The Ghost Origins :Book One(A Skyrim FanFiction)

Death

Death is everywhere here in Skyrim. In caves, houses, even chicken coops. Death is everywhere. The first time i ever experienced death was when i was fourteen. My girlfriend Angel died. Her father was the jarl here in Winterhold. One day as i walk to her house to see her i hear her scream. As i run to her house i see a mage... no wait a necromancer stumble out of her home and he looks directly at me. "Ha hahaha, why hello little boy are you here to see the jarl? Well him and his family decided to take a trip. TO OBLIVION!" NO, YOU DIDNT KILL THEM. IF LYDIA IS HURT YOU WILL DIE." "Oh is Angel there daughter? Well sorry looks like im about to die then. Her pussy was oh so verry tight." That was it. He wouldnt live. I.Will.Kill.Him.And.Everyone.Who.Crosses.ME! I launch forward hitting him in his worthless face. "Gahh. Why you little fucker." He says as he swings his staff out hitting me right in the face. Knocking me out, but not before he stands over me and says, "If you want to kill me, find me. I am Knahaltar the dragon born." That day all those years ago made me who i am today. After that i joind the mage guild to master all magics. By the time that was done i was twenty two. After that i joined the dark brotherhood. At the same time i studied to become a scholar. After i gained enough knowlage and honed my fighting skills i was twenty nine. I soon after joined the imperial army and quickly moved up the ranks. One day i was in riften and heard grave news. The jarl died. And me being his thane, court wizard, and his advisor (not to meantion arch mage at the mages guild and one of the top generals in the emperor's army) was made the new jarl. Obviously i accepted but just so i could relax for a while. Eventualy i met a girl. Her name was Angel. She had pink hair and purple eyes. Hips and an ass that any man would send his soul to oblivion for, and perfecr sized boobs. And as a bonus she was a Kajjit to. We must have been an odd couple me having black fur accented with neon green and neon green eyes, and her with her pink fur with deep purple eyes. But alas we were in love, and our age wasnt helping eather. Especially my job was taking a toll to. After three happy years of marriage we have two kids. They were twins, a boy and a girl. He was a dark green colour with purple eyes and she was pure white eyes and all. "Witch, demon, godess, sighn." She was called. Even though. Most thought badly of her she was our little angel. And my son on the other hand, was a totaly diffrent case. Strong willed, quick, smart, agile, and handsom. Perfect child he was called.but he had a flaw, a huge flaw. He couldnt use magic. Me the arch mages son cant use magic. Most didnt know this i did however and i accepted it. Now once my children grew to the age of 15 both of my children knew what they were doing in life. My son Scyth, was undergoing studies to become an emperor one day and my daughter Aby, became an orical. It turns out that she was the pure colour for a reason, so people would note her and her powers. Now i was fourty four and i was ready to start. I had enough time to hone my skills. What was i ready for? Well i was ready to be feared. Yes i loved my wife and children but i needed to find Knahaltar and kill him. Even after all these years i havent forgotten what he did to her. Yes death is everywhere in Skyrim.