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Please note that the short paragraph you're about to read is about me and has little to do with the actual purpose of this blog. If you could care less about what I say (and I wouldn't blame you, I'm not that interesting), go ahead and go to the next page.
For over a year now I had been wanting to write some sort of book like thing. I'm not entirely sure why, other than me wanting to get my "creativity" out of my head. I honestly don't find myself that good of a writer, and, quite frankly, I'm probably not. Outside of the occasional essay or short story, I'd never really written much. Not surprising considering I'm still 15 and I haven't even been to college. What's more is that I'm not even remotely interested in becoming an author. Not even a bad one. Not unless this thing turns out to be better than I expect. Which isn't likely. Not because I'm hard on myself, but because I have very high expectations. For example, earlier today, I was disappointed when I got a 96% on a Biology test. But getting back on subject to me and writing. The main reason I wrote what I did, has nothing to do with the setting of the story. There was a completely different reason for that. No, the real reason, is because I enjoy writing. Whether or not I'm actually good at it. I discovered this at some point over a year ago. Considering I have terrible memory, it was probably way before that. And that's pretty much all I got. Or all I want to tell you now.
I decided to upload the first three chapters in one go to get anyone familiar with the story. In my opinion, the story doesn't pick up until the third chapter. Please read it until then, if you don't like it after, you can stop reading, but you'd be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't read up to that point. Also, quick note, the way I do chapters are through dates. You'll see exactly what they look like down below.
Now without further ado; Here's what I've been working on the past year.
Fourth Era 204, First Seed 12, Morndas
The clomping sound of the horses' hooves as they walked had gone on for days since our journey from Solitude. It was so irritating; I didn't think I'd make it to Riverwood. I'd never been the snooty, stuck up kind of guy Father is, but why should I, Alec, son of a Thane of Solitude, have to put up with such...such...boredom?! I had always dreamed of going out to the world and discovering lost ruins people haven't inhabited in ages. If this is what it's like, I think I understand why Father always forbid me and my elder brother from leaving Haafingar, the hold Solitude lies.
"How much farther is it, Eric?" I had asked my bodyguard for what seemed like the one hundredth time.
Eric grinned, amused by my discomfort with the journey. "Not much, m'lord. Just up the road and across the bridge."
"I thought I told you not to call me that. I've always I hated being referred to as a lord," Eric Snowmane had been my personal guard since I was born, back when he was young. He's the son of the Thane's own houscarl, Rikard Snowmane, who served in the Great War thirty-three years ago, so he had some big shoes to fill. And I could always tell that Eric had never considered himself half the man his father was in his prime. It was kind of sad really. Eric was really a nice person with great talent with a blade. The only reason he didn't teach me swordsmanship is due to my arrogant father not wanting me to learn the "dangerous ways of the sword." I knew in reality he didn't want me to be better than him, which wasn't hard to accomplish. My father was awful with any kind of weapon. The only reason he's a Thane of Solitude is due to him being close friends with Elisif the Fair, the current ruler of Skyrim, long ago. Even now, however, Elisif has grown to dislike my father due to his attitude. Did I mention his name was Pon? Stupid name, I know.
Anyway, so he'd have an excuse as to why I'm better than him, he sent me here, to Riverwood, to learn from "the best." The Dragonborn's entire existence has only been a rumor. Most people believe it was just some brave knight who had the courage to stand to the dragons as well as have the skill to quell the Stormcloak rebellion. A victory not everyone in Skyrim celebrated. Despite being a Nord, I personally did not care who won the war. As long as my head stayed on my neck, I was fine. I was excited to see who exactly this person was. The only thing that was set in stone with his description was that he was an Imperial. I had asked several people who the Dragonborn was, but all the answers were different. One said he was a young knight in glowing armor with a sword that could cut through things like diamond with ease. Another said he was a wise, old wizard with spells and powers that the mortal kind couldn't dream of. A third spat in my face while asking for a coin. Beggars aren't people you should ask such questions. Eric had said not to dwell on such things, but rather to just wait and find out. I'm not really the patient type.
