So, this is my first fanfic. My bestfriend said i needed a hobby aside from video games. So here i am, writing stories... about videogames. I'm still not that good and i need some more practice, hopefully my writing skills would develop writing some fics. So any comments, suggestions and corrections are welcome :) and please enjoy :D
i havent played Skyrim for a while so, i sorta made up some lines, but not to the point that's insignificant to the story.
this was originally a one shot fic, but turns out i gave in a lot of ideas so, at least it would be a three shot. or quadro-shot. lol
Strong and standing tall, with his long blonde locks slightly exposed in his hooded helm, dangles messily on the sides of his face. His steel plate armor lightly glimmered to the fire, despite the dusts and scratches showing years of experience that housed the once pristine steel. I remember he used to carry a dwarven battle axe, that he once told me he found on an old Dwemer ruin. He fought two Dwarven spheres and a Centourion just to get that hunk of a metal. He seemed proud of himself wielding such a prize. His Nord features are strong, dabbed with blue face paint on the left side and light unshaven hair almost covered his entire jaw. I never thought in all my years would I be face to face with the Dragonborn. I heard stories and legends of the great dragon slayer that where once tales for young nord children, and that day as I stood at the halls of Dragonbridge I couldn't believe I would meet such legend.
"Honor to you my Thane." I gestured a slight bow in respect to the person that I swore to protect with all my life. "The Jarl has appointed me to be your houscarl..."
"Ah! You must be Lydia" he said. " Hah it's nice to finally meet you! " I was surprised by the way he greeted me with such joy and delight. I would've expected differently from a strong Nord man, not to mention a member of the Companions, a hero of the civil war that lead the Stormcloaks to victory, and the soon to be savior of Skyrim from the world eater. I wouldn't consider him to be professional when it comes to formality, but something about his outgoing, sometimes naïve but righteous personality always gets everybody.
"Um...yes it's nice to meet you too." He held out a grin, like a child having sweet taffy from his mother.
"I hope you have strong legs, we have to go to Iverstead and climb the 7000 steps and meet with the Graybeards. It appears that they'r thrilled to meet the Dragonborn which i'll have to admit, is making me kinda nervous, and excited. "
"I will follow you wherever you may wish to go, my Thane."
He held a soft chuckle "Hah, you know you don't have to be all too formal. I may be a thane but i'm not that boring. And besides, were shield siblings from now on, sworn to protect and help those who are in need while enjoying a bottle of Honningbrew mead." He patted me at the back and held out another of his gregarious smile as he walked out of the huge gates. I couldn't help but smile behind him as we walked down the stairs of Dragonbridge.
As the Thane in 7 different holds, he would do anything in his power to help ALL people in Skyrim. Arrogant as he may be, I never once saw him turned his back on a person in need, may it be a pesky old beggar or a mighty jarl, he would be willing to delve into a fort guarded by bandits, a bear infested cave, or even transport to another dimension and talk a daedric lord out to return to his longing servant, just to put a smile on that person's face. He is no mere adventurer, nor a greedy mercenary, a fool maybe but a fool with a righteous heart. There are times where he just cannot save everybody, no matter how hard he tried. While we were travelling to Shor's Stone, we observed some sort of rabble from a distance. As soon as we heard screams he ran towards the small town but was too late as the vampires drained the life out of those poor people. Enraged he held out his Dwarven battle axe and cut the creature in to two. There were 3 of them, plus 2 thralls and a demon dog. I aided him but before I could slice one of the thralls he landed his axe behind the poor sap. Breathing heavily, he went into the bodies of the once occupants of the town, dropping his knees to the ground. I heard him whisper a prayer and put his Amulet of Arkay in the pocket of a small body. A little girl, eyes opened with fear, drained the life out of her. I held his shoulder as he held a palm over the young girl's eyes.
"we should have gotten here sooner…" he said, sadness filled his voice.
"we didn't know..." i replied, trying my best to be good at empathy as I can.
"I swear I will make this right. I will avenge their cruel, meaningless deaths."
Those were one of the rarest times I ever saw him so serious and cold. And usually he does that when he's on a personal debate on which color of undergarments will he wear.
"hey, where are you going?" I said as he stood up and walked off.
"we don't have time to sit around. We're going to Fort Dawnguard. Now."
It was nothing that I've ever seen. A huge tower hovering the hills was what I saw from the view in Riften, but as we got inside the small cave, it was like staring at a giant's castle. It was a spectacular sight, Fort Dawnguard. Men and women fully armored guarding it's main towers. Everyone was busy, doing their own business.
"You look like you've killed a lot of vampires.." the young lad tried to reopen the once ignored conversation. The boy asked if he wanted to walked with us, was too afraid to go by himself and talk to this Isran fellow.
"I just did yesterday." The Dragonborn replied to the now impressed lad.
"Whoa, really? Did you got them good?" The same sorrow and determination at Shor's Stone occupied the older Nord's face.
"Not good enough. But I swear to the gods and my ancestors that I'll wipe those bastards clean off the face of the Nirn. I'll burn them in a pile with their corrupt blood in my hands to cleanse this world from evil and fear, even if I die trying" Now the once talkative boy was silenced throughout the walk. As we approached the enormous doors slowly swung open revealing the far-reaching interiors. Two men were conversing in the middle while we idly wait. The Redguard gestured the Dragonborn to come. "And you, what is your business here?"
"I'm here to help you take care of these vampires." The Redguard, Isran, eyed the Dragonborn from head to toe, impressed by his standing.
"Very well, Tolan, tell him about this…Dimhollow crypt."
"Yes we believe that the vampires are keeping something valuable in there, and it is wise if we should get a hold of it first before they do."
"And what is this artifact that they are holding in" the dragonborn asked
"We don't know, but whatever it is, it will be of great advantage to them. We must prevent them from acquiring it."
"Fair enough."
"Good. Then I'll meet you there."
We went inside the cave entrance. After clearing out the blood sucking creatures we saw the now dead vigilant Tolan drained of blood. The Dragonborn tightened his grip on his axe as he looked down at the body. "Bastards…" I held his arm to ease of his steam.
"Hey, let's go." he looked into my eyes, as if my touch has calmed down this ranging bear. He held out a soft smile and we moved on.
End of chapter 1. :)
