The empty void of nothingness-what I thought was darkness-was slowly dissolving, and the first thing I saw was snow. I forgot how cold it is up here. It's a good thing I have full body armor; otherwise I would be a Popsicle.

Once I could see clearly, I started looking around for Bleak Falls Barrow. Once spotted, I started trying to determine exactly where I was. Oh. Well this is convenient. I was just a little ways from the bandit tower, so getting there wouldn't take any time at all. Looking over the camp site I was placed at, it didn't look like there was anything that would be needed. I made sure my bow was strapped to my back with my quiver, my swords to my hips, and walked towards the tower.

Once I got there, I could see that Jennifer wasn't here yet-there were no dead bodies strewn about. Of course, as I observed this, there was a bandit telling me to back off. So, moving closer, I drew my swords.

"How about a haircut, eh?" I asked him, just before I put my swords in scissor form and 'took a little off the top'. Seriously? I have got to work on my puns. That was almost as bad as my other one, if not more so. During the moment of thought about puns, the other guy that was normally down there must have gone up to tell the third that someone killed his friend, because they were charging at me from inside. Well, I got two swords and training for a reason.

It didn't take much to put them down, mostly because they were just bandits. A quick slice to the neck with my left sword one, and following up the momentum with a powerful slash from my right killed the next.

I wiped the blades off on a bandit's fur armor, and moved on. Once I got to the first set of stone steps for the barrow, I pulled out my bow and got the attention of the bandits. Like the imbeciles they were, they tried to charge down the stairs at me. I shot three arrows for three kills. Got one bandit in the head, by the left temple. The second hit one guy's leg, causing him to trip, fall, and crack his head open. Okay, technically a kill, but still. The third arrow hit the last enemies throat, leaving him gurgling on the steps. I walked past, retrieving undamaged arrows as I went past; two were irretrievable, but one was fine except for some blood.

Wait, the last time I played through this part, there were four... Where's the other one? Those were my thoughts until I reached the door, finding the final bandit fumbling with the door, trying to get it open very pathetically. "Seriously? I just killed three of you guys-not that it took that long- and walked all the way up here, which takes a couple of minutes, and you are still opening a door. No doubt you noticed me when the others did, or at least when they charged at me, yelling. Heh, talk about butter fingers..." As I said this I drew my swords and prepared to strike.

"Wait! Stop, please! I'll help you! Do anything you want! Just don't hurt me!" He practically screamed in my face. Then he broke down. "Idon'twanttodieIdon'twanttodieIdon'twanttodie! So much more to do with my life! Please, I'll do anything! I only beg for mercy!"

I don't remember this in the game. Well, crap. What do I do? If I do spare him, bad things could happen. I've read a lot of fanfiction, and bad things tend to happen when someone changes something. Though, it is just a bandit, and it seems like he isn't the common 'nothing to live for so I will kill people now'. Why not?

"Hey, tell you what, you help me, I help you. All you have to do is help me clear out the place, unless you have friends in there. If you can get out of here fast enough, you can escape the next person that will be arriving." I offered him.

He was a bit more calm now that I said that. "I...I don't...have any friends. I haven't had one in a long time. I'll help you. The others treated me like a dog anyways."

He stood up and reached out a hand, so I grabbed it, shook it, and said "You help me through this, and I will be a friend to you. Just as long as you don't resort to a bandit's life again, anyways. That, I promise you."

"Thank you. You have no idea how much that actually means to me." He said, with shining eyes.

Before this got too emotional, I said "Let's go."

At this time, I decided to size him up, see what he would be best at in combat. He was of medium build in muscle, without much fat on him; though, I think that might just be because you can't really afford to be fat in Skyrim. He had short brown hair that was very unkempt. It only looked to be about 3 or 4 inches long, so it wouldn't get in the way of his eyes. His face was almost blocky looking, with areas on his face where bones-such as his jaw-visibly connected to each other. Plus, he was at least five-nine or five-ten, so he had height along with muscle. He would probably be best with a two handed weapon, either a battleaxe or a greatsword. I told him this, and he said that I was most likely correct, as a battleaxe was the only weapon he had ever been able to use.

Out of this, there was one funny part. He was this nearly six foot tall, muscular, axe wielding dude and he was just breaking down, thinking he was going to die. Amazing. I hope that doesn't come back in here; we really don't need that. As I was thinking this, me speaking of his combat abilities apparently reminded him that he actually needed a weapon, so he left and came back with a massive and very sharp looking steel battleaxe that had silver inlaid where the black coloring normally was. It sure was a beauty; I almost wished I had one. Despite having a heavy weapon, he was wearing just leather armor, which made me realize: what he loses in speed from a heavy weapon, he makes up for with light armor.

