These worlds aren't real, it's just a game but with most of the world playing. But something goes wrong, I do wrong. Have you ever felt like your trapped in a a game with no hope of getting out. Well, here's my outlook and my explanation. I got the game a little late but people were still playing, I feel bad for them now. I'm not asking for people to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me. But I want you to understand. Just that..... nothing else...... (This story will change in viewpoints throught the story for a better outlook.)

Karl has lived the same, old, boring routine. He tended to his parents' ever-growing land, he stalked his kills in the woods with his friend Nia, which he would then sell to some interested merchant. He has harvested, hunted, and haggled his entire life. All he ever dreamed of was to become a Legionnaire, a decorated soldier of the Imperial Legion. Yet, it seems his dreams were too far to accomplish. But, when an unprecedented disaster strikes the homestead, Karl realized he has been given a second chance to change the course of his life, and to chase the dream that he had always wanted. Unbeknownst to him, the Legion were having problems of their own. Fresh off another major military loss, and the recent death of their Emperor, the Legion was in total disarray. Unluckily for them, an elven-supremacist group known as the Aldmeri Dominion, is stirring up for another great war. Rated PG-16 for violence, foul language, and some explicit innuendos. This is a FANFICTION! I do not own the Elder Scrolls series. That right solely belongs to Bethesda Softworks.