Part 1
(Little short, sorry)
Seven year old Aecius ran up and on to the wall which was the gate of Helgan.“Nice job, brother.” Said Aecius’ older brother, Aenise. “As Dunmers we are naturally stealthy. You and I are going to need that as we grow. You understand?”
Aecius nodded his head as a smile grew on his face. His brother being the only person to look up to, Aecius enjoyed lectures like that.
“Hey! What are you two doing up here! Shew!” A guard yelled at the two boys.
They both jumped down. Aenise landing perfectly on his feet, and Aecius having to roll. They walked towards the house that they stayed in. After all it was empty since nobody bought it. As they walked in Aecius heard a noise and whipped out his dagger.
“What are you doing, brother?” Aenise scratched his head. “It is most likely a simple rat scurrying out of here.”
Aecius sheathed his dagger slowly but still had his hand gripped on the handle. He and Aenise walked in and sat down on the hard, wooden floor. Aecius shifted his weight to try and get a more comfortable position but couldn’t. Aecius got up and started to the door.
“Where are you going?” Aenise asked.
“To get us something to sit on.” Aecius opened the door and walked out.
Aecius walked up to a window in front of a furniture store. He smiled as chairs lined the room. Along with some tables and beds. Aecius looked around the little house to look for a way in. A grin slowly crept on Aecius’ face when he saw a chimney. When night came, Aecius climbed on the roof and into the chimney. As he slowly slid down the chimney, Aecius started to feel hotter. He looked down and saw a fire had just been lit. Aecius managed to climb back up. As he stood on the rim of the chimney, he fell back in. His face started getting burnt.
“Help! Please I’m burning!” Aecius yelled in pain.
The shop owner ran over and started pulling at Aecius’ sleeve. After one last pull Aecius was out. But his face was burnt.
4 years later.
Eleven year old Aecius stood with his 14 year old brother on top of the Companions’ house in Whiterun. There was a scar that ran down the right side of Aecius’ face from being burned in Helgan.
“Brother,” Aecius cleared his throat. “Do you think that this is the way we will always be? Thieves trying to live by stealing?”
“There always is the Thieves’ Guild.” Aenise suggested. “But that’s a long journey. It’s all the way in Riften.”
“On the other side of the Throat of the World.” Aecius included.
Aecius pulled out his map of Skyrim. As he studied it, he pointed out to Aenise the Throat of the World and then Riften.
“Come on Aecius. Do you have any money?” Asked Aenise after checking his coin purse.
“30 coin!!” Aecius smiled at his achievement.
“How did you get such money?” Aenise was surprised at his little brother.
“Skill.” Aecius replied.
“Well you shall show me this…skill tomorrow. Right now we should get some rest. Come on, brother.