Into The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

'So, i'm going to die, huh?'

'I thought i'd be a bit more panicked than this.. There's blood pooling all around me, and I can make out people screaming outside of the constant ringing in my ears.'

'I don't understand, I looked both ways of the street, how did such a big truck appear out of nowhere?'..

'It hurts, I just want it to end.. Mom, Dad, i'm sorry. If I knew a truck was going to appear, I never would have crossed the street.'

'Sigh, I finally got a good job, a job that I enjoy and gives good pay, and my family were finally starting to accept me again after I decided to get my life on track.'

'Well... the world never has been fair, has it?'

All I could do was concentrate on what was in front of me at this point, it kept getting blurrier, harder to see, almost as if it was all just a great big dream until eventually, there was nothing.

No sound, no light. No smells.. no body.

...

..

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'-oor mortal soul'

'-crifice, i'll give yo...'

'-econd.. ance'

..

I could just barely make out a soft, yet powerful voice of a woman, before I once again fell into nothingness.

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.

Has it been years? Seconds? I can't tell..

I'm moving..

It's so comfortable and warm.

..

'Is that.. light?'

'It's so bright, too bright.. go away.'

The light just kept getting brighter and brighter until eventually, it became overwhelming.

"It's a boy" said a woman's voice.

"Thank you, Larka" said a voice from above that sounded tired.

I did my best to tilt my head up and open my eyes, I saw a huge woman looking at me with mainly just tiredness.

"Your name, is Azari." After that, she leaned back and her breaths fell into a rhythm and her eyes stayed closed.

'What?'

..

It's been around 3 years since I was born..

I honestly don't remember much. It was almost as if my body was in autopilot for the most part with only a few memories left. Luckily, i've been fully conscious for 3 days now and remember most of it..

Just what have I gotten myself into? One of my few memories of last week is of me being placed in a tent that had a ring of weapons in it and me being placed in the middle.

I ended up walking towards a a long curved dagger and now they make me wear it at my waist.. like seriously what the hell? The dagger drags across the floor whenever I lean down.. I mean, i'm 3 years old, what do you expect!

Not to mention I have to wear these disgusting, dirty 'clothes' that are literally just furs wrapped around my body loosely.

Everyone keeps talking about the forsworn and it sounds so familiar but no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember why.

..

I'm over 5 years old at this point but I don't know my exact age, they don't exactly celebrate birthdays here.

My 'Mama' is more like an instructor.

She has never once shown me love or kindness and always shouts at me if I ever do something wrong, like trying to explore this 'tribe' and gain information, man she hit me hard that time, though she did use healing magic on me afterwards.

I don't understand, I feel like I have memories from another world, but whenever I try to concentrate on a memory that pops up, it's like it dodges my senses. Magic.. shouldn't exist? Right? But it obviously exists, i've seen it all my life.

Sigh, it's so hard to explain, this world feels so old.. so unfamiliar..

Well, I guess I have to go to the pit now.

Making my way towards 'The Pit' I saw Mama along with over 10 of the adults, when Mama saw me, she nodded sharply and motioned her head towards the tent to the left.

I walked towards the tent and waited inside. There was nothing inside to sit on so I stood for a few minutes until I saw a kid around 6 years old being carried in with a stab wound in his stomach and slice across his left knee, showing bone.

The man who carried him dropped him onto the ground and used healing magic on the kid where the wounds healed at a visible pace, finally, when the wounds were scabbed over, he stopped healing and let the boy drag himself out.

I've never gotten used to magic, it's so cool but it never works when I try it, and the last time I tried to borrow one of Mamas magic books, she beat me so hard that I couldn't stand, it took over a week for me to walk without pain even when she healed a lot of my injuries.

Sighing, I walked out of the tent and into the pit holding my dagger in my left hand tightly.

The Pit had adults standing around silently and sternly. In The Pit with me was a 7 year old looking girl who had a sword that looked too big for her and she was holding with both hands even though it was clearly a one-handed sword.

Everyone's so much stronger here than my old world.. old world? What? Dammit, focus.

As soon as Master Tarlok signalled the start, the girl shouted and charged at me with her sword in both hands above her head.

I waited until she started to swing downwards before lightly jumping to the right and slicing her upper left arm with my dagger.

The girl gave a large hiss of pain but jumped backwards out of my striking range. She charged at me again but this time with her sword facing behind her on her right side.

When she got close enough she sliced the sword sideways from right to left where I quickly jumped back out of it's attacking range before immediately charging forwards with my dagger which was around the size of a small sword for someone my size in a reverse-grip pointing behind me.

The girl carried the momentum of the last slice to hit me from her top left to bottom right. Knowing this would happen, I lowered myself and in a burst of speed, stood next to her left, just below her diagonal slice that she didn't have enough power to stop.

Successfully breaking her defence, I sliced her left side as hard as I could, leaving a deep gash before kicking her backwards.

She cried out in pain and struggled to get back up, Master Tarlok signalled the end of the match with a wave of his hand and a man appeared and dragged the girl into the tent that I was in previously

'Sigh, she really didn't know how to fight, she just swung her sword as hard as she could and tried to cut me in half.. way too slow. Why are almost all of the people here idiots?'

I looked around and saw Master Tarlok looking at me with what I think was approval, and another man was talking to Mama.

"Anla, your son is very talented, i'm sure he'll be perfect briar-heart material when he reaches adulthood."

"Of course, he has his mothers talent after all".

'Sigh, Mama is bragging about me again, the first time I came here, I refused to fight and she called me shameful and burnt my hands with her fire magic until I promised I'd fight next time. I.. Mama? She isn't my mother.. this isn't..'

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I looked at my next competitor, he was a 7 or 8 year old looking boy who already had a lot of muscles and was carrying a huge hammer, not as big as the adults hammers but definitely enough to kill me if i'm not careful.

Sigh.. another muscle-brain, only Tarla and Obnar are able to bring me to my limits, I always get hurt when I fight with them.