"I was born under the constellation of The Mage. That is mostly all that I know." Without a memory and hardly any belongings, Sorcier has traveled all over Tamriel to discover what secrets lay dormant behind the closed doors of his past. However, when he finds himself committing the crime of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time, his past becomes less of a concern for him, and he realizes that his future hangs tightly by the threads of fate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Skyrim Fanfiction! (sorry if its not that good. pls give it a read though?) ALSO I don't own Skyrim whatsoever, nor the NPCs that are mentionedAll Rights Reserved