AN: If you've read my other story, you'll probably notice the similarities between the protagonist in this story with the other. I always play with a Breton, that uses magic. It's just how I am.

My eyes popped open bright and early. Have you ever been unable to sleep well, because of anticipation for the next day? Well, I had that problem last night, so I finally just decided to get up. I saw my armor in the corner, and decided to try it on. After lacing it up, I walked out of my room and went into the center of town. There was a large tree standing in the middle, that looked dead. I wondered why it still stood; usually we cut down any dead trees near the farm for firewood. There was a chapel behind the tree, so I decided to go inside.

It was very early, and no one was wandering around in the sanctuary. I prayed at the altar for fifteen minutes asking for help with joining the Companions, before deciding to leave. I vowed to never lose my faith, regardless of what my new adventure could throw at me. When I stepped out of the temple, I noticed that people had begun to stir. There were children running in between houses, men and women alike setting up shop in the market district, and an impressively-loud priest of Talos.

The Companions' hall, Jorvaskr, sat proudly on top of a hill, overlooking the residential area of Whiterun. It's now or never I thought as I began walking towards the large building. Upon closer inspection, the hall looked like a ship. Ignoring the odd architecture, I went inside.

There was no one in the main hall except for an elderly woman. I guess it was kind of early. I approached the elderly woman, and asked who I needed to speak with about joining the Companions.

In a frail voice she replied, "My name is Tilma, but I'm afraid that I'm just the maid. You'll want to speak with Kodlak Whitemane; he is the Harbinger of the Companions."

"Thank you. Can you tell me where he would be?" I asked in a polite voice. On the outside, I had a calm mask in place. On the inside, I was a nervous wreck.

"Oh yes, silly me. He is down the stairs in the living quarters. Just walk all the way down the hall, and he will probably be sitting in the room at the end." she replied kindly.

"Thank you, Tilma." I said as I headed towards the stairs.

Upon entering the living quarters, I saw a room with sleeping people who I assumed to be new recruits. I began my trek down the hallway. As I reached the end of the hallway, I heard two men speaking.

I figured it was rude to eavesdrop, so I knocked on the door. The conversation inside immediately stopped, and I heard one of the men tell me to enter.

The first man I looked at was an older man, in very thick and bulky armor that looked to be made of steel. He had gray hair and a matching beard. I assumed this was Kodlak Whitemane, because the other man looked to be only a few years older than myself. He had black hair, and was wearing the same armor as the other man. His eyes were his most notable feature; a cold steel color filled his irises.

With a kind voice the older man said, "What is it you seek from us?"

In the strongest voice I could muster, I replied "I want to join the Companions."

At this, the younger man erupted into loud laughter. I sent a glare that could melt steel at him, which just caused his laughter to grow.

"Silence Vilkas!" the older man said. The man, Vilkas, immediately quieted, but wore a scowl on his face.

"What made you want to join us?" the man asked questioningly.

"I've always heard the tales, ever since I was a little girl. I've always dreamt of it." I replied honestly.

"I sense you have a strong will and heart. I ask that you show us your worth. Vilkas, take... What is your name?" he asked.

I simply replied "Isabelle."

"Vilkas take Isabelle here, out back and test her meddle. If she passes your expectations, she will be one of us." the man said authoritatively.

"You aren't serious? Look at how small she is, she probably can't even handle a weapon!" Vilkas said, affronted.

I immediately blushed scarlet. Either out of anger, or the fact that he pegged me perfectly.

"Vilkas, do as I say. You can never judge a book by its cover. Now go." Kodlak said again.

"Yes Kodlak." he said with a disgruntled sigh. Vilkas rose and began to walk at a quick pace towards the stairs that I descended just a few moments ago.

Vilkas led me out behind Jorvaskr to a training area, and told me to hurry up. I'm going to wipe that smug smirk off your face! I thought with my own smirk.

I immediately conjured a sword, and slashed at him. My inexperienced attack just sent him stumbling backwards with a yell, before he righted himself. At least l got to use my magic somehow, I thought while holding the ghostly purple sword.

"You asked for it!" he said with a growl.

With that he pulled out his own claymore, and charged me. I barely got my sword up in time, before his came down on it. I stumbled backwards, and caught myself. He was already coming back for another strike, before I even got off of the ground. I rolled right before his sword hit where I laid moments ago.

While he was busy pulling his sword out of the ground, I jumped up and hit him in the back with my sword. Since he was wearing armor, I wasn't too worried about hurting him. The hit surprised him more than anything, which caused him to lose his balance. He fell over, and the shock of my sword hitting his back made me fall on top of him. He stared at me dumbfounded for a few moments, before I looked away and rolled off of him and stuck a hand out to help him up.

I heard laughter. Vilkas and I both looked under the veranda and saw Aela and Farkas laughing.

"I knew I was on to something when I saw you kill that giant!" she exclaimed while coming towards us.

I smugly smiled when I saw Vilkas' shocked expression.

Teasingly, Aela said "Vilkas, you looked real comfortable a few seconds ago." she said talking about our pileup.

Both of us immediately turned red.

"As if!" I said immediately while Vilkas just made angry noises of disbelief.

Aela just smiled, and went on. "I guess you're with us now, right?"

Until she said that, I didn't really realize that I had defeated Vilkas. A shocked look appeared on my face.

"I am, aren't I?" I said stupidly.

Vilkas, recovered from his loss, handed me his sword. I looked at him questioningly and he told me to go have it sharpened by Eorlound Graymane up at the Skyforge. He told me since I was whelp now, I would be doing small errands until I gained more experience.

I was beginning to dislike the dark haired man. With a turn on my heels, I marched up the stairs to the Skyforge. Who did he think he was, ordering me around like a servant? I thought, angered.

When I reached the top, I met a tall man who told me that his name was Eorlund, and was revered as the best blacksmith in all of Skyrim. I think I remember my father mentioning him before I left home I thought. The man told me to not let the others give me too much of a hard time. He sharpened the sword, which I returned promptly. Farkas, the big man that was with Aela when I killed the giant, led me to Vilkas' bedroom.

I unceremoniously dumped the sword on his bed, and walked back to the Bannered Mare. I had been offered a bed in Jorvaskr, so I came to collect my things. After paying the innkeeper for the two nights, I collected my things and went back to Jorvaskr. As soon as I found an empty bed, I collapsed into it and immediately fell asleep.

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