-Chorrol, Cyrodiil sixteen years ago

"Rohan! Wake up dear!" called Maesia, "You're going to be late for school!" She goes over to a small bed where blankets ruffle; "I'm not going I'm sick!" grumbled a voice. Maesia pulls the cover off and sees the scrawny nord boy with his unruly brown hair and his bright blue eyes.

"Really now? Then what is it that you are feeling?" Maesia then feels his forehead, "Ooooh! Could be brain rot! Or Rock joint!"

"I think it might be it mother." said Rohan in a fake sorrow tone.

"Well I should get the medicos here right away! Or you know what? Some fresh leeches and chicken blood soup can cure that right up."

"Okay! Okay! I'll get ready for school." Rohan slumps out of bed. He gets dress and munches down some bread. Maesia hands him his school journal and gives him a kiss on the cheek as he head out the door. Rohan's father Raxle had already left to work at his forge and his mother would stay behind and tend to the house. He scurries up a small alley and takes quick stroll down the stoned streets of Chorrol. Rohan hated school, and it wasn't because of the school work but it was because of the other children. He was afraid of them, all of the kids would pick on him, especially Borko an orc child and the school bully would make Rohan his personal victim.

The town's children all head inside the school house and Rohan was the last to go in. He took his seat in the last row in the corner, away from the other kids. The teacher was a high elf who was teaching the children of the early Ayelids emperors. Ever since the signing of the White Gold Concordant, the Thalmor made it mandatory that each child in Cyrodiil must learn more of the Altmer emperors than any of the Septims. It was okay to state a few but none was to ever bear too much of the subject of Tiber Septim. The class room was mostly filled with imperial children, there were a few nords, some dunmer, bosmer and brenton and there were three orcs, Borko being one of them. After an hour of a lesson, the teacher let the children out for recess, "Alright children, thirty minutes of play time and we will come back on the history of the Summerset Isles."

The kids hurried out into the play yard, Rohan stayed behind not wanting to leave. " , outside, now!" commanded the teacher. Rohan slowly walk from his seat and outside, where all the kids saw and snickered at him. He tried to make it to a corner to sit but Borko comes from behind and pushes him to the ground. "Hey Rohan why are your parents imperials and you are nothing but pale faced nord!?" said Borko, the children laugh. Rohan was on the ground, dirt was on his face and he had a small cut on his lip.

"Come on Rohan! I'm asking you a question!"

"Because I'm adopted." Rohan sounded low, not wanting anybody to hear him.

"Cause you're what? I'm sorry I can't hear you."

"I'm adopted!" said Rohan clearer, tears were beginning to form.

The kids laugh even louder, "He's probably adopted cause his parents didn't want him!" says an imperial girl.

"Of course his parents didn't want him, look at him!" said one of the nord boys, "He is skinnier than a twig. No nord parents would want a scrawny wimp. Look at me." the nord boy flexes his arms, "I'm already growing muscle, soon I'm gonna be big and buff like my dad."

Rohan attempts to get back on his feet but Borko pushes him back down. Laughter rises once more. "Aw whats wrong? You gonna cry?" teased the husky orc boy.

"…No" whimpered Rohan, turning his face to the ground hiding his tears.

"How can he call himself a nord? He's weak!" says another nord child.

Rohan didn't want to fight cause he knew he would lose. Rohan gets back up but Borko kicks him down. The kids laughs continue as Rohan attempts to get back on his feet but Borko would just push him right back down. Now Rohan was angry, he gets up and in a fury he gives a sharp hook right into Borko's lip. The kids went silent and Borko's lip was bleeding. "Now you're dead…

"Children back inside! I'm cutting recess early; we've got more lessons to cover."

The kids groan and walk back inside the school house. Rohan was relieved that there were no fist thrown by Borko, for the moment. Borko grabs Rohan close by the shirt, "After school!" he growled, "Your face would meet my fists!" He throws him to the ground once more and goes inside. As the school day went on Rohan sat nervously in his seat, counting the minutes until his doom and thinking up a plan to escape.

