A/n And it is BACK! Sorry for those of you who have been waiting, or those who are waiting for one of my other stories. But I have some info. I found one of my old hard drives! And on those hard-drives are a bunch of old sotries I was writing on. Including this one! So without further ado. Here we go. Here it is...BACK-STORY TIME! Most Skyrim stories don't have back-story. But mine does :D! Enjoy the tale! ~Haven
Though this may seem like my story is coming to a close, it is just starting. But before I tell you about my tale I must tell you of my past. I am a Bretonian named Damion Karigrand living in a tiny hamlet in Cyrodil. I was a strange person amongst my small village. I had some skills with small blades and bows. But I also had some sort of 6'Th sense, which informed me of magic or danger nearby. Because of this ability and the superstition surrounding magic that was in the hearts of the villagers; I lived in the outskirts of the village I called home. I had a very sparse living out in the woods. I hunted deer and other wildlife to sell their furs to buy me food and other supplies for my home. I always had some wish for a greater destiny, a great cause to battle for, Or against. Little did I know of my destiny to come. Eventually some rumors surfaced about me serving a demon, (Which was not true! I was HUNTING the damn thing because it was my latest side-job!) and a small mob of villagers came to oust me out of the village with torches and pitch-forks. I wandered the land as a mercenary for some time, Taking odd jobs as I could find them. But when I heard of trouble brewing in the faraway land known as 'Skyrim'. I figured I may as well go there to see if I could find some work. Ended up running into an ambush after travelling with the Stormcloaks without knowing who they were. And that is how I end up here…In deep deep trouble….
A/n Hope you enjoyed the little bit of backstory! More to come! ~Haven