So sorry for how long this took. Happy belated holidays! I'll really try to get the next one out sooner.

Also, I hated the last chapter. What the hell was I thinking? Oh yeah, let's let the teenage werewolf get smashed and go have a party!? Fuck that, I can't believe I did that. Plus it's so random and inconsistent. Ignore that that chapter actually happened and substitute it with what you wanted to happen. It'll be better than what I wrote. Gonna leave it up to remember my mistakes.

As a side note, I got a PS4. With Skyrim SE. I've been distracted.

~Line-Break~

Well, that sucks. Apparently it's bad for business if random homeless teenagers stay past their welcome. In other words, I got kicked out.

With nothing holding me back, and Aela not here to watch me, I could go experiment without her questioning me. I wouldn't be that bothered by it, but it would be mildly inconveniencing to explain where I learned magic. I'm not stupid, books like that don't just appear in bags randomly.

Someone was watching me. Had an interest in me.

That was dangerous, and so I needed to learn my limits.

My mind made up, I set out into the wilderness, hoping my scent would keep most big predators away. Werewolves are top predators, right?

~Line-Break~

"Okay, test one." I said to no one. Why was I talking out loud? Who cares.

"Flames," I spoke as I extended my arm out, palms facing upward, fingers slightly splayed. Instantly fire pooled into my hand, warm but not hot, flickering in between my fingers.

Alright, I'm holding fire. Fire that wasn't burning me, but was warm. I held it for a few minutes, concentrating on the feel of my magic pool. I didn't feel a drain from holding the fire. I slowly walked over to a small river, more of a stream. When I got to the edge, I looked deep into the water, before throwing my arm out, fingers spread. Instantly the candle in my hand became an inferno, a stream of fire that reminded me of the time I made a flamethrower out of a water gun, only ten times as hot. The moving water swallowed the flames, with clouds of steam rising up with the sound of boiling oil.

After I started to feel a drain on my reserves I stopped the spell. In the river before me, there was a massive hole where water wasn't flowing for a few seconds before the current swallowed it up. In only a few moments, the only sign I did anything at all was the dissipating steam cloud.

I looked at my hand, not burned at all, and with barely a thought I was holding fire again. "Well that's pretty damn awesome." I said to myself. "It's not Force Lightning, but I can take being a walking flamethrower. Only one last thing to test before I move on to the next one."

With that said, I grabbed a small branch, one end covered in thick moss, and held it in my left hand. My right hand, which I was holding the spell in, was extended away from me. Carefully, I placed the moss end of the stick into my burning hand, careful not to cast the spell. Despite the temperature I felt from the flame, the moss caught fire very quickly, and after only half a minute I held an improvised torch in my hand.

"So I can light fires without actually cast the spell, I just need contact. Can I cover my entire hand in fire, instead of just just my palms?" I asked myself. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of the spell. My magic seemed to be drawn to my hand, but wasn't being used. Slowly, with great care. I tried to spread where my magic went. From my palm, I started to cover my fingers, then the back of my hand, and finally past my wrist and a few inches onto my forearm. There was a very slight drain on my magic, nothing too great, but noticeable. I could hold whatever I was doing for a few minutes before I started to run low. Making sure I had a handle on the shape of my magic, I opened my eyes. A wide grin overtook my face at what I saw.

My entire hand, and a little bit of my arm, was covered in fire. I wasn't being burnt, and it reminded me of the flame cloak spell, only like a glove instead of a tornado. It was actively draining my magic, so I had a short amount of time to test this.

I quickly went over to a tree, keeping my mind on maintaining the shape of my magic, and when I got there I couldn't contain myself any longer. Using a portion of my strength, a little over full force had I been a normal human, I punched the tree. There was a dull thud as my fist impacted the trunk, but what drew my attention was the black scorch mark left over. Noticing that I was at half of my reserves, I quickly grabbed a fairly thick branch and started squeezing. I could feel the wood smoldering in my grip, and after only a few seconds I burned all the way through it. A wide smile overtook my face now, and I must have looked like an idiot.

