The Peacekeeper

Chapter one: The Stranger known as Devari

 It was an average day for the people of Whiterun when a figure approached the gates. He was shrouded in rags and mysterious with barely any of his face showing as he entered the stronghold. He received glances from guards and citizens. They were wary of the of this stranger that had come to their town. It wasn't until the figure removed his hood to reveal the face of a young man, maybe about twenty, with long wavy black hair that had blonde ends so light they resembled fresh snow. His eyes were unique because they were so different, one a warm golden color, the other, an icy blue that would send chills down any Nord. His pale complexion would make anyone think he was a Nord, but his skinny body would say Breton or something similar. What stood out about this person was the large scars that started at the edge of his jaw and stretched across his throat. Once he revealed his face onlooker no longer paid mind, he was a stranger yes but no longer a mysterious stranger. He walked past the houses and the marked eyeing at the food, trading a few loose septims for a loaf of bread.

The stranger made his way to the tall tree that stood in the center of the hold and looked at the building in front of him, Jorrvaskr. It was everything he was told it would be, a home for noble warriors. Sitting on the bench parallel to the building he picked at his bread as he focused on the building as a man ranted about Talos across from him.

"Are you going to join the Companions?" A young voice said.

The male looked beside him, and there sat a small blonde girl looking up at him.

"If they let, yes." The male said, "but I might not be strong enough for them." the girl hummed.

"Don't worry, if its something you're committed to they will let you in, I've seen them accept grown men smaller than you; they didn't last long, but they were let in!" The young girl said happily trying to encourage the male.

"You sure do know a lot. Where are your mother and father?" This question caused a wave of sadness to flood the young girl's face.

"They're dead." was all she could say. The male looked at her with eyes full of sympathy. He took the bread he had and tore it in half, giving half to the young girl.

" My father is dead too, I don't know about my mother though, but she's not in my life." the male stated, "It's an awful thing when we lose our parents, but we can't let it stop us."

"Stop us from what?" The little girl questioned with confusion in her tone.

"Surviving," he stated. the girl nodded, and they sat in a moment of silence as they took a bite of their halves of bread.

"I'm Lucia by the way." She said softly.

"Devari," the male said as he rose from the bench.

"That doesn't sound like a normal Nord's name," Lucia stated.

"I guess I'm not a normal Nord." Devari retorted as he removed his cloak and handing it to Lucia. "for the cold nights." he said before he started towards Jorrvaskr.

Lucia looked at the thick cloak as one her father used to wear. The mantle of a farmer she thought. She smiled widely as she thanked the man and scurried off to wherever she first came.

Devari stepped through the doors of Jorrvaskr, getting hit with a wave of heat from the fire. He looked to a brawl between a dark elf and a Nord woman that had been going on in the free space. Devari silently watched as they brawled not wanting to take anyone's attention from the excitement. He was taken off guard when a red-headed armored woman turned him around.

"I know you, you watched us take down that giant outside the gates. Weren't much help were you?" she said in a tone that was only slightly spiteful.