The Skyrim Adventure

Chapter One

Authors Note:

Hey Guys, this is my fan-fiction of Skyrim about a young Khajiite leaving her family of merchants to find a life out in the world. I do not own Skyrim but I have created 'some' characters such as Zaraya, Ri-Za'ar and Kisra etc but the others have already been created by Skyrim makers and have been used in this fan-fiction. I hope you enjoy, please feel free to rate and comment, thanks :)

Chapter One -

The road was long and treacherous, the old grey horse noisily complained as he pulled the rickety carriage on-wards, the contents safely locked in chests and trunks of various sizes. The cold, northerly winds of Skyrim pulled at my whiskers and fur cloak, sending it flapping noisily behind me. I followed my family tirelessly, listening to their quiet conversation.

"We need to make haste if we are going to get to Riften on time!" growled my Uncle, Ri-Za'ar. His steely silver eyes swept over the group, his eyes narrowing when he see's me staring at him. I looked away in submission. He continued, an edge to his rough Elsweyrian accent, "The swords, bows and Moonsugar won't sell themselves" He pulled his hood over his head, hiding his silver tribal braid and fur from view.

"Relax brother, we will get there on time and make much profit" assured my mother, Kisrin, her voice smooth as butter and her fur glossy as glass. She smoothed down her cotton dress and returned walking confidently behind my Uncle and cousins. I followed a few steps behind as they continued their conversation.

"Don't talk to me about profit sister, your useless daughter Zaraya doesn't know a thing about being a merchant! I caught her giving apples to some filthy beggar back at Solitude... For free! How are we supposed to make money if shes giving it away as often as the Imperials lop off heads?" He spat, eyes spinning round to meet mine once more, only for me to look down in shame.

"She has a kind heart, just like her father had. So she may not be a good merchant, but she's good at using the bow and sword" My mother smiled at me warmly.

"So can my sons and daughters, but at least they are good merchants! Enough of this talk, get a move on" And that was that from Ri-Za'ar.

My Mother slowed down to match my pace as I plodded down the uneven path through the forest full of towering pine trees and blooming red mountain flowers. The wind had died down but the northerly chill still remained.

"Don't take any notice of your uncle, Zaraya, you have many skills that are beneficial. It's not all about being a merchant." She whispered, grasping my paws with hers. "Oh, look at your fur Zar, it's all untidy, when did you last groom yourself?" chastised my mother. She began to lick her paw and smooth down my orange and black striped fur quickly and efficiently, but had to stop due to my protests.

"Just like your father, he was always a messy tiger like yourself" She whispered quietly.

"I miss him" My voice small like a mouse.

"I know dear but he will always be with us and lead us to warm sands" Her words brought comfort.

For the rest of the day, we travelled tirelessly through the ever darkening wood in silence, following my uncles lead without protest until we finally arrived at Riften in the early hours of the morning. I helped my family set up camp near the Riften stables, unloading the carriage of its precious cargo and putting it into the back of Ri-Za'ar's tent, who was keeping a close eye on me from across the camp. Sighing, I wandered over to the old grey horse, patted his muzzle gently while I undid his harness and led him to water and fresh hay, which was provided by the stable boy with a little persuasion of Skooma. I headed back to my tent and undid my bedroll next to my mothers and lay down, letting my muscles relax and my mind to drift into a light sleep.