The teacher finally said the words Rohan dreaded to here, "Okay that's it for the day children see you tomorrow." The kids get up and cheer, hurrying outside for the brawl or for Rohan his execution. All the children huddled outside in the back alley so no town guards could see. Rohan tried to make to his home but two of the orc boys grab him and drag him off to where Borko and the children were. "Oh come on guys I didn't mean it!" pleaded Rohan, "Just leave me alone please!" His cries didn't save him, he was brought before Borko and before he could blink Borko was already on top of him, pummeling Rohan with his massive fist.

"OW!...PLEASE….NO! ….STOP!" cried Rohan, Borko kept slamming his fist down into Rohan's face and body.

"Haha! Beat the wimp!" cheer the children.

"Bop that wuss!"

"What a loser!"

Borko finally finish beating him. Rohan was on the ground curled up covered in bruises, his nose was bleeding and he had a black eye. He cried so loud that it made the kids cackle causing him to cry louder. A sly idea come to Borko's mind and he un buttons the front part of his pants, "Here you go wimp!" Borko then urinates on Rohan extending his humiliation and having points and laughter all around. The children then leaves, leaving Rohan on the ground, bruised and covered in piss.

The now pissed covered nord boy finally gets up and runs off to his father's forge. Raxle was standing over the smith sharpening a sword when he sees his battered son. "What in Arkay's name happen to you boy?!" He stops what he was doing and goes to tend to Rohan. "What…what is that rank smell have pissed yourself?!"

"A little but the rest is from Borko." mumbled Rohan.

Raxle just smiles and shakes his head at his son, "Borko did this huh?"

"Yes! Can you go over and beat him up for me? I was seeing if you can make me an axe so I can cut his ugly head off!"

Raxle giggles and shakes his head again, "No my boy. Son listen you're going to learn that being man you have to know how to take a punch."

"Yeah but you also got to know how to throw one too!" snapped Rohan.

"Correct but how many times do I have to tell you?"

"I know, A man can throw as many punches as he wants but it all matters what's in his heart for it will make him a dragon among men."

"Are you a dragon?"

"No! I'm just a scrawny wuss! Whose got no real parents!"

"No real parents! Since when do you have no real parents? You call me dad don't you? You call your mother mom don't you?"

"Yes but…

"But what?" Raxle sounded a bit mad.

"But you and mom are imperials and I'm a nord! You said it yourself, mother found me not birthed me."

"So she's not your real parent? The woman who feeds you, tends to you when you are sick, the woman who basically cares for you all the time isn't your mom."

"Well yeah she is but…

"Am I not your dad, don't I always make sure there is food for you to eat and clothes for you to wear and toys for you to play."

"You are my dad….

"Then why did you say we aren't your real parents?"

"That's what everyone at school say."

"Ah so you go on what everyone else say and not your own. Rohan if you continue to trail off on what people think of you and never act for yourself you're not going to get far in life."

"Then what am I suppose to do, how can I act for myself?"

Raxle puts his finger over Rohan's chest, over his heart, "You gotta follow that. That's the only thing you should act for."

A smile grows over Rohan's dirtied face as his father's words warm him. "Come on." said Raxle, "Let's get your mother to clean you up, she's gonna lose her lid when she sees you in this state."

"Yeah, I'm gonna laugh too."

The father and the son giggle as the day winds down.

- two years later.

"Good, good, keep your arm loose when you draw back." said Laccan, a former Ali'kr. Rohan was at the fighter's guild practicing the sword with a wooden practice sword, he was striking a dummy and Laccan was watching his every move. "No, no" Laccan grab Rohan's arm and motions it, "Strike more fluid, let your body move with the sword. Your enemy needs to be cut off guard when you make the offense. Now, try again." Rohan hits the dummy over and over, repeating the steps. "Let's see how you are in both offense and defense." said Laccan, he gets a practice sword and duels with Rohan. Laccan hits low and Rohan blocks, but then quickly counters high, Rohan blocks the attack nimbly but it still caught him off. "Move your feet as you parry." said Laccan.

