Hi!! This is just a short story of what I think happened before the main story of Skyrim kicked off, hope you enjoy!!
“This wasn’t right, this couldn’t be happening” they thought to themselves sprinting through the forests of Cyrodiil. The tears stung and their feet were raw. They hadn’t meant to kill the man but it was too late. In order to escape there was no other choice than to run.
“Run! Dammit run! You need to run!” The terrified one thought to themselves.
It wasn’t their fault they had been born with a unique gift…a voice that could shatter eardrums, and could possibly move mountains. Their parents were less than happy about this on the day this child was born, the two guardians despised this baby. A child that could kill so easily? No sane person would want that.
The parents never named this child for the shame was too great.
The parents ordered the child to always speak in whispers. The parents kept the child locked up but still trained the child relentlessly how to wield a sword. But the child was disconnected from the outside world. The child never learned of the nature of others, never about Tamriel or the legendary heroes that surfaced from all over, the Nerevarine, the Hero of Kvatch…those names never met the child’s ears.
Now the exhausted youth was sprinting through the forest North with nothing but a sack of moldy bread they had stolen. Desperate to escape from the wrath of their hometown of Bruma, they could think of nowhere else to go but north to the province of Skyrim.
The repercussions of the killing of the man were surely going to be severe, perhaps maybe as severe as having the Dark Brotherhood sent after them.
But the matter of survival had to be first priority now.
It was starting to get cold, the individual started to see their breath come out in puffs. They knew that Skyrim could not be far but the fatigue was slowly gaining.
Their vision was blurry and their legs stung. It had at least been over a day since they escaped the mob of angry villagers but they knew that a potential assassin could not be too far behind.
Suddenly, they stumbled and fell. Down, down, down…
The feeling of ice pierced their skin as the ability to take in air was stopped. The sensation of drowning was strangely peaceful, the individual thought after the initial panic had ceased. They were too exhausted to fight the currents and slowly succumbed to the arms of the frigid waters…
Then voices came.
“What shall we do with them, Captain?”
“We don’t have the time for this...we take them with us, they can die along with the rest of the rebels”
Their vision was going in and out...blurry to nothing. The last sensation they remember was the feeling of harsh rope rubbing against their wrists…
Abruptly, there was rocking and a jolt but then more calm rocking. Then they came to, they were seated in a wagon of all things. The land was brighter than they remembered and much more snow covered the ground. The men around them weren’t familiar in the slightest and none were speaking until one blonde haired man spoke…
the most canon ending of fable 2 having sparrow wishing for the needs of the many will never not be bittersweet to me. sparrow's whole life has been preparing to defeat lucien and avenging rose. they've never once had a choice in the matter because that's their destiny. whether they're happy about it or not, they have to be the one to save the world.
and at the end, when it's all over, they get a choice to bring back their family. their sister, who was the most important person to them, their beloved dog who's been with them through most of the journey, and any possible family they had.
but in the end they choose to sacrifice nearly everything they've ever loved just so everyone else in the world could have a chance at that kind of happiness. to lose everything their whole life and live with this grief, only to throw their only chance at happiness away for the rest of the world no doubt hurts.
i'm sure sparrow felt like it was the best option, but they'll still grieve AGAIN. and after that, the other heroes all leave sparrow alone, even hammer who became sparrow's best friend. they're left alone in this grief, but the world is safe and everyone else is happy.
I live for the idea of legendary heroes bearing an uncanny resemblance to one another. Such as the Hero of Kvatch and the Last Dragonborn sharing traits of their personality or even looks.
Same thing goes for heroes like the Warden, Hawke, and Inquisitor all bearing some sort of similarities to each other. I can just imagine Cullen and other characters getting a bit shaken up by how similar the three look or act.
Or the protagonists of the three main Fable games (well it would make sense since they’re all canonically related).
Prob going slowly insane from a lack of canonical relationships with people
In the game, Paarthurnax says that when the Last Dragonborn learns the Dragonrend shout they must take the evil into themselves…basically confirming that after this point in the game the Last Dragonborn is likely mentally and morally unstable
So every time the LDB uses Dragonrend it takes a bit of their soul, hence fogging their morals more
Tries to overcome their inborn Dragon nature to dominate but succumbs to it after defeating Miraak leading to isolation
I HC that the LDB wanted to take the jagged crown for themselves
This isolation leads them on a quest to find all the Dragon Priest masks
Once they get all 8 dragon priest masks they get
Konarik
I also HC that Konarik is meant to be the LDB’s given Dragon name
Hi!! This is just a short story of what I think happened before the main story of Skyrim kicked off, hope you enjoy!!
