Reborn in Tamriel: SKYRIM

Chapter 1: Prologue

A man who was a fan of the 7 year old game: Skyrim, had died at the age of 28. The man then woke up, not as a man, but a healthy baby boy. He had black hair and blue sapphire eyes. In the corner of his eye, the figure of a woman came closer.

"My, have I woken you, my sweet little Marvous?" 

The woman asked in a baby like tone. She had long black hair that goes until her shoulder blade and black eyes. Surprisingly, the baby chuckled.

 In the mind of the child "Where the hell am I?" was echoing.

Shortly after, a burly man came through the wooden door. He had blond hair and a beard with bright blue eyes like the sky. After coming in, a loud chuckle echoed in the room. 

"So, has my boy been good while I was gone? 

He asked eyeing the baby then gazed at the woman. The woman looked at him and said "Yes, our little boy didn't cry." She said in a happy yet astonished voice.

With that statement, the man was shocked and grabbed the baby and into the air. With another loud chuckle, he spoke. 

"You might be growing up faster or you inherited my nord stubbornness." 

He said while looking at the baby. The woman chuckled in delight at the sight of her two boys bonding. When the woman stood up, the man came closer and hugged her and the baby. 

"I love you, Torrus." 

The woman whispered. 

"I love you too, Franiella." 

The man whispered back.

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Ten years have passed since the man awoke in this strange new world. He was being trained by his father with swordsmanship and magic by his mother for the past four years at their place in Kvatch.

The boy however, kept a secret. He can see a menu much like in the game he liked before he passed away.

Restoration at level 82, Illusion at level 78, Destruction at level 94, Conjuration at level 87, Alteration at level 89, Marksman at level 65, OneHanded at level 88, TwoHanded at level 79, LightArmor at level 98, HeavyArmor at level 77, Sneak at level 99, Pickpocket at 100, Lockpicking at level 100, Enchanting at level 100, Alchemy at level 100, Speechcraft at level 97, Block at level 99, and Smithing at level 100 with all the perks to that certain level has been learned.

His magicka and stamina are in the 10 000s and his health is in the 9000s. After his sword training, his mother called them for lunch. He didn't know that there was news. 

"So," 

his mother started. 

"How was your training, Marvous?" 

She asked.

The boy simply nodded a yes with a thumbs up while munching down his food. The mother then gave a warm smile to her son. After a few minutes have passed, the boy stood up. He looked at the sky then proceeded to warm up. Upon stretching his arms and legs, his father walked towards him.

The boy seeing his father look at him made him smile then both of them took a fighting stance. They were now training in close quarters combat. A few short seconds of silence took place before the two dashed at each other.

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After long hours of training, the sun has set and the two collapsed on the grass from exhaustion. The older man sat up and rested his back on a tree that was close to them. Heavy panting is the only thing that you can hear aside from the soft and gentle breeze. A door opened revealing a happy looking woman. She eyed the two before making a warm smile then she sat between them, pulling her son to her lap and her husband to her shoulder.