"I…am!" said Rohan blocking an attack to his chest.

"You're too stiff! I could've cut your legs clean off!"

Rohan then tries to attack, but Laccan blocks each attack easily. Laccan finishes with a big swing knocking the sword out of Rohan's hands and then pointing it to the ten year olds face. "That is all for today, practice on your movements."

Rohan huffs out his frustration. He wanted to learn more but Laccan was a man of short time. He gets his practice sword and goes off home.

He goes inside to see his father sitting at the table where a medicos was standing over him feeling his chest. "Cough again ." Raxle lets out a faint cough.

"Hmmm, very short on breath , not good you'll need to stay away from the forge for a while."

"I'm fine." grumbled Raxle, "Just some coal in the chest that's all."

"He'll need to take two of these drops Mrs. Satilus, once a day." He hands Maesia a tiny vial of a purple mixture and Maesia gives him some septims."Thank you so much sir, and he will."

The brenton medicos bows his head and walks to the door, patting Rohan on the head as he leaves.

"Dad, whats wrong." timidly says Rohan.

"Oh nothing my boy, I'm just having a little cold."

"Your father is fine dear, go and wash up for supper." said Maesia.

Rohan puts his sword on the table and goes to the back to wash himself up. He returns to find his father examining his practice sword. "What did Laccan teach you today?"

"Just the same old stuff, I want to really show him that I can be a great swordsmen and use a real sword."

"In time son you will, and when you do I'll make you a sword."

-Four years later

Rohan was now fourteen. He was tall and had grown some muscle not to mention his thick hair started to grow to his shoulders and some town girls were starting to notice. Rohan was dueling with Laccan again but this time he was faster and more accurate with his attacks. "Good! Keep your grip tight!" Laccan blocks a swift move to his head and then another to his stomach. Rohan was getting better and better. Laccan strikes to Rohan's legs, Rohan blocks and counters with a hard hit to Laccan's chest. Laccan parries and then spins with his sword making Rohan to lean back and block. Rohan then blocks every attack Laccan made, he sees another practice sword against a wall and quickly grabs, now blocking with one and attacking with the other. "A multi-tasker aren't we?"

"It's good to have an offense and a defense at the same time." said Rohan.

"Smart! But not smart enough!" Laccan does a fast double attack, disarming both swords from Rohan and once again pointing his sword right into Rohan's face. "You've gotten better and soon there won't be that much for me to teach you."

"You still beat me, surely there is more for me to learn."

Laccan does a hardy chuckle, "Careful Rohan, take your time, there's no need to fill your head in with so much. And besides…" Laccan stretches his back and pops a knot, "These old bones can only do so much in one day. Come back tomorrow, same time." Rohan leaves and heads out back to his home where his mother was tending to his gravely ill father. Over the few years Raxle had came up with a terrible disease, nothing couldn't help him and he was deemed un-curable. He was bed ridding for the last of his days and his days were surely numbered. But both Raxle and Maesia did not want Rohan to be under the since of worry, they wanted him to continue to go to school, train with Laccan and do normal things a teenage boy would do in Cyrodiil.

Rohan comes inside the warm house, his father was in his room upstairs in bed as always. It had been a year and a half since we walked, his body was weak and it was hard for him to move. Rohan goes to his parent's bedroom where Maesia was sitting next to the bed where Raxle laid. Raxle was frail, he was so skinny that his wrinkles were weighing him down. His hair was completely gray and he was already blind in his right eye and now soon his left. "Rohan…come in boy." he said in his low weak voice. Rohan steps in slowly kneeling down next to his mother.

"How are you feeling?"

Raxle stretches his deep wrinkles on his face to a smile. "Maesia have you heard our boy lately? Notice how deep his voice has gotten?"

"Why yes I do." Maesia puts her hand on Rohan's shoulder, "He's almost sounding like a grown man."

"He already does. So deep and masculine, why that's a voice that can silence a room."

