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Re: Pre-Skyrim - Blood shall be my motto 3

[(Anonymous)]

I left only days later with an escort of a hastily employed chambermaid, four guards and a bard. Ostentation was something that my stepfather was very good at, I thought. Maybe his only talent part from - probably - herding and other physical labour. I still knew too little of my homeland to see the resemblances between this Velothi and my father, but I was not more Imperial than Dunmer as I had told my mother. I refused to call him by name or talk to him in person, and with hindsight I was unfair by him. Had I not stayed with my face drowned in books for a lifetime measured in human years, I would have noticed how the world changed around me. I was still young though and I would learn the hard way.

The roads were bad and we travelled by horseback. I had never ridden a horse in my entire life before that day, and muscles that I didn’t know existed were painfully sore by nightfall. We kept to ourselves, stayed at small inns along the road and held a slow pace. The further north we came, the colder both the weather and the welcome.

The roads became less populated, the casual troop of Imperial soldiers passing or meeting us made me confused at first. My maid reminded me of something I’d accidentally had heard now and again for a couple of years but never thought much of: Skyrim had been and still was troubled by civil war. What I had thought to be my stepfather boasting was just him making sure I would reach my destination in one piece.
At the end of a snowy pass we reached a heavily guarded gate. On the other side of that was Skyrim. Just a day’s ride from the border I was supposed to find a small village called Darkwater Crossing, and here I would find my cousin Sondas.

He was a Drenim, at least by name. My mother were proud of her heritage; her grandfather being a member of the council in Ebonheart. Of course I expected my cousin to be a mage; why would my mother have thought this to be a reasonable arrangement if not? I could live with that, as long as I could keep on doing what I’d been doing for the past decades - reading and plotting that is.
I was starting to come to terms with this deal, and was again lost in my own thoughts.
And that’s when we were attacked by bandits. My horse bolted. I held on to the reins as hard as I could, lost grip of them when a tree branch almost brushed me off the horseback. I leaned forward, clinging on to the beast’s neck and mane, fearing for my life. I lost track of time, closed my eyes trying to still my beating heart. More branches ripped my face, my hair, my clothes and then the horse stopped. I tumbled over its neck and fell to the ground.

After that I remember nothing, until I woke up in that carriage towards Helgen.