User blog:The Nameless Lancer/Blood of the Daedric Prince - Prologue

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen of the Elder Scrolls wiki. My name is The Nameless Lancer, and this is going to be the prologue to my first fanfiction on this wiki. I've made many of these on the Bloodborne wiki, and would like to make one on this wiki. Keep in mind that this is a fiction, so it shouldn't be considered canon. I hope you enjoy this story. This prologue, as well as chapter 1, is going to mainly be exposition. This prologue is not amazing, and is very short. Regardless, I hope you like it. Here we go:

My name is Sparda. I am a Nord, and have lived in Riften all my life. My mother died when I was only 7 years old. I've never met my father, but my mother told me a lot about him. She said that he was a hunter, and that he disappeared while on a hunt. In the seven years before my mother died, she raised me as a daedra worshipper, but told me to keep that fact a secret. The daedric prince that intrigued me the most was Hircine, Prince of the Hunt. He seemed interesting, and was the prince that I worshipped the most. The Divines didn't interest me. The worship of one divine was even forbidden.

After my mother died, I became homeless. After living on the street for 8 years, a man named Brynjolf took me in. He was a high ranking member of the Theives Guild, and thought that I could be a good thief. I was only fifteen at the time, which made me the youngest member of the guild. Despite being younger than everyone else, everyone considered me to be their equal. I was always good at being stealthy, so I was good at my job. I stood out from everyone, since I didn't wear the normal Thieves Guild attire. Instead, I wore a black hooded vest, dark red sweater, and khaki pants. My hood hid most of my face, since I get shy very easily. I also had many weapons on my back that I had collected from various places. Some of my fellow guild members thought that I was strange due to the way that I dress, but I never cared.

I was a member of the guild for 10 years, when the most interesting day of my life happened.....

That concludes my prologue. Sorry if it was boring, but I was running out of ideas. The rest of the story is going to be really good. Tell me that you think in the comments.