Rohan loathed on how his father would flatter him lately. His parents were always trying to keep it positive but every time he would see such a state on his father he would know that weren't feeling positive on the inside. "Dad, has the medicos had any luck today?"

"Oh yes well, he couldn't really do much but he said he would get a healer from the temple of Kynareth to come down and take a look. I've been feeling quite jubilant."

"Your father has been doing fine son, let's not talk about that so much, tell us how your day was." said Maesia

"Yes tell us Rohan, did Laccan teach you any new sword tricks?"

"He said I was getting better and soon there won't be much for him to teach me."

"That's good!" piped Raxle, "And as promise, once I get better I'll make you that sword you want."

"I'm so glad you've got something for yourself Rohan!" beamed Maesia

"STOP!" barked Rohan.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped and the moods swirl down.

"You're dying father!" said Rohan, tears forming, "Just say it! I'm not dumb! YOU'RE DYING! Stop trying to make it look like there is a future cause there isn't!"

Raxle's face was calm with no emotion. He just sighed and look at his son. "Yes" he said finally low and brooding, "I am dying, I knew it since the day those coughs started coming those years back. But you know something, I don't even let death control my life. I want to see how my son is doing as I see him grow into a man, I don't want trouble him with my decaying life. I want him to live his as it starts to progress."

Rohan just stared back at Raxle, letting the tears fall down his smooth cheeks.

"Maesia" said Raxle, now surprisingly loud and commanding, "Dear wife please leave us, I wish to have a word with our son."

"Yes dear." Maesia gets up and kisses Raxle on the forehead, leaving the two behind as she leaves the room.

A silence draws in, Raxle just looks at Rohan as Rohan stares back. "I have to confess something." said Raxle, "When we first found you, I was once showed doubt. A baby found in the ruins of a fire, that was something I could not repose. But when you first looked at me you smiled. That smile never left my mind, tell this day I remember that smile that baby gave me. The Gods gave you to me, we never found you, you found us The only thing my father told me was this, 'You eat sleep then die, that's life.' But there was more to it, I spent my young years in the legion and then the rest of my older years with you and your mother. Until this day I finally realize what my life was about, and that it was about you. You were and have always been my life. And when leave this world and into Atherius I want you to live your life, don't just trail in it. Do right in this world! Do just in this world! Be in this world and never take it for granted! NEVER!"

Rohan then cries more tears, "I love you dad."

"I love you too. Now…I'm tired…. let me rest."

Those were the final words that Raxle said. He quickly fell asleep and never woke up.

-Two years later

Rohan ducks down as Borko swings a hard right hook. He then comes up with a huge uppercut to the bulky orc's jaw, knocking him down. "Come on Borko, you going soft?" said Rohan his fist ready. They were in a basement of an abandoned building having an underground brawling match. People stood around the dusty ring as two shirtless contenders have at it. Borko staggers up and charges at Rohan but Rohan dodges out of the way for Borko to stumble on his feet again and into the ground. "On ya feet! Ya clumsy oaf!" sneered Rohan pulling Borko up by the his pony tail. He then gives him a hard punch in the face and then another. The people were cheering, some cursing cause they had money put on the orc. Borko was now furious, "Fuck this!" he then waves his hand for his friends to come in. Two orcs, a imperial and a redgaurd comes in. "Five against one!? That's unfair Borko." said Rohan with a playful smile.

"Who said I was fair!?" Borko and his gang go after Rohan. Rohan dodges a punch from the imperial and brings his knee into the man's stomach. He then dodges three quick jabs from the redguard and counter with two hard hooks. He pushes one of the orcs who was near him and then mid kicks another coming behind. Borko comes stomping in grabbing Rohan and putting him into a tight hug, crushing his arms. Rohan squirms trying to release himself but couldn't, he then gives Borko a hard head butt causing Borko to release him. Borko stumbles back holding his face. Rohan gives him a hard kick in the stomach and then a hard punch in the jaw, breaking it. Borko collapses down, finally knocked out cold. "WINNER! SATILUS!" said the orator.