"Here we are," Eric announced. It was hard to tell in the fog, but I could make out the outline of an arch where a silhouette stood at the top. When I got closer it looked to be a guard dressed in orange cloth with chainmail underneath. We got off of our horses outside the archway, and continued to walk into the town. Despite living in Solitude most of my life, I wasn't surprised by Riverwood's small size. I had visited Dragon Bridge many times, and it was roughly the same. While the dense fog blocked out most of the town, I could make out some of the closer things. Animals raided the one lonely road that went through Riverwood. Mostly chickens, with a couple horses and a dog. The dog ran right in front of Eric and me with a small child right behind. They disappeared in the fog to our left. My gaze was then drawn to what looked like an inn. A man and woman were on the porch having a conversation I couldn't hear. It seemed the woman was angry at the man about something, as her voice was hushed, yet strained. On my right, was just grass and trees that lead to the White River, which we were following to Riverwood. Past that was the blacksmith and his house. On the left was a store of some kind and another house. The town was mostly empty save the man and woman, as well as the blacksmith. Eric decided to go ask the blacksmith where the Dragonborn was. I waited outside his armory. As I stood outside, a chicken came up and started pecking at my boots. I shooed it away with my boot. It flapped around a while, but came back. I did this a few more times until finally I pulled out my dagger and started to crouch to kill it, when a guard who was walking by stopped.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," He warned. I wasn't really sure what he meant, but nonetheless, I hesitantly stood back up and put my dagger away. Shortly after, Eric walked out and started walking past the blacksmith's. I hurried up to him.
"Did you get information on the Dragonborn?" I asked.
"Yes, he said the Dragonborn lived across the river to have peace."
"Peace? He's the Dragonborn, doesn't he realize how important he is? He helped stop the rebellion, he's vital to the Empire!" Eric gave me a smug look. Like he was in on some joke that I wasn't. He continued to quickly walk across a wooden bridge to a small piece of land in the middle of the river. The land housed a mill that was currently empty. Close to it was a Wood Elf chopping wood. We went past the mill and onto another, more recently made looking wooden bridge to the other side of the river. From there was a dirt path that went about 50 meters south to a small wooden house. Outside, to the left of the house, was a shed that looked to house all kinds of meats from rabbits to fish to cow. Behind the house was a dummy with numerous sword strikes present. Next to that was a target that had three arrows in it. All in the middle. Around twenty feet in front of it was a woman, looking to be in her mid twenties, with bright, blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and dressed in dark leather from her shoulders down. She had a plain, wooden bow in her hand with the string pulled back. She let go and a fourth arrow flew to the middle of the target.
"M'lady?" Eric said, before she could get another arrow from the quiver on her back. "If I may, I would like to introduce you to Lord Alec here." She lowered her bow and turned her head in puzzlement, apparently not noticing two men in plate armor walk up to her. She sat there for a moment, as if pondering a life-long question. Then her face brightened.
"Ah, yes, you are the son of the Thane of Soliditude, correct?" She extended her free hand out. "I'm Lucia, better known as the Dragonborn."
Fourth Era 204, First Seed 12-13, Mondas-Tirdas
“The Dragonborn?!” I exclaimed.
“He’s a…SHE’S uh, uh…”
Eric tried to calm me down. “Yes, yes, I
know it’s…hard to believe, but the Divines pick anyone for these types of
things. Regardless of race or gender.”
Lucia, who was leaning against the wall
inside her own home, decided to chip in. “Tell me why I should teach a sexist
idiot how to swing a sword?” I glared at her in anger and was about to make a
retort, when out of nowhere, she pulls a dagger from her side, gracefully moves
across the room, and presses the curved blade to my throat. “Look, I don’t need
to teach you anything, but if you want to learn from me I suggest you shape up,
or I’ll have you and your miserable excuse for a guard on the road back to
Solitude with your tails between your legs.”
After a few moments I said, “Yes ma’am,”
through gritted teeth. She pulled the dagger away from my throat. And started
to walk away, and disappeared through a dorr.
“I would advise you go stay at the
Sleeping Giant Inn.” Lucia advised “It’s the building closest to the archway.
No doubt where you guys came in. It’s a decent place. Warm food. Cold mead. Dry
beds” I started to follow Eric out of the house, when Lucia stepped in front of
me and said “You aren’t going anywhere. I don’t want you to keep me waiting.