“This wasn’t right, this couldn’t be happening” they thought to themselves sprinting through the forests of Cyrodiil. The tears stung and their feet were raw. They hadn’t meant to kill the man but it was too late. In order to escape there was no other choice than to run.
“Run! Dammit run! You need to run!” The terrified one thought to themselves.
It wasn’t their fault they had been born with a unique gift…a voice that could shatter eardrums, and could possibly move mountains. Their parents were less than happy about this on the day this child was born, the two guardians despised this baby. A child that could kill so easily? No sane person would want that.
The parents never named this child for the shame was too great.
The parents ordered the child to always speak in whispers. The parents kept the child locked up but still trained the child relentlessly how to wield a sword. But the child was disconnected from the outside world. The child never learned of the nature of others, never about Tamriel or the legendary heroes that surfaced from all over, the Nerevarine, the Hero of Kvatch…those names never met the child’s ears.
Now the exhausted youth was sprinting through the forest North with nothing but a sack of moldy bread they had stolen. Desperate to escape from the wrath of their hometown of Bruma, they could think of nowhere else to go but north to the province of Skyrim.
The repercussions of the killing of the man were surely going to be severe, perhaps maybe as severe as having the Dark Brotherhood sent after them.
But the matter of survival had to be first priority now.
It was starting to get cold, the individual started to see their breath come out in puffs. They knew that Skyrim could not be far but the fatigue was slowly gaining.
Their vision was blurry and their legs stung. It had at least been over a day since they escaped the mob of angry villagers but they knew that a potential assassin could not be too far behind.
Suddenly, they stumbled and fell. Down, down, down…
The feeling of ice pierced their skin as the ability to take in air was stopped. The sensation of drowning was strangely peaceful, the individual thought after the initial panic had ceased. They were too exhausted to fight the currents and slowly succumbed to the arms of the frigid waters…
Then voices came.
“What shall we do with them, Captain?”
“We don’t have the time for this…we take them with us, they can die along with the rest of the rebels”
Their vision was going in and out…blurry to nothing. The last sensation they remember was the feeling of harsh rope rubbing against their wrists…
Abruptly, there was rocking and a jolt but then more calm rocking. Then they came to, they were seated in a wagon of all things. The land was brighter than they remembered and much more snow covered the ground. The men around them weren’t familiar in the slightest and none were speaking until one blonde haired man spoke…
Welp no shame. This is pretty old, but some nice bonding moment between Sparrow and Reaver cause why not. Posted this on AO3 so feel free to read it over there as well but I'll also post it here cause why not.
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What was she doing here honestly? Out on the seas in Reaver’s stupid prototype ship. No sails, it only ran off of steam produced by coal that would turn some device propelling the ship forward. Honestly though, this could barely pass as a ship. It was barely bigger than a fishing boat. Sparrow guessed it made sense since Reaver had never tried this out before and there was no point in spending a lot of money on something that wasn’t going to work. So far, it was doing pretty good.
Sparrow was actually impressed. She didn’t take Reaver to be an inventor. But knowing him, he probably stole some of these ideas from someone else and just had the money to actually make it. Sparrow kind of didn’t care. It was pretty peaceful. She stood at the front of the boat, leaning against the railing watching the water part in front of her. There was no land around them, just the open sea. It did make her slightly nervous to be around so much water with no land.
Still, it was the most peace she had gotten ever since...well since she was born. It was kind of sad that this was the only time she had ever experienced peace within her life.
“Enjoying the view?” a voice came from behind her.
Well. Peace ruined.
Sparrow looked over her shoulder at Reaver who was wiping soot off his face. “What were you doing?” she asked.
“Oh well, turns out the coal will run out. So unfortunately I had to shovel more into the engine. Now I’m all dirty,” Reaver complained looking down at his clothes.
Sparrow rolled her eyes and motioned to the open water around them. “You have an endless source of water to clean your clothes,” she snorted.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Reaver rolled his eyes. He joined her at the front of the boat and leaned against the railing. His arm brushed against hers, but she didn’t move.
