Chapitre 1: 1. Skyrim
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The morning sun cast long shadows across the rugged landscape of Skyrim as a small family of Argonians made their way through the dense forest. Their destination was Whiterun, a bustling city nestled in the heart of the province. The family had been traveling for weeks, eager to start a new life away from the marshy swamps of Black Marsh. Among them was young Iski, an eight-year-old black-scaled Argonian with bright, curious eyes that took in everything around her.
Iski's parents, Vash and Meera, were seasoned travelers, having journeyed across many lands. They had taught Iski the basics of survival, but nothing could have prepared her for the day that lay ahead.
"We're almost there, my little hatchling," Meera said, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "Just a few more days and we'll be in Whiterun."
Iski nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. She had heard many stories about Whiterun, a city of warriors and merchants, a place where adventures began. She imagined herself running through the streets, playing with other children, and maybe even seeing the great dragons that were said to roam the skies of Skyrim.
As they continued their journey, the forest around them grew thicker, the trees towering overhead like ancient guardians. The path became narrower, and the air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls. It was peaceful, but there was an underlying tension that only the most perceptive could sense.
Vash, ever vigilant, felt a chill run down his spine. He had a keen sense for danger, honed from years of travel. He motioned for Meera and Iski to stop, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"What is it?" Meera asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Something's not right," Vash replied, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. "Stay close to me."
Before they could react, a group of bandits emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted with malice. There were five of them, rough-looking men with weapons drawn, their eyes gleaming with the anticipation of an easy kill.
"Look what we have here," the leader sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "A family of lizards. This should be fun."
Vash stepped forward, placing himself between the bandits and his family. "We have no quarrel with you," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Let us pass, and no one gets hurt."
The bandits laughed, their laughter echoing through the trees. "You hear that, boys? He thinks he can tell us what to do!" the leader mocked. "I say we take what we want and leave their bodies for the wolves."
Without warning, the bandits lunged. Vash drew his dagger and fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. Meera tried to protect Iski, but the bandits were relentless. In the chaos, Iski felt herself being pulled away from her mother, her small body flung towards the edge of the path.
She tumbled down a steep embankment, her world spinning as she hit the ground. Pain shot through her, but she forced herself to move, crawling towards the sound of rushing water. As she reached the edge of a lake, she turned to see her parents being overwhelmed. Tears filled her eyes as she watched in horror, unable to do anything to help.
"Run, Iski! Run!" Meera's voice rang out, filled with desperation.
With a final push, Iski fell into the lake, the cold water enveloping her. She sank beneath the surface, her vision blurring as the world above faded away. She kicked her legs, propelling herself upwards until she broke through the surface, gasping for air.
For what felt like an eternity, Iski drifted in the lake, the gentle current carrying her away from the horrors she had witnessed. Eventually, she managed to pull herself onto the shore, her body trembling with exhaustion and grief. She curled up on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Hours passed before she mustered the strength to stand. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but one thought remained clear: she had to get to Whiterun. It was the only plan her parents had ever mentioned, and she clung to it like a lifeline.
The journey was arduous. The sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the land. Iski moved through the forest, her small form navigating the underbrush with a mix of caution and desperation. She had no idea where she was going, but she refused to give up. Her parents' voices echoed in her mind, urging her to keep moving.
As night fell, Iski's resolve wavered. She was cold, hungry, and utterly alone. She stumbled through the darkness, her eyes straining to see any sign of civilization. Just when she thought she couldn't go any further, she spotted a faint light in the distance.
With renewed hope, she moved towards the light. As she drew closer, she realized it was a campfire. Sitting beside it was a man dressed in black leather armor, his face illuminated by the flickering flames. He looked up as she approached, his expression one of surprise and curiosity.
She took the knife from him. That surprised him, he almost didn't see it coming. He looked at her and slowly took the knife from her shaking hands
"Well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice smooth and slightly amused. "A little Argonian, all alone in the woods. What's your name, lass?"
Iski hesitated, her instincts telling her to be wary. But she was too tired and scared to lie. "I'm Iski," she replied, her voice barely audible.
The man's eyes softened slightly. "I'm Brynjolf. What are you doing out here by yourself, Iski?"
Iski's eyes filled with tears as she recounted the events that had led her to this moment. Brynjolf listened intently, his expression growing serious as she spoke. When she finished, he nodded thoughtfully.
"You're a brave one, coming all this way on your own," he said. "But you can't stay out here. It's not safe."
"Can you take me to Whiterun?" Iski asked, her voice trembling with hope.
Brynjolf considered her request for a moment before shaking his head. "Whiterun's a long way from here, lass. But I can take you to Riften. It's closer, and you'll be safe there."
(End of a chapter)
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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