Well! Hello there, I guess this is the first story I've posted, although, I did once have another account under the name of StevieSNAP, But I forgot the password, and the email, so I had to make this one.

This story is going to be a FEM/FEM fic, in the end, although It might take a while to get there, I apologise for any grammatical errors, its ben a while since I wrote anything; also dyslexia. So Best be getting on with it then.

Disclaimer: If I owned skyrim do you really think I'd be writing this here?


I had been a slave my whole life, my father, killed before I was born, my mother died in childbirth, by all rights I should have died, but an imperial nursemaid, Arra, took pity on me, she raised me in secret, until I was old enough to be taught the trade, a Thalmor priest took a liking to me, decided he wanted me for himself. You'd think a man of the eight would have been more forgiving, but he wasn't, and the Thalmor, always get what they want.

For years I served him, never answering back, never disobeying an order, until Arra died, I asked to go to the burning of her body, when my master denied me this, I argued, she was the mother I never had, the only person in the whole of my life, who'd ever cared for me. He raised his hand to me, not for the first time, but it was the worst I'd received blinding my left eye, leaving me with a disfiguring scar down my face, then he sent me away, gave me to one of his gaurds, claiming he didn't want such a disgusting face dirtying up his bedsheets. The guard was, surprisingly merciful, he'd make sure I was fed daily, and wouldn't take advantage of me at night; although thats probably only because I was living with his family in Bruma and he had a young, beautiful wife for that. I was glad the priest disfigured me, it meant I didn't have to worry about that kind of thing any more.

When his wife finally got annoyed with having nothing to do, she asked him to send me away, so I was traded off for a horse, the owner, Balg, told me I was no longer a slave, but family, I liked it there, for the three winters I lived there, I was happy, Balg was my friend, but like everyone else, he died. He'd asked me to do one thing for him, take a letter to his family in Skyrim, his two sons who crossed the border in order to find adventure and join the stormcloak rebellion I was surprised to find them, just after crossing the border, it was difficult to convince the guards to let me see them, but the youngest, Jhaun, recognised me. We sat and talked whilst the rest of their camp sharpened their weapons and drunk mead.

The fight against the imperials was, gruesome. I had been making my way back to Bruma, Gulrick, Jhaun's older brother, had told me that it wasn't safe there, so without hesitation I got on the paint horse and started fleeing. I heard the screams first, the shouts, the war crys, somehow I'd run a complete circle, trying to avoid wolves, Gulrick and Jhauns bodies lay lifeless, their eyes still wide open, out of nowhere came an arrow, the horse reared up, throwing me off, I landed next to the bodys, hitting my head, as I crept into unconsciousness the last thing I saw was their faces. Their eyes staring straight into my soul.

"Arelia, pick up that axe, give it a few swings"

"I.. I've never.." The bosmer stuttered,

"Just, pick it up, you'll have to learn as you go." The light-haird nord sighed, looking to his rag-covered companion. "Take the clothes too, you're going to need some armour I doubt Gunjar will need it where he's going."

The young woman knelt by the body, in tears she slowly removed his clothing, replacing her own with the ill-fitting apparel.

"Well it doesn't look like it fits, but its better then those rags you were wearing"

"I.. I'm sorry, about your friend" The girl looked away, picking up the axe. It felt foreign in her hands, yet natural at the same time. The weight of it was unusual, the way the blade curved created an unbalance the top, but at the same time, seemed like it was no more than an extension of her arm.

"We better try to get a gate open, or we'll be trapped in here, you look around over there, see if there is a key anywhere, I'll look by the other end see if the other gate leads anywhere"

Arelia walked over to the metal gate, fiddling with the handle. "Ralof, Its.. locked"

The nord man grunted in frustration "This one too, wait, I think I hear something, hide"
The pair rushed either side of the gate, crouching out of view as they could hear imperials talking among themselves. As the gate opened, Ralof swung his axe, easily decapitating the unsuspecting officer as she walked past. The other imperial advanced on him, catching Ralof mid swing and knocking him to the ground, Arelia panicked, jumping on the impirials back as he advanced on Ralof, the unbalanced weight sent him to his knees, as he pulled on Arelia's arms, trying to get her off. Ralof clambered to his feet, grabbing his axe he watched, unable to find an opening past Arelia to kill the guard Arelia managed to tug her left arm free, reaching for the axe she had dropped to the ground as she jumped the imperial, as she lent for it the man fell backwards, trapping her under him, she wrapped her legs and lef arm around him, holding him in place as she brought her axe down on his groin, then his chest, slowly the man stopped screaming, as he passed out, soon to pass on.

Pushing the corpse off her Arelia scrambled away, still gripping the axe like it was her life line. "Are you okay, elf?" Ralof looked to her, kneeling down to her level, he took in the girl with his arms and held her. "The first one is always the hardest, but we haven't got much time. I'll search their bodies you try to get to grips with things. I'm sorry you had to do that."

Arelia looked up at the nord, wiping her eyes she stood, her white knuckles finally gaining some colour as she loosened the grip on her axe.

Still sniffling she followed Ralof through, killing only when she had no choice.

"Wait, hold up, a bear. Over there can you see it?" Ralof motioned to the bow the girl had over her shoulder, his had broken when he used to as a shield against an imperial sword, cleaved clean in two.

Arelia nodded, gripping her bow tightly, she drew and arrow, with her arm shaking as much as it was Ralof was surprised that the arrow even struck, hitting the bear in the side of its neck, but it wasn't a killing blow, as the bear got up, angered and startled by the sudden attack the pair hid, trying to avoid it.

"We need a plan, I'll attack from the rear, you can distract it, just try not to get killed Arelia, imagine the stories, survived a dragon, killed by a bear" With that Ralof checked where the bear was looking and snuck off around the back.

Taking a deep breath Arelia rounded the pillar of stone, clapping her hands together, getting the bears attention. She drew her new-found sword and ran towards it, stopping just short of its lunge. She steered clear of its attacks parrying each time it swiped, but she was running out of stamina, fast, just as she started panting Ralof got around, swinging his axe into the bears spine, killing it instantly.

"You were good back there girl. You're quite nimble, understandable seeing as you're a wood elf." Ralof chucked, drawing his dagger and kneeling by the bear.

"You're not really much of a talker are you? Here, let me show you something, you'll need to know how to skin an animal if you want to stay alive out here, it gets pretty cold"

Arelia blushed, she wasn't used to compliments, even Balg wasn't as free with his words, past the occasional, 'thankyou' or 'good job'. "T-Thankyou, Ralof"

Well? How was it, other than short?

I'll write more soon (I'm writing the next chapter at the moment) and each chapter will be done in a short time jump, a few days, maybe a week, no more than that.

I look forward to seeing any possible tips and hints in the reviews, and comments too.

Cheers!

-LadyClaw