“Please tell me this thing will get us back to Albion,” Sparrow clucked looking around. “We got this far and there is no longer any sort of land in sight.”
Reaver chuckled. “Of course it will get us back. I calculated how much coal we would need to power this lovely thing and got a little extra. Besides, due to its size, it’s not going to consume much.”
“Yeah about that,” Sparrow started. She pointed behind her to where the wheel was. It was on a deck above what she had assumed was the one and only quarter on this floating hell. There was also a small trapdoor that led to the “engine”. “Why is there only one quarter?” she asked.
Reaver smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Well, to save on space obviously,” he drawled. “Besides, you don’t mind sharing a bed with me anymore do you?”
A blush spread across Sparrow’s face. They hadn’t engaged in any sexual activity, but they had slept in the same bedroll when traveling on the road when it was too cold one night. She had hated that night. Reaver had no problem snuggling up to her, but she was annoyed. Mainly annoyed because she had liked it when he held her. Liked it when had nuzzled his face into her neck. Ever since, they had shared a bed only twice due to similar reasons. Or when there was only one inn room left and it was too small for him to sleep on the floor. She had really hated being in the same bed as him because when he had held her, she didn’t push him away.
A thumb stroking her cheek pulled her out of her thoughts. She blinked a couple times and saw Reaver looking at her with a smile on his face. She frowned, but did not slap his hand away. “Can I help you?” she muttered.
Reaver didn’t say anything, he just moved in closer and brought his other arm around her back. He pulled her into him. Sparrow’s blush deepened and she froze. Part of her screamed to push him away and off overboard, but another part wanted to lean into him.
“Has anyone ever told you you are beautiful?” Reaver said suddenly, his eyes scanning her face. Sparrow had never realized how blue his eyes were before.
“Only when they were trying to get in my good graces or just wanted to throw a random compliment at me,” she grumbled.
“No one has told you sincerely?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. The hand on her cheek moved to her chin.
“N-no,” Sparrow stammered really hating how she liked him now caressing her lips.
“Well, I think despite everything you’ve been through, you are still absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered. “Stunningly breathtaking. I have never met someone as interesting as you Sparrow. You intrigue me so much that I don’t want to let you go.”
“Is that why you kept me around trying to keep me alive?” Sparrow breathed, her breath almost hitching as Reaver leaned in closer.
“Yes,” he replied plainly. “I don’t want to lose my source of entertainment.” He smirked as he said that. Sparrow had half the mind the punch him, but she was still frozen. He was so close their breaths mingled. “I find it interesting how you claim to hate me, yet I have gotten this close and you haven’t punched me or pushed me away,” Reaver chuckled. It seems he had noticed that she was paralyzed and how she liked being held by him.
“What’s the point of fighting you?” Sparrow murmured, looking away. She put her hands on his chest, but she didn’t push.
“So what would you do if I kissed you?” he whispered, gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger and forcing her to look back at him. She was one hundred percent positive that her entire face was red, even the blue Will lines that traveled across her skin could be red with how much she was burning up.
Again, part of her screamed no, but another part of her really did want him to kiss her. He had kissed her only once and that was right after the balverines had attacked her. But that had been just a small peck on the lips that lasted only a couple seconds. It was right before he offered his proposition to her. It had been a crazy year since then, but now she was on the open sea, in his arms with him literally just centimeters away from her lips asking what she would do if he kissed her.
She looked at his eyes but they were on her lips. Only when he realized she was looking at him did he look up. Sparrow had never really looked into his eyes before. They matched the ocean around them.
Her lips parted just slightly and Reaver took notice as his eyes darted back to her lips.
He took it as an invitation.
Sparrow was overcome with so many emotions when Reaver had finally closed the gap and put his lips on hers. Sparrow closed her eyes and hated how her hands moved from his chest to the back of his neck pulling him closer to her. Reaver took that as another invitation and his tongue broke through her lips. Sparrow was lost in bliss as their tongues danced together. Reaver’s arms moved right above her bottom and he pulled her closer. Their bodies were now touching and their mouths were ravishing each other. Sparrow hated how much she loved this.
Reaver had pulled away from the kiss, but he went to her neck immediately with kisses. They had turned so that Sparrow’s back was against the railing. She tilted her head back as Reaver left delicate kisses on her neck. Then her body lit up when he dragged his tongue from the bottom of her neck to her chin. Her breathed hitched and she really hated how it did.
