The Bear King.

I, am a boy of Cyrodiil not by nature however my parents are Nords who fled from Skyrim during the civil war between the Imperial Legion and the tyrant Ulfric Stormcloak who murdered their High King Torygg. Soon after we arrived my father was forced to join the Legion because they were short of men, he still writes to my mother and I but I miss his company. I told mother I'd go join him when I've reached my 18th birthday, I'm only 17 now but she won't let me, I have a plan to sneak out. Let me tell you a bit about myself, I'm tall, muscular but in not way a scrawny way, I have some flesh on me, my eyes are a light blue, my hair is down to my shoulders and is light brown like caramel. Anyway my mother and I owned a farm near Chorrol and we sold our stock to most of the west side of the province we were quite wealthy but ma used most of our money for bills, food and my tuition so our house and clothes were pretty basic. I was taught by the monks at Weynon Priory just up the road, it was in no way a school we just couldn't afford to get me into the colleges in the Imperial City, but that doesn't matter I was still taught maths, how to trade, alchemy, english, and religion (I was told to pray to all the gods at least once a day) they taught me basic spells of conjuration, destruction and illusion, they taught me archery and how to use a sword (mother wasn't told they were teaching me how to fight). But the may reason I wasn't allowed far from home was because mother didn't like me very far from home she needed as much help on the farm as she could get she could only hire two other people, but I was saying some of money to give her when I left, I felt bad for leaving her alone but in a way I guess she knows I've got to do it at some point.

One day, after I left the priory I decided I'd go into town and get some supplies for when I left home stuff I'd need for when I was camping out or whatever I had about five-hundred septims on me I thought that'd be enough. I went into the blacksmith first. "can I 'elp you sir, you look a bit lost" said the Orc at the counter mockingly. 

"No I'm in the right place" I said a little nervous at first, I thought he might have killed me "What have you got for sale?" 

"What is it you're looking for?" the Orc leaned over the counter.  

"Well I'm going travelling, leaving my mother to join my father in Skyrim and help end the civil war, mostly I just want to see him again. I need something light but strong like a short sword, a bow and about fifty arrows" I said walking towards the counter the stood up a few steps before I reached it. 

"Oh really? How old are you boy?" the orcs eyes widened slightly. 

"Nearly 18" I tried not to look nervous. 

"Oh so when is you're birthday?"  

"This Loredas are you looking to come to the party?" I smiled and chuckled. 

"No sir, I would not be so bold to invite myself to someone's birthday who I barely know, I was just interested that's all. Iron or Steel sir?" 

"Steel please" He went into the back and gathered my order then placed it on the counter  

"Two hundred and fifty septims please sir, anything else?" 

"No that's it thank you" I said gathering my purchases then putting a small coin purse in its place then I left for the door. 

"Very well sir, thank you and happy birthday for Loredas" I turned and said thank you then left for the door. After leaving the blacksmith I went to the general goods store and bought a tent, a bedroll, a bag to put all my things in, a small amount of food and cooking utensils and a woodcutters axe then I went to the book shop and bought a cook book and a guide of the wilderness plants so I know what I can eat and what not to eat. Then I made for the journey home, getting dark so I snuck in my room first and hid my stuff then ran out the front door like I just got in. "hello mother." I said like nothing unusual was going on. "Bless the Divines! Where have you been? I was worried sick!" she ran and hugged me, I kicked the door shut. "I went into town after lessons I wanted to do some reading"  

"I'm glad you wanted to expand your knowledge, your father sent you a letter, I haven't read it and no I wasn't going to, it's on the side" she shouted from the kitchen. I picked it up and opened it, it read:

To my dearest son Thoral

I thought I'd partly write to you to say happy birthday for the next few days, you're going to make a fine man, I know it I cannot wait to get to see you again it's been 10 long years. But by now I know what you're thinking, that you're old enough to join the legion and come fight with me, well war isn't as glorious of those stories I told you in those stories I told you about Ysgramor and the conquering of Skyrim, it's dangerous and I don't know how skilled you are but I don't want you here helping and I know your mother doesn't either, I want you to listen to me, the war is nearly over so I'll be home soon as it is, just take care ok? I love you. For a bear holds out it's paw...