My concentration broke, and with it the spell. Unfortunately, instead of just dying out, it shattered. With the sound of broken glass all the fire was suddenly digging into my skin while being dragged to my palm, where it poofed out of existent. It happened so fast that I was left staring dumbly at my severely burned hand. When the pain hit, I cast the healing spell, only to regret that. It was at least third-degree burns.

Slowly, I cast the spell with more care. My skin repaired itself, the burns fading away, and with it the pain.

I slowly flexed my hand, curling and uncurling my fist. My hand was pink with new skin, and suddenly I didn't want to test my fire fists for a while.

"I think I need a professional. Don't want to turn into a paste smeared across Tamriel. Yeah, let's do that."

~Line-Break~

Wow. I really wish this was some kind of movie. If it was I wouldn't have to do all of this walking!

"HOW IS THE WORLD THIS BIG AND EMPTY!?" I shouted into the MASSIVE mountains surrounding me. Cue echo. Really, I'd left camp this morning, and it was almost night time! The 'real' version was much, much bigger than the games interpretation.

I absently kicked a stone off the path as I walked.

Something fell on my nose. I lifted a hand to my face, confused at the wet feeling. I looked up and oh. I couldn't even see the sky it was so cloudy. How did it get that bad without my notice? Crap, I need shelter.

I looked around, there wasn't much. I was going to Markarth to get a carriage to Winterhold, and the entire region was mountainous and rocky. The last sign I saw was a while back and it didn't tell me how much farther the city was. I followed a bend in the path, looking around the area for shelter.

"Aahhhrrr!" Huh?

"Die die die!" What?

There was an explosion of thunder up ahead, along with the sound of screaming. Child screaming.

I bolted, moving as fast as I could, following the sounds. I vaulted a felled tree, moving slightly off the path. There was a cliff up ahead, maybe a dozen foot fall.

As I ran forwards I stretched my senses out. Time slowed down and all I could think was what the hell? as I suddenly heard and smelled and saw what was happening, without my eyes. There were six people in total; three men, two women, and a child. There were two corpses, reeking of burnt flesh and ozone.

As I got this information I reached the cliffs edge and did something monumentally stupid. So stupid, in fact, that I got flashbacks to the time I tried using a garbage bag as a parachute.

I jumped off the cliff. No, to say I jumped would be an understatement; I leapt off the cliff. Midair, I saw the full picture as time seemed to slow to a crawl.

A mother was covering a kid, maybe 7 or 8, with her whole body while a man stood between them and a group of three people dressed in animal skins, both his hands sparking with volatile blue lightning. Travelers. There were two men and a woman, with the female holding a hand glowing blue with frost. Forsworn.

Again, I must have Protagonist level luck, because my trajectory brought me to the most dangerous member of the fanatics. What happened next was a blur.

As I fell closer, I grabbed the back of the mages head with my hand, knocking her off balance, and smashed her head into the ground as hard as I could, using her body to absorbs the shock. I tried to ignore the wet feeling on my hand as her head all but exploded.

With the Forsworn distracted, the man let loose with his charged lightning, and I only now realized the woman must have been blocking him. One of them, wielding duel war axes, took the overpowered blast center mass and was launched back into the cliff side with the sound of shattering bones and a fat guy doing a belly flop. The other guy, in the midst of dropping his bow to draw his own axe, got a full force right cross from me. His head was thrown violently to the side, and I almost felt bad for the amount of whiplash he probably felt. I got over it, however, as I got behind him and put him into a headlock, using my super strength to the fullest.

You know those video games where you can stealth takedown people, usually by snapping their necks? That's not how bones work. Sure, you could break someone's neck if you really tried, but it's not the casual crunching and moving on like in movies and games. I could never do something like that; and isn't 'could' such a strange word?