“I didn’t think you’d allow this, Sparrow,” Reaver breathed, his mouth by her ear now.
Sparrow groaned. “Shut up.”
Reaver chuckled, but went back to placing kisses on her throat. As he was kissing her, his hands traveled down her back and cupped her bottom. She had gasped when he pulled her against him, but by some weird instinct, she wrapped her legs around him. Reaver chuckled and pulled away from her neck just to kiss her again. Sparrow’s fingers dug into his hair, messing it up, as their kiss became more and more fiery.
She hated this so much. Hated how much she loved it. Hated the taste of him. Hated how she felt in his harms. She hated everything about this, but that’s what made it better. They broke apart and were panting. Sparrow’s hands moved to Reaver’s cheeks and she just looked at him. She hated how she was falling for such a selfish asshole.
“Tell me one thing Reaver,” she whispered, caressing the heart mole on his cheek, “did you ever care about anyone before? And I mean at all.”
Reaver raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”
“Because the way I see it, there was someone you used to love,” Sparrow whispered. “And you lost them. And to make yourself never feel that pain ever again, you isolated yourself and pushed anyone who got too close away...or well just made sure no one ever got that close.”
Reaver’s mouth parted slightly and Sparrow could see genuine surprise on his face. “W-what makes you say that?” he stammered. Odd. Reaver never stumbled on his words.
Sparrow smiled and slid her thumb across his lower lip. “I found some old journals of yours. I couldn’t read them but I paid someone to read them for me. Don’t worry, I managed to erase their memory so only I know your secrets Reaver.” Sparrow’s smile widened as Reaver’s eyes went wide with shock and disbelief. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ve come to realize that you and I are not so different. We lost people close to us and went about that loss in very different ways. You didn’t want to die so you made a deal to live forever. I wanted vengeance but when I found it and lost my purpose, I didn’t want to live anymore. Somehow, I just think that makes us work well together. You don’t have to call it love cause I know you’d claim to be above such feeling, but I just think this was meant to be. At least for a time.”
The entire time she spoke, her thumb ran across Reaver’s lip and her other hand played with a strand of his hair. “Now would be the time to dump me in the ocean and leave,” Sparrow added, her tone suddenly becoming darker. “Or do you sincerely want to keep me?”
Reaver was too stunned to really say anything. Sparrow managed to say things that resurfaced old dark feelings he had refused to acknowledge ever again. She read him like an open book. It made him...nervous. But she was right. He hated to admit it, but he was actually caring for her, beyond her entertainment value. He loved seeing her yell at him, loved seeing her get feisty when people refused to back down, loved seeing her fight. Most of all, he loved it when she kissed him back. When she doesn’t push him away. They were no strangers to giving themselves away to other men and women, but he didn’t think they had ever felt so right in each other’s arms.
He knew he should stop. If he opened his heart again, he knew it would break. Sparrow already gave her life away for him. It wouldn’t be long before she started to wither away. After all, when he saw her on the beach a year later after she made the sacrifice, her hair had turned almost completely white. He knew he shouldn’t let her in, but he couldn’t stop himself. She was too intriguing for him. If he could just ignore the fact that she’d be gone in a few years, everything would be alright.
“Sparrow,” Reaver finally spoke up. “I will never let you go because you are mine. And I don’t like losing what’s mine,” he declared. It was the closest thing Sparrow would ever get to some sort of declaration of love from him, but for some reason, she liked this much better.
She smiled. “Then don’t let me go. Keep me here in this world for just a little while longer.” For once ever since defeating Lucien, she felt at peace, happy. She moved to kiss him and he met her halfway. The loss of Rose would forever haunt her, but she now knew she wasn’t alone anymore. She would stay as long as Reaver kept her here. However, she knew to keep her heart guarded. There was no telling whether or not Reaver would stay true to his word or cast her aside.
But she let herself believe that maybe he would keep her for as long as she lived. When they shared the bed this time, Sparrow let herself cuddle close to Reaver. It was going to be a rocky road from here on out, but she didn’t care. It gave her a new purpose.
one more violin vid with an attempt at bower lake- this one was a bit trickier because it’s composed for flute but with polishing it could sound nice 😧
