It was dark night, my mother svept a swetdrop from her forehear while running.
a soul tearing scream were heard from back, mother ignored and continued.
at some point, he falls to branch and loses grip on me. Mother is caught, she tries to fight back
without a chance. After that night, rumours say that i was found uncouncous in woods, laying
around within a moss. Skyrim was always tough place to live, our village were attacked by many
evil creatures like trolls. My pa used to slay those things before a new chapter in my life
appeared. My Father, Alrik. Alrik tought me everything, how to master the skill of combat and
how to get the ladies. Father was the best. After many hours of training, my mother Nauma prepared
a great feast for our family as usual. Alrik and Nauma were happy, loving nord couple. There were
no nights that pa would not tell any tales of ancient heros or creatures living in woods.
A warm air flows trough my face when Mother blows softly my hair and keeps me like a precious
treasure. Wich i were, if i remember correctly. Now it is all lost. My Family, my friends.
Lets us begin with my father, Alrik. Alrik left us when i was 14, Persuading gold and glory from
The Land called Cyrodiil. I swear a god in a name of a Alduin, i will find that old bastard.
