"Tell us a story, Stormie!" shouts a cub. "Yeah, tell us one!" insists another. "Okay okay," says Stormie. All the Khajiit cubs scoot closer to hear a well-known story. "It started when I came here to Cyrodiil from Elsweyr..."

A young Breton, found and raised by the Companions since a young age, has been trained in the way of the Warrior the nine years she's lived with them. Aela, a motherly figure to her, and Vilkas and Farkas, annoying brothers she never had, told her magic was evil, and soley for Daedra-worshippers. Elwen had believed them, sucking in the Nordic beliefs like Black-Briar mead. But why, on her seventeenth birthday, does she start to develop a skill for magic, the one thing she was forbidden to practice? With her heart soon set on leaving behind the way of a Warrior, and joining the ranks of the scholars at the College in Winterhold, Elwen trains hard to master the Arcane, and endures a wild adventure of love, heartbreak, near-death experiences, and cannibalism all the way through. Not to mention her role as Dragonborn and the pressure of the Civil War...

These are simply short TES fanfictions. Most of them happen whilst I play under any of my many OCs. Have any requests? Leave me a comment! :)