With a sound akin to rolled up bubble wrap being stepped on the man I was choking out stopped struggling, giving one final, wet sounding cough before he died.

Shit, what happened to me? I was here for less than a month and I've already killed what, four people? Five? Is that the wolf instincts, or was I actually a sociopath? Questions for later, I decided, as I noticed the man hadn't put away the lightning.

By this point rain was falling, not yet at the storms peak but it wasn't drizzling either.

"Hey," I said as I held up my hands, palms facing me. "You guys okay?" I asked.

The man didn't put his hands down, but at least they weren't facing me anymore. Finally he answered. "Yeah," he said in a thick Nordic accent. "We would have died without your help. I'm in your debt." He finished that with a slight growl to his tone, one I only heard with my enhanced senses. Okay, so he doesn't like owing people? Weird. Crap, what if it's customs? I don't know even street etiquette!

"I just did what anyone would have done." Yeah right. Like anyone else would jump off a cliff and smash someone's head into the fucking ground. Judging by his expression, he must have shared my thoughts.

"You got shelter?" I asked, obviously changing the subject. "Rains all good, but I don't like standing around in it." Hopefully he won't mind me tagging along; I did save their lives after all. "Sure, there's a cabin not too far from here." The man responded. "We were visiting family. We're from Helgen, where'd you say you came from?"

"I didn't," wow, that came out way more dickish than I intended. "You mind if I stick with you? Safety in numbers?" Please don't question the fact our numbers only went up one. And the fact I'm barely an adult, even by this time periods standards.

The man shared looks with his wife, but nodded nonetheless. His wife, a nice looking woman who suited holding a broom more than the sword in her hands, gave said weapon to her husband, who strapped it to his waist. Smart, play up the magic, leave the weapon to the semi-defenseless.

"Ahh, sorry. I'm Morgan. Who are you guys?" I asked a few minutes later. I almost had to shout the storm had gotten so bad.

"How about we do this at shelter!" There man replied, looking around for landmarks. Oh, yeah, that would be better than introductions in a storm.

Where's my fast travel cutscene damnit!

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"... ah, there it is." What? Why did I have the near crippling urge to say that?

"I'm sorry, what was that?" An accented voice asked me. I looked over to the speaker, a nice homely looking woman with blond-brown hair. She was looking at me, expecting a response.

"Sorry, just thinking aloud. Thank you for the shelter." I paused, considering. "And the mead." I waved the orange bottle in my hand. My resiliency was enough for me to handle a single bottle, and it really did warm me up. Apparently Farkas gave me the strong stuff.

She gave me a kind smile. "Oh, it's nothing! Really, if it wasn't for you we would be worse off." Here she visibly withheld a grimace, clutching the child closer to her body.

"I agree." A deeper voice said, coming to my left on the opposite side of the table. "You have our, have my, thanks. My name is Rundi. This is my wife, Yisra, and our child, Borvir. You said your name was Morgan?"

"Yes." I said with a nod. "That's right. It's a nice house, thank you again for the hospitality. Haven't met too many good people since I've set out." I've only really met, I don't know, three people? Aela, Skjor, Farkus, those bandits, those Forsworn, and now this family. Not that many people, and about half of them wanted to kill me. Shit, that's bad.

"It's the least we could do. Now, I don't know about you but the storm and the fightings made me a bit tired. How about we finish this up in the morning?" Rundi said, ending with a slight yawn. Yisra looked haggard as well, like she was struggling to stay awake.

Oh yes, please! I'm terrible at talking to others and this will let me plan! "Sounds good. I get a mat?"

"There's a spare bed in that room over there."

"Thanks, I'll see you guys in the morning."

God, how is talking to people harder than killing them?

~Line-Break~

Sorry, really sorry at how long this took vs its length. I mean, if I'm gone it should be longer; right? Anyways, like I said at the top, I got Skyrim SE, I've been distracted. Never played the DLCs before, and being a vamp is pretty fun.

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