So, we went in, and just like I remember it, there were two guards talking about how the one guy went ahead, so I just tuned out of the conversation as we sneaked up to them. Looking over at my current companion, I nodded, then rushed at the bandits with both of my swords. Deciding to go with the girl, I jumped up into the air and landed on her. While doing so, she took an elbow to the face, right after a punch to the throat. Satisfied with that, I stood up and shoved one of my swords into her head, with instantaneous results. Looking back and seeing that my comrade was finished with his enemy as well, I motioned for him to follow me.

The rest of the dungeon went pretty much the same. We both charge in, kill generally everything, then loot the bodies and take what we want. Got a few wounds, but not anything that could kill or maim us too bad. Plus, he knew a basic healing spell, so I got his potions. When we finally got to the word wall-after teaching my friend how to recognize and unlock dragon claw doors-we were almost thoroughly exhausted. I wasn't used to wearing this much weight on me, and this armor was getting pretty hot in this dungeon. However, relief came in this room as well, for it was somehow naturally cool. So we rested for a minute by the stream, drinking and resting. I drank in private, as I didn't trust my face to look any older than before I came here. After all, I wouldn't be able to stand it if people started calling my 'kid' or something, even with the steel plate.

After we had rested up, I asked "How long do you think we have been in here?"

He said "Felt like an hour or two for me."

"Hey, what's your name, anyways? I keep referring to you in my thoughts as 'my companion' and stuff like that."

"My name is Skaldor. What's yours?" That's a cool name. Never heard it before.

"My name is Clayton" I responded.

"What kind of name is that? I haven't ever known of anything like that." He questioned.

"My name...it comes from a land very, very far away. So far away, no one in Tamriel could guess the name if they tried their hardest."

"What is the name of this land?" Skaldor seemed eager while saying this, like a child that wants to play with a new toy.

"It's name is Earth."

"Like, the ground, earth?" There went all the enthusiasm.

"No, it's name is literally Earth."

"Umm...no offense, but that name is...a bit stupid." He said, almost sounding like he thought I was going to attack him for saying it.

"Yah, a little. Anyways, now that we're rested, let's go over to that wall thing. It looks interesting." I said as we walked towards the word wall. Once there, I looted the chest near the draugr overlord's casket-thing. It didn't have much in it, just some gold and healing potions, which was considerably less than what I got the last time I played. Then again, this game wasn't supposed to be predictable, so anything could change. That reminded me, This is real life now. This is no longer a game. I can't base everything off memory.

After closing the chest o' treasure, I noticed that I was hearing the familiar chanting from the 'Fus' on the wall. Going over, the word started glowing, and after a few seconds it started being...absorbed, is the closest description I could think of. I knew the word, but didn't know it. I didn't know what it meant yet, other than 'Force'. I turned away from the wall, and noticed Skaldor staring at me in awe. "What? Is there something wrong?" He just laughed in confusion, but didn't question. Well, up until the draugr decided that it would be a good time to introduce himself.

"Ooh, something other than regular draugr! Let's do this." We did. It didn't take that long, really. Just stabbed, ran away before he could hit use, and stabbed again. And then sliced. I attempted to punch it once, when my weapons got shouted out of my hands, but all I succeeded in doing was hurting my fist before picking up my swords again. He died after a minute or so, as he just couldn't keep up with us both working together. Now, all I had to do was wait for Jennifer. "Hey, you go ahead and leave, I'm waiting for somebody. Here's some extra gold, to help you with your second chance." I gave him most of the gold I had looted, so then he had all of his plus what I gave him. "I don't want them to try and kill you, so you better leave. That looks like a back exit over there, up those stairs, so you wont get caught by anybody. Good luck."

"May you have good fortune from the gods, friend. Goodbye." He said before walking out.

Before, I forgot, I went to the overlord and took the dragonstone tablet. I got into a meditating position, put the tablet on my lap, and watched the entrance of the room.

Now, to wait...

A/N:

This chapter was a bit longer than the first, but didn't take as long to write. I don't know, so don't ask. However, I think I was planning on this chapter being a little bit better. I feel it didn't come out right. Like, at all. Oh well. Also, this is just being finished a day before the first one is being published, so it's about a week and a day ahead of schedule.

I'm still going to publish every Friday only, with the exception of those 'TYPE TYPE TYPE!' days that I mentioned before. This way, I don't run out of chapters to publish. If I hit writer's block, I have stuff to give you until I find out how not to be a mime.

Notice: I am not actually going to show/tell what my character looks like until much later in the story. So basically, I will just be an always helmeted, armor covered guy running around with the dragonborn. It works because you can't see my face with the steel plate helmet. Totally planed that, by the way. 1000 % thought out. Yup...

Anyways, not much to say here, other than I will be working on the next chapter as soon as possible for me. I am a sophomore in high school, so I don't have much free time other than weekends. That also means that my writing might suck in general, so feel free to correct any grammar or spelling errors.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy!