Capítulo 1: Prologue
It all started with a...
"Hey, you. You're finally awake."
I still remember the day quite vividly. I was trying to cross the border when I happened to run into an imperial ambush. Getting taken to be executed wasn't a fun surprise.
Though the surprise didn't end there, as, during my impending doom (I didn't even get any last words), Alduin, my dragon in shining armour, saved me, kind of ironic considering I ended up killing him.
I managed to escape with a storm cloak making it Riverwood. Looking back now, it's probably there where my fall started.
Stealing from the townspeople was easy. It was here where I started my career as the greatest thief of Skyrim, one of my many titles.
Throughout the next few years, I learned magic, swordsmanship, blacksmithing and any other trades I could get my hands on.
Those were the years, searching ancient ruins, killing mighty dragons, becoming an archmage, a werewolf vampire lord hybrid and much more. However, my happiest moment of those years was meeting Aela.
The only one besides my daughter who knew about my unique vampire-werewolf blood, though one of the things I truly regret about those years was completely forgetting about
Alduin.
I don't regret not putting a stop to his actions sooner. No, I regret getting too powerful to the point I beat him while wearing no armour and only using a non-enchanted wooden sword.
But I didn't know what to expect. I had spent the last few years learning any methods I could to increase my strength, including making deals with Daedric princes.
After the disappointment of fighting the so-called 'world eater,' I decided to explore and fight any who would pose a challenge. I had even gone as far as to wear nothing and only use a spoon. (still won)
After a few months of this, I chose to return home and spend time with my family while still learning anything I could get my hands on and raising my daughter.
The days turned into months and the months into years, and the years into decades. As those around me grew older while I stayed the same, it messed with me, but they refused the vampirism curse, so I didn't dwell on it.
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(3rd person pov)
On the northwest coast sat a ruined castle. Local anglers would tell you all manners of stories about it.
How it belongs to a great demon, a God, how it has stood since the dawn of time, how there's incredible treasure and riches to be found in the ruin but no one ever returns.
While most don't believe the rumours are true, they still refuse to get too close, living their life's away only to adding on stories that get further from the truth each generation.
Well, that's how it should have been if not for this generations curious child who thought he was going to be the one to claim the treasure.
It was the dead of night. The only thing in sight was a small boat with a child sitting upon it, and the child was using the oars to push his boat forwards.
His destination? An island castle that's said to hold great treasures, but an even more significant threat, while the small child, looking to be age 8-9, didn't care about such dangers he was still worried for this was the first time he left his small village.
He would always like to explore and discover new things, often getting in trouble with other villagers making him an outcast.
It didn't take long before he rowed the boat to the shore. Up close, the castle looked bigger, with a bridge leading up to the entryway. On the sides of the bridge were strange statues the boy had never seen before.
The statues looked humanoid with wings on their backs, though the faces scared him the most. They had bat-like features with two massive horns pointing backwards and seemed so lifelike.
Though the ever-curious child he was, he marched ahead, only taking one last look at the monster statues, walking through the gates that seemed to have been destroyed by the passing of time he enters a great hall.
The hall had three tables, two parallel to each other and one on a raised platform. Scattered along the tables laid cutlery and plates. Bones and dried blood seemed to mix with them.
Above the high table at the end of the room was a balcony that overlooked the whole hall. At this point, the boy stood in fear of what was in the room, having never seen so much blood and bones before.
As he was about to turn and leave back up the stairs he came he spotted something in the room to his left, there stood was a room with more books he had seen in his entire life.
So being the curious albeit stupid little child he was, he pushed down his fears of a room filled with bones to explore more of this castle.
Inside the library, around the walls, stood multiple bookshelves packed to the brim with books. A table sat in the centre of the room with more books piled on top.
What stood out the most to the child was the pristine condition of the books. Not one of them had any dust or damage done to them. The next thing he noticed was that he didn't know the language of the books.
Having taught himself to read from a book his parents left him, he had managed to read a few books he 'borrowed' from other villagers, so having more books in an unknown language about, he naturally got excited.
Not thinking twice, he grabbed a random book and started to try to understand the language. Most of the characters seemed to be made up of fang shaped lines and dots, but he still carried on.
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(2 hours later)
Sat in a library surrounded by piles of books was a small child. With a sigh, he held his head in frustration before taking a deep breath.
"What's wrong with these characters" letting out another sigh, he decided to put the book down so he could rest his head.
Since he started reading the book, he has made little to no progress. As much as he hates to admit it, this was on a whole different level compared to the basic writing from his village.
"Maybe I should look around the castle a bit more", he grumbled. The tension present when he first came here was gone when nothing had happened for quite some time.
With another grumble as he stretched his tired body, he started to walk back to the main hall, entering again and looking closer at the tables. It was apparent no one had used it for years if the dust was anything to go off.
Picking a new door to walk through, he climbed up some stairs into another hall that split into many directions. Walking left again seemed to go back to the library while right looked to the balcony overlooking the entrance.
Seeing this, the boy decided to carry on forwards down a staircase seeing as he was in no rush to find treasure.
Arriving down to the bottom, he looked around this room to see what there was inside. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Inside this room that seemed to be made more significant by digging out the walls was a massive cabin.
Though the cabin wasn't what made him so stunned, it was instead what the house was made out of.
"Cheese?"
A/N: howdy boys and lasses I the great ginger is back! Well, summer was hectic, but now it's over, so as the fabulous badass ginger I am, I have decided to write a new fic!
The old one I did was pretty bad, so I decided to research how to write by reading more on here tho I fell down the rabbit hole and jeez, reading is fun.
Well, anyway, I have a rough idea where I want to go with this book, and ill say harry potter is my favourite fiction, so don't expect me to drop this.
-Gingy~~
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