"For Gods' sake!" Teldryn Sero x Mixed race! Amnesiac! Childlike! Reader

"I Forgot where I began"

DISCLAIMER: I use the word "bastard" a lot. This is used in the term of someone born from parents not married or from another taboo relationship. If you are offended pack your shit and leave cause this story will continue to have such language sprinkled throughout.

Rest.

You just needed time to rest.

Time was a luxury.

Therefore sleep was also a luxury.

This was a simple principle known to all, except though who could afford such luxuries.

For the others, however, when they saw even the smallest chance to take claim to the luxury of rest after days without, and without having to pay, they would take it.

While time is a luxury many can't afford, this is not to suggest it is the only thing in life that must be paid for. Everything in this world is to be paid for.

A female reclined inside a space between an aged fort and a hollowed log which had somehow found itself propped to the side of the buildings horizontal wise.

One may wonder why she would seek refuge in such an odd location, rather than take comfort in whatever accommodation that could be found within the walls of the fort. The reasoning is simple enough, a band of men dressed in leather, steel, and red clothed gear was taking refuge inside. Men with bows and arrows, swords and greatswords. Men who definitely seemed keen on keeping others out while being careful not to be seen outside the walls.

While the conditions were not favorable, fatigue demanded that they would serve it's purpose fine. Besides, every good bastard knows how to be served absolute shit on a platter from the fates and plaster on a huge grin and say "thank you", not risking on the off chance that saying "no thanks" and complaining would take away the little they had along with what was given.

And so this bastard hadn't hesitated to crawl into the snowed, cold, and damp crevice the wall and log created to rest the weary eyes of the unwanted traveler.

And when dawn broke and the sound of activity could be heard outside the pathetic shelter, the bastard only though "time to go", and not a second thought to trying to get even a second more of rest.

Nothing in this world is free.

And those deeply unfortunate must pay even more.

The weary bastard crawled out of her nightly home, fatigued and disoriented from the combination of lack of sleep and having just woken from slumber, just so that her mind didn't process the "activity" was the sound of a fight. An ambush to be more specific.

And the bastard didn't get the chance as the last moment the bastard witnessed was a face full of steel as a soldier had been knocked from the fray, resulting in the body flinging onto the bastard granting the weary rest in the form of a clean knock out, and a probable concussion.

Misfortune comes from any and everywhere and is easy to spot. But the bastard knows how to see the great fortune granted in every misfortune.

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Time Skip
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'It's so cold, and windy' the small female thought to herself as she was slowly waking.

'But it feels so nice to sleep...' so she decided she would continue to when she became more aware of herself as she tried to a just herself to a more comfortable position. She realized to things: she was sitting leaned against something slightly squishy but mostly hard but also furry? That and her hands were bound.

Panic rose in her as she shoots her eyes open to take note of her hand bonds. Had she been kidnapped to be eaten?!

She became increasingly aware of her surroundings: the carriage, the horse, the blond man who sat across from her and the other man whose shoulder her head was leaned with a rag in her mouth dressed in black clothes and furs.

'What?! Ohmygods too close! I'm sorry random sir. But wait, is he the one who has me kidnapped?!' She thought as she panicked, severely misunderstanding the situation.

To clarify this young maiden was named (y/n), the bastard women from the beginning of our tale. In this wagon on the highway to sovernguard she was joined by a blonde rebel soldier, a petty horse thief whose thoughts jumped from hatred for the misunderstanding to fear he would never see his gay lover again who awaited word from him in Rorikstead, a Jarl- who dear (y/n) awoke reclined on and still is to busy worrying over her made up danger-and leader of previously mentioned rebellion, and another stranger who would soon earn a name for them self in this land of Skyrim. This stranger was none other than the Dragonborn- although no one even said stranger knew of this- and while their story may be interesting this story isn't about them.

But about out bastard who for once in life had been granted a gift, the gift of shedding her previous identity of a bastard but at the cost of losing all of her identity.

But that just means she now has to make a new one from scratch.