The Legends Of Skyrim {SANDERS SIDES}

Over The Years...

A woman ran screaming from a giant wolf. The beast had left its' pack behind to chase after her, and it was gaining. The poor woman sobbed, stumbled and wailed, pressing a baby close to her bosom as she fled.

"Help!" She pleaded. "Someone, help! Please!"

The wolf snarled loudly, it's' paws pounding loudly and it howled loudly out to the sky, making many birds scatter from the trees. It snapped it's' jaws as it pounded after the crying woman. Further down the path, the woman's' husband suddenly realised how far he had let his wife fall behind. He screamed out her name and began to run back up the path but he'd be too late, noted the Nordic boy that was sitting alone in a bush.

The small boy stood and slid his broadsword into its' scabbard. Stretching his arms, he glanced at the hill he'd be running up. Then he began to sprint, charging easily past the man as he listened carefully for the crying woman and her pursuer. The young boy bolted up higher and higher until he launched himself at a blur of grey fur, tackling it to the ground. He wrestled with the large, spitting beast then fumbled with his broadsword. He slammed the sword into the wolf's' belly and it's' struggles vanquished instantly.

Realising she was no longer in danger, the woman stopped running, breathing heavily, and turned to thank her saviour who was not who she had expected.

The boy stood up, and gave her a shy smile. His skin was well coloured from years of living outside, he was muscular yet bony. His hair had plenty of gold highlights in the light brown majority and his eyes glistened like sapphires. "You don't want to take a baby down these paths, miss," The boy said quietly. "The wolves smell 'em and think it's fair game."

The woman's' husband finally appeared, exhausted, by the top of the path and he rushed over to hold his wife and child in his arms. He then turned to look at the young boy, who was simply wiping the blade of his sword clean on the grass.

"Thank you," He breathed in relief.

"No problem," The boy answered brightly. "But you're gonna want to keep an eye on your wife and stop marching on ahead."

"Is there any way to thank you?" Asked the woman hopefully. "You saved my life."

The young boy thought for a moment. "Do you have any food? Or money?"

"Yes, yes, of course," The man claimed, quickly rooting around in his pockets. "Here you go, it's not much but it's all we can spare.

Grinning gleefully, the boy took it. "Thank you, kind Sir. May the dragons bless your soul."

The couple exchanged a glance. "How old are you?" Asked the woman gently.

"I'm thirteen, ma'am."

Her eyes widened. "Goodness, you can't live like this at such a young age! Please, come with us. We're moving to Whiterun, I'm sure we can spare a few rooms for you. It's the most we can do."

The child shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. I've got things I still need to do out here. But, don't worry," He smiled brightly. "I've got a place to go and I can handle myself."

"If you're sure," Mumbled the man, pulling his wife closer. "Just know you can come to us, too. What's your name?"

The boy beamed at them. "Roman. Roman Wolf."

The girl was about fifteen and she knew she shouldn't have done it. She had strayed from the safe confinements of Solitude and she was paying the price for it. The giant was still lumbering out there, searching for her, looking for her and it wasn't going to give up. Then, a voice made her look up.