The crowd cheers as Rohan brings his arms out wide revealing with praise. The orator gives him the prize money of 500 septims and some congratulations. "You gotta a pair of hands on you." says a sultry voice of a pretty brenton woman. She had long golden hair and light blue eyes with full pink lips.

"Why thank you madam." said Rohan, charmingly

"What's your name handsome?"

"Satilus, Rohan Satilus."

"You from those traveling smiths in Bruma?"

"Nope, I'm from here. Born in Skyrim, raised in Chorrol. What about darling you got a name?"

"Yes, it's Myra, Myra Santoir. I'm from the imperial city. My father is a senator."

"Oh, you must come from a wad of money."

"Yes, my father is good friends with the Count."

"So you like to go to underground fights for fun or is this just new to you?"

"I like to see the local rabble, let's just leave it at that."

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen, you?"

"Same. Hey you wanna go for walk in the town?"

Myra gives Rohan a dazzling smile, "Sure, lead the way." The two teens walk around Chorrol, talking and taking a look at whatever is going on. They ate some candies from the store and gazed at the statue at the front gate. The day was winding down and it was time for Myra to return to her family. "It's getting dark, my father would be wondering where I am." said Myra.

"You can't stay out longer?" asked Rohan.

"No, sorry. My father is going to dine with the Count and I know he would be wanting me present."

"Well can I walk you?"

"Please."

Rohan walks Myra to Castle Chorrol where guards were already awaiting for her. "Lady Santoir, your father has been waiting for you." says one of the guards.

"Thank you." said Myra.

"Move along boy!" Snaps guard, pushing Rohan away. Myra stops the man; she snatches his hand of Rohan's shoulder and stares at the guard coldly. "Do not touch him! He is my friend."

"Really?" said Rohan.

"Yes" Myra smiles at him.

"Thanks, well I should be going. Goodbye."

"Wait!" said Myra, "Will I'll see you again?"

Rohan grins at her, "Of course you will."

-10 years later, Bruma Jail

Rohan laid on the old rickety cot staring at the cold damp ceiling. Prisoners all around the jail were howling and causing a ruckus. There in Rohan's hand was a small blue blanket with his name stitched into it. It was the blanket his adoptive parents found him in, it was the only piece he had from his birth parents. Maesia always kept it, it meant so much to her. Her soft warm smell was wafted on it. Rohan had kept it so close that her smell became his. It was the only thing that she held in her hands when she passed away in the same bed Raxle died in. Rohan was only seventeen and didn't know where else to go. Laccan had passed away and there were no relatives or friends Rohan could go to. He was on his own. He left Chorrol and decided to make money the only way he could, by becoming a sell sword. Rohan was one of the best. He could fight any foe no matter who they were. He was quick with the blade and fast with his words. He then soon became the muscle of some crime boss imperial named Lucios Vulcan and made some bad enemies, the main enemy being his employer.

Rohan was asked to take care of man who was behind his gambling debt. The job was simple go there rough him up and make him pay. But the boss ordered him to kill the man and Rohan refused. Rohan quit but only to find the man murdered and him frame with the crime. Now Rohan was being held in a Bruma jail until taking to the imperial city for trail. All Rohan could do is think, think on how to escape and get his revenge. "Satilus!" calls a guard stepping to the cell door. "Aye" grumbled Rohan.

"You've been released. Get out." The guard unlocks the door and opens it. Rohan gets up from the cot, shocked. He had just been charged with murder, how can he be released all of a sudden. "How?" said Rohan.

"A Senator has pardoned you."

There coming from behind was Myra Santoir. After their first night together in Chorrol Rohan and Myra had been very close. There wasn't a friendly look on her face. Instead it was a scowl of disappointment and disbelief. Rohan walks out of the cell with Myra following. They head outside the city where a luxurious roofed carriage was waiting for them. Myra came from a very rich family indeed. Apart from her family being senators they also had ties to royalty back in High Rock as well. They both get in, Myra taps the carriage for the driver to move and Rohan just sits across from her not talking, just looking down. They sat for half an hour in silence as the ride went on. "You've got nothing to say?" said Myra, breaking the silence.

