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*Flashback*
As you ran from the blazing building, you had just enough time to grab your grandmother's Crimson cloak, and your trusty elven dagger. You ran towards the Winterhold stables, and stole a white horse. They were after you. You had no idea why, all you knew is that you were wanted dead. So, you ran, and ran, all the way to Cyrodill.
*flashback over, 6 years later*

As an adult now, you felt like you ruled all of Nirn. Your parents were dead, and so was almost every other relative in your family. There was one person left, but you weren't very fond of her. You had no one to love, and no one to hold you back from doing the things you wanted to do. And what you really wanted to do was go home back to Skyrim. So you did just that.
*few days later*
You woke up to someone asking your name.
"Hey, what's your name, and were you caught crossing the border too? Caught right in the imperial ambush?" A deep voice asked.
You looked up, and opened your mouth to say your name, but you were interrupted by a guard yelling at you to shut up.
You wanted to say something, but decided against it. You kept quiet until the wagon came to a stop in some little town the man sitting across from you called Helgen.
As you stepped down from the wagon, a slipped, and the blonde
man caught you.
"What's your name?" He whispered.
"My name is Y/N, what's your?"
"Ralof, my name is Ralof."