Author's Note: Summer is starting for me, and before I had school to worry about. Now, I am a reformed writer, and have nothing to slow me down. At times, there will be unexpected delays, but will be satisfyingly rewarded with a few chapters, instead of one. This is my first Skyrim fanfic, and I will try my best to capture the lore of the game. I hope you enjoy this story about a character I made, and this is exactly what happened to my character, subtracting the glitches and turning unrealistic things for Skyrim, into a more understandable point of view. R&R (Read and relax, I don't do that rate a review stuff)! P.S. This includes mods, and when he talks about his past, it is all made up from me.
In the lands of Skyrim, A Breton bard of High Rock, has traveled to Skyrim by ship, and is looking for a barding job in a tavern. In Solitude, the capitol of Skyrim, which port the outsider had arrived on, has not the need of a bard. He has heard that the bard from Whiterun was killed in a bar fight, and rumors say the bard was harassing one of the locals, who was a single mother with a daughter. This leaves a spot open for a job, but the Breton was ill-equipped. He has nothing but the clothes on his back, a rusty iron dagger in a worn leather scabbard hanging by his torn belt, and unlike other Bretons, he does not fool around with the complications of magic, a proud skill of the Bretons passed down generations since.
He did not have a sire or a mother to raise him, as they were killed when he was but an infant. They did not have strong magic coursing through their veins to pass down to their child, who was raised in an orphanage surrounded by Imperials, and a Khajiit. The Khajiit was the poor Breton's only friend. They found much alike in eachother. The fact that they were both not of the Imperial race and were constantly bantered and picked on, gave them a strong bond. But all that had ended when the Khajiit child had been murdered. The strange thing was, was I had seen who the disgraceful assassin was, and it was an Argonian. He came to Skyrim to practice the art of the bard, and to find out why this killer had assassinated the child.
With only the said equipment, he decided to go to Whiterun. But before then, he knew he would need training. He had also heard that there was a Bard's College in Solitude and he, knowing that there is usually only enough bards for the capitol cities of the holds in Skyrim, decided to go to this college and learn the trade of a Bard. When the Aldemer-Blood arrived at the front gates, he saw a mysterious Argonian. He looked rich, and seemed like someone the Breton had seen before.
Maybe... Just maybe... No!
The Breton exclaimed, snapping back into the reality, not the fantasy. It couldn't be.
When the outlander walked through the gates, he saw something he thought he would never see.
The Khajiit child's soul.