Right Under My Nose (a Skyrim story)

Prologue

{a note from the author lol: okay so first of all the rest of this story will be written in first person. Secondly, I would seriously appreciate it if you readers would vote/comment your thoughts!! Thanks haha bye}

--Prologue--

Life is unfair.

That's what Nilya was screaming inside her head, over and over. It had just happened.

It meaning the death of her parents.

The night was cold and dark. The stars shone brightly above, as they usually did in the province of Skyrim.

There were other things beside the stars that were bright, though. The fire blazing in young Nilya's wooden house, for example, was also bright.

She was awakened rather rudely by the smell of smoke and the heat of a fire. Nilya's small house was engulfed in flames.

Nilya was scared, and she was worried about her Mama and Papa. Their little house in the Pine Forest was going down in flames, up in smoke. She had to get out. Luckily, there was a small window just next to here bed, so Nilya climbed out.

The air outside offered little relief, Nilya was already burnt along her legs and arms. Luckily, the burns weren't too bad, but by Talos, did they hurt! Nilya's skin was now a bright red.

The little girl stumbled about for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dark.

Then she heard screams.

Coming from inside the house.

Horrified, Nilya ran towards the other side of the highly flammable wooden house, to where her parents' bed was.

"Mama! Papa! Hold on!" she shouted, trying to get inside the house without being burnt to a crisp.

The screams stopped.

Nilya stopped trying to get inside. She knew they were gone.

She began to cry.

She collapsed onto the grass and simply cried. She cried and sobbed and wailed until she realized something.

Crying would not help her. There was no getting her parents back.

So Nilya steeled herself. She vowed to never cry again, because it was just a waste of time and energy, and didn't help anyone.

And Nilya ran to Falkreath.