from attending.
"Oh with what? Reading? Studying? Milon I know you're not having anything to do"
"So what if I don't, you're attending that party pronto!"
"You can't make me; if I want to spend my time with my best friend then I'm doing that!"
"Anya, please just attend that party, I'm fine with it"
And with that, the letter discussion ended. Anya looked pissed but seemed to accept it. For now.
It was Friday night and the storm ravaged outside. Milon had always been frightened by storms, especially thunderstorms. And like she always did when a storm came around, had she secured herself in her brother's room, watching him play his games. There had always been something smoothing about the way he just carelessly played, like what was outside didn't scare him the slightest.
As long as she was here, under his blanket, everything would be alright. "Milon! Anya is here" that was all the warning she got from her mother, before a soaking wet Anya came into the room. Milon wiped her head up and watched the said teen greet her brother. "Hey Anya, what's up?" he greeted back. "Nothing much, just left Thomas party it was a complete drag so I thought I would crash here" she was nearly vibrating with joy. "I will join you in just a second just need to change" and with that she left the room. Milon sighed but couldn't help but smile, she knew that Anya had ditched the party to be with her.
It wasn't long till both Milon and Anya was hiding under the blanket peeking out to watch the game. Nate had explained the game to them saying that the ancient home of the Nords, Skyrim, teeters at the brink of destruction. With the death of High King, a civil war broke out, with brothers slaying brothers across the province's frozen tundras and rocky crags. Many, especially Nords, a race in the game, wish to secede from the Empire, which has been in decline since the Oblivion Crisis, whatever that is. Many loyalists, on the other hand, prefer the unity and security provided by the Empire.
The Elder Scrolls foretell the return of the Dragons, and the coming of a mortal born with the soul of a dragon, the "Dovahkiin" or "Dragonborn"—one who will have the power to permanently defeat his greatest foe and end the dark reign of the consumer of worlds: Alduin.
Your journey will be beset with peril. Just as remnants of the kingdom's shadow guardians, the Blades, will offer their aid, crafty agents of the Thalmor, seeking to advance their own cause, will impede your quest. Acquire knowledge and prove yourself Dragonborn, and the revered Greybeards will grant you an audience to learn of their ancient Draconic arts. And this way you will save the world blah blah blah…
Nothing special there. Anya on the other hand seemed very intriggered by the story and had somehow convinced her brother to let her play. To say that she did better than Milon was an understatement. She was like supreme at gaming and quickly solved the first couple of quest on her own. "This is so much fun! Hey Milon have you tried this" she asked not taking her eyes off the screen. Her brother sniggered again until Milon nudge him with her elbow. "Yeah I tried it, never doing that again" Anya laughed "sore loser!" she shouted.
"I am not a so-" a loud thunder crack cut her off, leaving her shaking under the cover. As she peeked her head out again, she noticed how everything had turned completely black. Her brother was cursing loudly and Anya was throwing a fit. Angry that her game had been cut off. But beside that Milon noticed how quiet everything was. Also the blanket had turned oddly rough, not the silky cover from before. "I think we lost power" Milon said, more just to say something than staying quiet "Oh really Sherlock!" both her brother and best friend hissed. A loud ringing filled her ears and she covered them to stop the noise, but it didn't help. "ArGH! My ears!" Anya yelled from somewhere in the distant. "Make it stop" she heard her brother whimper, but it also sounded like he was leaving. Milon painfully opened her eyes feeling her whole world spinning. Everything around her was white and both Nate and Anya was nowhere to be seen. "Wait, Nate? ANYA! Where are you!" she yelled, but the ringing made it sound muffled to her. She fell to her knees, her vision blurred and her ears ringing. It was above painful.