All Bretons are born with natural magical talent. Most Bretons pursue their magical abilities, some go into a fighting life, others become thieves, killers, whatever. If you're born a Breton you can basically do whatever you want. But sometimes, randomly, certain Bretons are born with extreme magical talents. If you're a Breton born under the sign of the Mage, then you are immediately classified as one.

I love magic, so I wasn't upset with my birth sign. However, I was upset when my parents decided to send me to an academy in the Summerset Isle. My parents, were nobles of Farrun, a city in High Rock. My parents were Barran and Eshelia, both Bretons. I had an older brother and sister, Ridgar and Niera, they were both warriors. My father was a warrior as well, and my mother was the diplomat. I was the only mage, and since my parents could afford it, they decided to send me of to the academy, I was to return as soon as I finished my training.

So I was sent off on a ship to the Summerset Isle. But a few hours after the ship sailed past Stros M'Kai, a terrible storm blew the ship Eastward, and we were near Rihad, a city in Hammerfell when the Pirates attacked. I ran into the captains cabin and found a spell book of waterwalking. I quickly scanned the pages, feeling the knowledge within me, and when I next looked at the book, it was destroyed. I ran up to deck and jumped off the sinking ship. casting the spell on me.

The fatigue and low magicka was starting to affect my health severely when I reached the shores of Anvil. I collapsed on the bank and slept for what must have been forever. When I reached Anvil I had no where to go, no where to be. No one wanted an... an orphan. I tried the Mages Guild,

"Hello, I'm associate Travern, who are you?" A young man asked me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I couldn't remember my own name... It must have had to do with the attack on my ship, or how worn out my brain was after waterwalking for hours.

"Can I join the guild?" I asked instead of answering.

"I'm sorry... But you have to be at least 18... Things in the guild are dangerous, especially because of the necromancy," Travern's eyes darkened. I bowed and left the guild, but not before Travern gave me some bread and told me to come back and I could train with him. I sighed with relief. At least I wouldn't go hungry.

I needed to make gold, then I could sail back to High Rock. But when you're an orphan and 5 years old, you have other orphans to compete with. There were only 2 others that I could remember. They were both boys and they didn't like me. Every time I made any kind of money they beat me and robbed me.

But there was a third boy who never hurt me, he was very gentle, and helped me clean off in the lake. He even gave me a nickname. He called me Sunshine. It might have been because one day when we were in the lake inside Anvil, the dirt washed off from my hair, revealing its natural golden color. Plus I always had a bubbly and optimistic personality which I'm sure added character to the nickname.

The boy who helped me called himself Martin I believe. He was only in Anvil for a short while, and I shouldn't even call him a boy. He was an adult practically, 17 years old when we met. But after he left, my sunshine was dampened.

Until one day, when they boys were harassing me I got angry. Using all of my magicka reserves, I conjured up a fireball, and threw it at them, falling to my knees in the process. It hit their feet and they cried in anguish.

An Argonian woman saw me and I thought she was going to chastise me, but instead she helped me up and told me to follow her. I did so without question, I had nothing to lose. And I honestly didn't want to return to High Rock. I was 7 years old by now, and I had given up hope of returning home. She led me into a grand house.

"Is this your house?" I squeaked.

"Yes, what is your name young girl?" She asked sweetly.

"I... I don't remember. I had a friend who called me Sunshine. But he's not here anymore," I said sadly. But I masked my true sadness, I wasn't going to cry in this Argonian woman's home.

"Well I think you deserve a name. Is that alright if I give you one?" She asked, handing me a chalice filled with water. The chalice alone could have filled my stomach for weeks.

"Yes! Of Course!" I sputtered. The clear water in the chalice was ambrosia compared to the water in the Anvil lake.

"How about Sola? It stands for 'Sun',"

"I like it," I said without question. The name felt right, I liked the name better than my High Rock name, and if I ever met Martin again he could still call me Sunshine... Stop it. Martin is dead. You know that. You know that there's no way he could have survived it, he was a Daedra worshipper. I scolded myself out of hope. "What's your name?"

"Storm-Of-Rivers," she seemed almost embarrassed, "but you can called me River or Storm, or my full name. Would you like to stay with me in my house? I'm a mage. I specialize in Destruction-shock magick- Conjuration and Illusion, and I can tell you're good at spell casting. I can teach you some things if you like..." She said cautiously, as if she was afraid I would refuse her offer.

"I get to live here? And learn about magic?" I asked excitedly. She nodded her head, and I allowed myself some hope for the first time. And I stayed with her for 13 years, and then I left. And 3 years after that, I woke up in prison. And the Emperor gave me a shard of The Amulet of Kings. And I was helpless as I watched him die. Good thing I burned his enemies though. And then I left jail, with a crimson shard in my pocket.