Even if it’s a few minutes. I get you the second I want you.” She nodded to
Eric. “Don’t worry about him. I’ll keep him safe”
“Work him to the bone; the boy could use
some of it.” Eric walked out the door with a smile on his face.
Lucia led me through the door. It was a
sort of living room. “I’ll get a bedroll, and you can sleep here.” The room was
nice and tidy if a bit small. There was an unlit fireplace on the far wall with
two chairs in front of it. Under the chairs was a nice, intricately designed rug.
To the left of the chairs was a bookshelf packed with all kinds of literature.
Colorful plants and flora decorated the room. Lucia disappeared into another
room and came back with a bedroll lined with fur. She laid it down on the floor
behind the chairs. “There, now you are all nice and cozy. Goodnight” Lucia then
left went to bed. And I was left sitting there thinking what the hell just
The sun was already up when I woke. I
got dressed in some leather padded clothing Lucia must have left me, as my
other clothes were missing. I went outside to find Lucia with a knife stripping
the bark off of a stick.
“Huh, you’re up earlier than I
expected.” Lucia said, standing up and putting the knife away.
“Really? I would have thought I was a
“Nonsense, now come, your training will
start now.” I walked closer to her, and she tossed the stick to me. I examined
my apparent weapon. The bark had obviously been stripped clean, and there was a
dull point at the end of it. That was it. You’d be lucky to bruise someone with
this. I look back up to see Lucia holding an iron sword with no guard and the
hilt was wrapped in red cloth.
“That’s cheating!” I complained. “How am
I supposed to defeat an opponent that’s both more skilled than me and has a
“Quiet! You sound like a child. Besides,
in life, will you always face an opponent that’s weaker than you? If you were,
no one would get better. Everyone would stay weak if life was that easy. And
weak is one thing you don’t want to be. Besides, I’m not only teaching you how
to swing your sword, but how to work your mind. You may be inferior to me in
skill, but use your head to plan your attacks and work around your weaknesses.
Now, I’ve dulled my blade so I can’t cut the end of the stick…or your head.”
She left no room for thinking after that. She immediately started dancing her
way over to me and then squatted and swung at my right leg. I blocked it with
the stick and then tried to kick her with my left leg while she was still
squatted. She gracefully got back up and dodged my attack in one move then spun
and attacked me from the left. I ducked under the blade then moved to hit her
in the shoulder, only to have her catch the stick, pull it from my hand then
whack me in the chest a few times. I stumbled from the blows which gave her
time to move her sword to my neck.
“I believe I won,” She announced.
“Smartass,” I picked the stick back up.
“You wouldn’t have been able to do that if it was a real blade. You would have
lost your fingers.”
“Perhaps,” She replied. “But it wasn’t a
real blade. It was a stick. If it was a sword, I would have come up with some
other way to defeat you. Regardless, I would have won either way. Why? Because
I used my head. You would have fared
better if you had done the same.”
That did it. “I would have fared better
if you had given me a real weapon!”
“Think! I have handicapped myself in
multiple ways to give you an edge. Cleverness is not something I can teach. You
have to find ways yourself to pass impossible obstacles. I’m not going to hand
you the solution. Now, let’s go again.”
This time, she gave me a small amount of
time to get more ready. And then we were back at it. Swift as ever, she made
her way to me. Striking me at my left side, I blocked with the stick, and
retaliated by bringing my weapon down on her left shoulder. She side stepped,
and I had put too much faith into the blow. I left myself wide open for an
attack. Lucia tried slashing me across my chest. I jumped back in time to dodge
it, but started to fall backward. Unable to get my balance back, I moved my
stick behind me to support my weight then quickly spun to the other side,
narrowly missing another strike at my chest. I quickly swiped away a stab at my
right shoulder and moved my weapon back to hit her in the leg to make her lose
her balance, but she was too quick. With the flat of her blade, she hit me in
the neck, and like a fool, I stopped what I was doing and focused on the pain
in my neck. This hesitation gave her plenty of time to hit me again and again;
all over the body, including my right wrist which made me drop my weapon.