Rohan lifts his head and dawns a dry smile, "A thank you was on my mind but forgive my broken pride for I'm a little short of tongue."

"You have a lot to answer for!" snapped Myra, "I get news that man and family are killed and you were to blame. I know it wasn't true because I know you would never do such a thing. But the real question is why did you decide to work for the biggest criminal in Cyrodiil?!"

"Because I had no one else to go too alright! After my mother died I…I was alone." Rohan puts his face back down "You had me." Myra lifts Rohan's head back up, her soft hands on the side of his face, "You always had Rohan."

"Myra…I can't…I don't have answer for that. I'm sorry okay. I so very sorry, if I could go back in time and stop it all I would. It was a mistake that I'll never get to correct." Rohan looks back down to his baby blanket which was still in his hands. Myra touches it and feels it softness. Rohan had before told her the story of him being an orphan and being adopted, it was a very touching move for him to have done that. "Your parents would want what's best for you Rohan. I know they would."

"Yes but I don't know what to do next."

"My lady, we are nearly there." says the driver outside.

"Where are we going?" said Rohan.

"To place for you to start over." said Myra.

The carriage then stops and Rohan and Myra steps out. It was a clear day and the air was cold and crisp. They were near the border to Skyrim. "Down that road is the Pale Pass, it'll take you to Falkreath, to Skyrim."

"Skyrim?! Why Skyrim!?" jumped Rohan.

"Don't you want to know your origin? To see if you have any blood relatives left? This is what your mother wanted, she said it herself that she wanted you to go back and find out where you really came from."

Rohan wasn't saying anything. He wasn't so moved to the idea. "I've got nothing! When the guards arrested me they took my weapons, armor, gold, all I have is my blanket and these rags for clothes they gave me."

"Rohan please? There's nothing left for you here in Cyrodiil. Please, do it for me." Myra places a chunk of Septims in Rohan's hand gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck, I know Skyrim will be a better place for you."

Rohan still had his skeptic look on but he takes Myra by the chin and presses his lips on hers deeply. They share a passionate kiss, "Goodbye." said Rohan as they parted lips. Myra was starting to cry as Rohan begins to walk down the road. "I will see you again!" she yelled to him.

"Of course you will!" yelled back Rohan.

Myra giggles and watches him until he wasn't visible to be seen.

-Present, Temple of Kynareth-Whiterun

Rami was laying next Rohan snuggling close. She had his small blue blanket that he had given her close to her nose. The smell was so good and what made it better is that she had got more of the smell by lying next to Rohan. It was midnight and everyone had retired for the night. Rami was wearing her night gown and decided to spend the night with Rohan, she said was to keep an eye on him in case he finally wakes from his coma but really it was an excuse for her to spend more time with him. She'd did nothing but talk to him and keep him company. When Jarl Elisif had visited she stood near the door and heard everything. When Elisif left the room she knew what she had done. But Rami was caring about that right now, right now she was having her moment with Rohan. In her mind they were lovers resting in bed. "I went to the market today." said Rami, "I bought some treats for the children who playing outside. I remember how you use to do that all the time. How you would run around and play with them. The townspeople would think that you were odd, seeing a grown man running around laughing like a child but you are just so playful." Rami gets closer to Rohan's face, "Everyone thinks you're just some warrior hero and you are, but you are more than that." Rami lays her head on his chest and closes her eyes. She could feel his heart beat and his warmness heats her face. "What am I then?" says a low whisper. Rami opens her eyes and looks up to see Rohan now out of his comatose state. His eyes were slightly open and dawned a smirk.

Word from the Writer: Happy Holidays! I made this chapter to tell more of the story about Rohan before he came to Skyrim. It was hard to think of an idea for another chapter with the main character in a coma so I hope you enjoy this. R/R Please! THANKS FOR READING! :)