hershangames
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Hi guys, long time since my last post! I wasn't quite sure about this fanfiction but, in the end I did it, so here it is: a fan fiction about Hershan. Before you start reading there's a couple things you should know:
-The first 2 chapters will be a bit short, but from the 3rd one, It'll get longer and better
-Trhoughout the story, some drastic changes in the political situation if Skyrim and the Empire will occur.
-Some important events may be explained very quickly and without much detail, note that it's not a fault in my writing, it's to emphasize the fact that the main character doesn't care much about it.
Well, here it is, chapter 1!
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CHAPTER 1: TRIGGER
Hershan was a young khajit, just a few days from being 10. He was playing in the vast fields that surrounded the farm he lived in.
He then saw Dahlier, the young girl that lived not too far away. He loved playing with her, and even if he'd never admit it, he liked her. He received her with a smile.
-Hershan, I have to tell you something-his smile quickly dissipated in anticipation.-
-What is it?
-My dad says...-she looked at her feet nervously.- my dad says I can't play with you anymore. He says you're too poor.
-What? But why?
-I told you, you're too poor
-That's no reason to leave someone!-he was clearly pissed off.-
-I'm sorry Hershan, but goodbye
She turned back and walked away.
-Listen!- Hershan shouted- One day I will be the emperor of Tamriel! And on that day you will remebaer what you said today!
Dahlier looked at him for a brief moment and kept on walking. Hershan put on a strong face and entered the face, but deep inside he cried.
Years passed and Hershan stopped being the friendly khajit he once was. He had become cold overtime, opening himself only to his parents. His dream of becoming emperor had't faded, but he never found the resolution to leave Elseweyr.
He was 20 now, strong and very capable. He had to help at the farm, but even so they had barely enough to eat. From time to time, his parents left to the city to sell the harvest.
-Hershan, your mother and I'll be leaving again. Take care of the farm while we're gone.
-Dad, you're always leaving, I know what to do already.
-Just sayin'
-Yeah, yeah, be careful on the road
The following days were a piece of cake to Hershan, cleaning the house, feeding the animals... He knew it all like the palm of his hand, he even had time to spare and sit on the grass. One day, as he was laying in the grass, he saw two soldiers arrive. He quickly stood up and went to see what they wanted.
-Are you Hershan?
-Err...yes, why?-he didn't quite understand what was happening, but he knew it couldn't be good.-
-Yesterday a patrol found an attacked caravan in the road...
No,no, could this be about his parents? Had something happened to them?
-They found two dead bodies in the scene...
No,no,no,no,no,no
-They were identified as Vashar and Unjja, your parents.
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-The first 2 chapters will be a bit short, but from the 3rd one, It'll get longer and better
-Trhoughout the story, some drastic changes in the political situation if Skyrim and the Empire will occur.
-Some important events may be explained very quickly and without much detail, note that it's not a fault in my writing, it's to emphasize the fact that the main character doesn't care much about it.
Well, here it is, chapter 1!
-------------------------------------------
CHAPTER 1: TRIGGER
Hershan was a young khajit, just a few days from being 10. He was playing in the vast fields that surrounded the farm he lived in.
He then saw Dahlier, the young girl that lived not too far away. He loved playing with her, and even if he'd never admit it, he liked her. He received her with a smile.
-Hershan, I have to tell you something-his smile quickly dissipated in anticipation.-
-What is it?
-My dad says...-she looked at her feet nervously.- my dad says I can't play with you anymore. He says you're too poor.
-What? But why?
-I told you, you're too poor
-That's no reason to leave someone!-he was clearly pissed off.-
-I'm sorry Hershan, but goodbye
She turned back and walked away.
-Listen!- Hershan shouted- One day I will be the emperor of Tamriel! And on that day you will remebaer what you said today!
Dahlier looked at him for a brief moment and kept on walking. Hershan put on a strong face and entered the face, but deep inside he cried.
Years passed and Hershan stopped being the friendly khajit he once was. He had become cold overtime, opening himself only to his parents. His dream of becoming emperor had't faded, but he never found the resolution to leave Elseweyr.
He was 20 now, strong and very capable. He had to help at the farm, but even so they had barely enough to eat. From time to time, his parents left to the city to sell the harvest.
-Hershan, your mother and I'll be leaving again. Take care of the farm while we're gone.
-Dad, you're always leaving, I know what to do already.
-Just sayin'
-Yeah, yeah, be careful on the road
The following days were a piece of cake to Hershan, cleaning the house, feeding the animals... He knew it all like the palm of his hand, he even had time to spare and sit on the grass. One day, as he was laying in the grass, he saw two soldiers arrive. He quickly stood up and went to see what they wanted.
-Are you Hershan?
-Err...yes, why?-he didn't quite understand what was happening, but he knew it couldn't be good.-
-Yesterday a patrol found an attacked caravan in the road...
No,no, could this be about his parents? Had something happened to them?
-They found two dead bodies in the scene...
No,no,no,no,no,no
-They were identified as Vashar and Unjja, your parents.
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