Lucia sat back with a serious look in
her eye. I sat up panting, sweat dripping from my brow. Wait, sweat and
panting? I had become tired? It was only our second session. Not ten minutes
had passed since I woke and I was already wanting to sit down and rest? That’s
when I noticed Lucia. Her breathing was regular and her skin did not seem to
shine with sweat. In fact, she seemed more preoccupied with the fact that I
failed to beat her than how tired she was.
“It seems you have a lot more to work on
than I thought. We’ll take a short break so you can catch your breath and for
that hand of yours to heal.”
I nodded, too tired to speak. Lucia just
walked off. Muttering something to herself while shaking her head.
Over the next few days, we did the same
thing over and over. We would exchange a few blows until we either got tired or
too banged up to go on. Then we’d rest for a few minutes, and continue. Well,
mostly it would be me needing to rest. Not once have I been able to hit
her. The entire time she preached her
“Think about where you are going to strike and look for your enemy’s
weaknesses” method. Every time I thought I understood, I would end up on the
ground bruised and bleeding. Today would mark the end of the first week since
we started training. If I can land even a
single hit on her, I’d be happy. Anything to shut that annoying mouth of hers.
Hmm…I shouldn’t say that. While she can be annoying, she is still nice to be
around when we aren’t training. Almost like my brother.
“Another day of cuts and bruises, eh
Alec?” Lucia had taken up the art of mocking me about my lack of skill. Sad to
say that she has gotten better at it than I had with my swordsmanship. I kept a
straight face, trying my best not to give her the satisfaction of me feeling
insulted. At times it almost seemed like we were like little kids.
“Are you ready?” I asked, eager to
finally understand what I’m missing. Lucia nodded, and then did her usual
graceful dance across the ground. She targeted my ribs with the flat of her
blade. I stepped back and pushed the blade away in one motion. She twirled around to my right, feigning a
swipe at my neck as a distraction as she went behind me and hit me in the back
with the pommel of her sword. It wasn’t the hardest hit, but it did make me
stumble forward for a bit. I spun around, stick in hand, ready for her to block
the hit, when my stick hit a tree trunk. The blow reverberated from the stick
to my whole arm. Unable to fully control my right arm, I dropped my weapon.
Lucia was able to find the mercy to just say that I lost, rather than beating
me with a blunt sword in various places.
“You’re in too much of a rush. Calm yourself, slow down, and be aware of
your surroundings. And above all, study your opponents. Take advantage of their
weaknesses” She had said this multiple times a day, yet I still don’t
understand it. I’ll admit, I don’t exactly take my time, but when your opponent
is the Dragonborn, you don’t have much choice. Lucia had us wait a bit longer
than usual, which was good because it took a while for my arm to start feeling
better, and even when we started back up it was still a bit tingly.
“Get ready,” she said. She danced to me,
and targeted my right side. I dodged the attack by leaping to my left, taking
her advice on slowing down and studying my opponent. But dodging her attacks
weren’t enough. She was too fast for me to take my time and notice any kind of
habits she had when she moved. I decided to hold my ground to block her
attacks, dodging only when needing to. I held my own for a good awhile, but
nearly a minute had passed, and I still didn’t notice anything. On and on the
fight went and no one managed to make a hit. It had been the longest match yet.
We were both starting to get tired. Just as I thought it was another fluke and
I was doing something wrong, I noticed it. It was short, lasted maybe a moment
or two, but it was enough to get a hit in. I had it go on for a bit longer to
test my theory out, and then I made my move. Just as Lucia was about to hit my
right side, I brought my stick on her left shoulder. Lucia, however, acted to
not even notice the blow and continued with her assault. I grabbed her sword
arm and stabbed her in the stomach. She stumbled backward for a bit, and I
swung the sword and hit her on the neck, forcing her to the ground. The sword
landed a few feet from her. She turned over and I laid my stick over her neck.
Suddenly, Lucia grabbed the end of the stick, pulled herself up and punched me
in the stomach. She turned around with a smile on her face.
“Should have realized you wouldn’t give
up that easily,” I said in pain.
Fourth Era 204, First Seed 20, Tirdas
“So you saw it, did you?” Lucia handed
me an apple for lunch as we rested from our training. It wasn’t the usual meal
I was used to in Solitude, but it did the job and Lucia said it helped me from
“Yeah,” I answered, accepting the apple,
“I feel like an idiot for not noticing the hesitation earlier.”
