The Chronicles of Dar'Jon: Book 1(New Beginnings)- Prologue

• Posted by DemonicChihuahua April 19, 2015 - 605 views

  There once lived a young boy who was raised in Valenwood, but he was not like the others. In fact he seemed to have more hair than the entire population put together. That boy, was me.

   

  My name is Dar'Jon, with a heavy stress on the "J", so more like Joan then John, a highly common error made by most non-furry beings.  I am a khajiit, raised by two bosmer parents. My bloodline is unknown to me, but this one knows that this one did not originate from Valenwood, however, this one cannot remember anything of my life in Elsweyr.

   

  I had two little brothers and one sister, all were fellow bosmer, so not kin by blood, but kin by oath and contracts. One may notice I said "had" and that is no mistake. Unfortunately, before I would be considered an adult, my family of bosmer were slaughtered in front of my eyes.

   

  This one does not know who it was, but they had a very shiny steel sword, one not of Valenwood origins. One does not know why kin were killed, but one does know one will get vengeance one way or another.

   

  In grievance, this one traveled to Skyrim, in hopes to gain more information and get away from bad memories. One promised that a pilgrimage to High Hrothgar would eventually be made, although, not how this one expected.

   

  When crossing the border from Valenwood to Skyrim, this one ended in a jumble and was captured by Imperials and the Aldmeri Dominion. One does not know what went wrong, but this one woke up and found oneself being sent to the block, which is not good. This one likes having a head and does not wish to lose it anytime soon. Luckily, or unluckily, a big black dragon landed and saved this one's head.

   

  After escaping the ruckus, this one left what used to be Helgen and made it's start of a new life, heading towards Riften.

   

  And this, my friends, is where my story begins. This one apologizes when slipping between this one and I, it is simply out of habit as this one is conflicted between Khajiit and Bosmer talk.

  
  Author's Note: Hello, I'm Demonic Chihuahua, but you can call me Demonic. This is the first look of my fanfiction series. I hope to be able to update every Saturday/Sunday, but sometimes I face conflicts, such as writer's block, clouded schedules, plain old laziness, etc. So I apologize in advance if I stop updating, just keep harassing me(within reason), and I'll get to it. This story is told in the perspective of Dar'Jon (pronounce the "J" like a French "J", so not like Gone or John, but more like Jon, with a heavy stress on the J, like the Martian Manhunter in  DC comics). Sometimes I slip between "I" and "This one", and that's because I'm not the best at Khajiit talk, which is why I play it off like it's simply natural or "habit" for him. But this story is best read in a Khajiit accent.