“Don’t. It took me far longer to learn
how to use my head in fights than you. However, I won’t be hesitating whenever
I target the right side anymore.”
I nodded, taking a bite of the apple. It
was juicy. Juicier than most of the apples in Solitude. I knew Lucia would
start changing it up. This also meant I would have to find other ways to beat
When our lunch break was over, we started
our training again. “I want to do something different this time around,” Lucia
said. She headed back inside the house and came out a few minutes later with a
bow and a quiver of arrows hung over her shoulder.
“Target practice?” I asked. “What for?
Aren’t you supposed to train me in sword fighting?”
“Well, to be fair, I never promised to
do anything. Meaning it’s my choice on what I teach you. Or I could just not
teach you at all. However, I’m not that cruel. And that large bag of gold your
father gave was a pretty good incentive as well.”
“Right, I just thought I’d let you know,
I’m awful with a bow. I’d much rather stick with what I’m best at. And that’s
She laughed at this. “Sword training is
what you’re best at? Hah, than you don’t have much going for you in life I
This was a sore spot. I was used to
thinking like that, berating myself for shortcomings. Secretly I had hoped that
I was just being too rough on myself, and that I wasn’t as bad as I pretended.
Sadly, there wasn’t anyone to reassure that hope. My father, for obvious
reasons, belittled me even without knowing what I was really like. Eric was a
possible choice, but I knew he would just say I was being too hard on myself to
make me feel better. As the son of a lord, I didn’t really grow up with many
friends to at least compare myself to, so that left just one person. I had
always been close to my brother, but he was the reason I felt that way in the
first place. Not on purpose, mind you, did he do this. No, he would never do
that. We were as close as brothers could be. The problem lied with the status
my father held brother up to be. Since he was the elder, he would take Father’s
place. Father still kept him close, like me, but his freedom was a bit less
limited than mine. Unlike me, he was allowed to practice in the ways of the
blade. My brother still hated Father. He always promised that when he came of
age he’d replace our father as Thane and kick him out of Skyrim. These thoughts
may have been the reason he was killed in the first place. Father sent him off
to join the Legion three years ago, during the Stormcloak Rebellion, where he
was killed in action. I don’t know why, but I always blamed and hated my father
for it. My brother’s death made Father keep me closer than ever to him. He
babied me to the point I couldn’t stand it. Not that I could before. Of course,
my feelings didn’t matter. Never did. Only reason I am where I am, is due to
the fact that I’m the new heir. Not exactly something I wanted. Royalty,
leadership, anything involving something like that, it wasn’t for me. I loathed it all. Of course, being a Thane,
under a Jarl, whose under the High King of Skyrim, whose under the Emperor,
isn’t exactly a high place of power, but it’s a place of power.
I looked over at Lucia, who was fiddling
with the bow, making some adjustments to it. I was then that I started to
wonder if that was the reason she was here. Maybe she stays so low profile
because she’s like me. She doesn’t want any of the responsibility and feeling
of importance that being Dragonborn would give her. Especially in her case,
would she be high up. Being the first Dragonborn since the Septim bloodline
ended two-hundred years ago, at the end of the Third Era. She’s Empress status,
if not higher. And yet, she’s here in a lonely cabin in a small village in
Skyrim. I empathized with her. And her situation.
It was then she caught me staring.
“It’s impolite to stare, y’know.” She said, glancing over her shoulder at me,
continuing her work with the bow.
I could feel my face getting a slight
reddish color. “I wouldn’t stare if you didn’t take so long fiddling with the
bow! It seems like a rather simple bow, why is it taking so long?”
She seemed rather insulted with that,
and I knew I messed up. “Look, I’m making the string less tight, so it’s easier
to pull back for a beginner like you. Things take time. Deal with it, and quit
acting so childish.” Without even so much as taking her eyes off me she says,
“It seems to be getting late anyway. We’ll continue tomorrow.” And with that,
she stormed off into the house. I looked up into the sky to see that the sun
was less than three-quarters the way across the sky. I shrugged, and followed
her into the house.