Chapter 1: I wish
Sulivan opens his eyes to find himself in a white space surrounded by more white space. An eternal space of never dying brightness, it would be really fucking annoying for anyone to ever want to live there; that's why darkness and light exist one to illuminate our surroundings when we want to understand what's around us and the darkness to blind us in a comforting black blanket that most would fear even when they see it their whole existence.
He tilted his eyes a millimetre to the right and saw a black hooded figure standing there as if it was there for a long time.
He closed his eyes for a second only to find the figure in front of him. Sulivan was slightly scared but chose not to scream as what's the point, he's already dead.
"Good." smiled the figure as he removed the black death-like robe's hood."You might be wondering why you are here when you should be in hell."
Sulivan nodded with his head.
"Although you did kill people, you have done more good than bad, as the ones you killed were major sinners who would've hurt millions because of their ambitions. Thanks to that you have gathered tremendous amount of good karma that's why I'm willing to reincarnate you in any universe you want." an elderly face of a man smiled as his grey hair was swept back by his palm as it was touching his eyes."Along with 9 wishes."
Sulivan grabbed his chin and was thinking more than even the thinker.
"I was originally going to grant you 12 wishes but since you killed the sinners, even if they are sinners killing is still a bad sin so I took away 3 of your wishes."
"Meh." said Sulivan as he really didn't give a damn about wishes,"I guess I'd want to reincarnate in the Elder Scrolls Universe."
"Okay. Now you can state your wishes." the old man kept smiling.
"1) I want to be reborn as the dragonborn.
2) I want to have status, appraisal and Inventory.
3) I wish to have powerful Dragon bloodline with abilities.
4) I want to have a powerful body cultivating technique.
5) I want to be able to access a store that sells modern necessities from Earth.
6) I want a ring that makes be the best at smithing, enchanting and alchemy.
7) I want to have full counter, the full version.
I want to save the last wishes"
The old man also rubbed his chin as he heard the wish list of Sulivan, he was thinking things through as he heard Sulivan's requests.
"If I give you want you want, what will you do with it? What is going to be your life goal?"
"I want to conquer Tamriel and leave a big mark on the world, I want to be an adventurer, I want to be a warrior, I want to be a teacher and a father; I want to be what I wasn't and couldn't be. Basically to just have fun." smiled Sulivan
"Just like everyone says, you really are childish. I see you want to go on a journey of self discovery as the many years of constant boring repetitive daily cycle and assassin activities had made you empty."
Sulivan tilted his head slightly.
" I wanted to ask but who are you?"
"You already know who I am. I am god, I am a being that exists yet doesn't exist. I bless people, govern souls, create life and grant death. I do many things because I am everything yet at the same time I am nothing, I am a contradicting mystery that loves everyone." smiled 'God'.
"I knew it." said Sulivan.
"Wish 1, you will be the dragonborn. Wish 2 granted with the highest appraisal, detailed status as for inventory you will have to meet requirements to upgrade the capacity. Wish 3 I will grant you the bloodline of Drakon the Dragon God a dragon that ate a universe with a single gulp, this bloodline will grant you control of all elements, give you a dragonic transformation, resistence to diseases and poison, make you x10 times stronger and grant few more abilities, you will acquire it when you reach the age of ten. Wish 4 You will receive the Celestial Breaker Body Technique, the one who has mastered it can beat those being that call themselves gods with just a single finger. Wish 5 Yes you can have access to a store that sells all the stuff you need from your world. Wish 6 You will receive the ring at the age of ten. Wish 7 I will send the technique to your brain when your 20 years old. Good Luck" said God as he waved like a salute.
A purple light engulfed Sulivan as he disappeared into the darkness.
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4E 180
Sulivan opened his eyes as he saw two people holding him together as if he was a baby, wait...he was a baby, the man had blonde hair and blue eyes with marble skin and buff body that man was nord.
There was also a woman she had long beautiful black hair with golden eyes, her skin was slightly tanned but it wasn't ugly as it was beautiful as chocolate, she was a redguard. Sulivan instantly knew that he was their child.
"It's a boy. Thank the gods, thank you Zanila for giving birth to our son, Gulon's and Zanila's son. You can have the honour of giving him a name since you just won a fight." smiled the Nord Gulon with such warmth that it would melt any woman's heart.
" Let's call him Solomon, a pretty name for a pretty baby don't you think not only that but it has a powerful aura to it. Don't you think?" she smiled back.
"Yeah, it does. From now on we'll call him Solomon." cheered Gulon.
Gulon was a warrior that was famous but not to a great extent, as he had a few feats during the great war years ago, where he fought a pack of thalmor alone and barely got out alive this earned him respect from his fellow warriors. Meanwhile his mother Zanila was a famous baker that made the best cookies that were better than sweet rolls. The couple both lived in Cyrodill even tough they came from other provinces.
[5 years later 4E 185]
Ha!
Solomon was having a sparring match with his father in the garden using wooden swords, his father this year just started teaching him ordinary swordsmanship as he and his mother wanted Solomon to not only defend himself but to also become a powerful warrior just like his father.
HIYA!
Solomon managed to slide under Gulan and when he was behind him Solomon struck Gulon's spine or at least he thought he did but Gulan easily stopped it whilst not even facing Solomon, Gulan then kicked like a donkey as he kicked backwards at Solomon's face sending the kid flying.
"Ah!" roared Solomon from pain and tears were about to drop from his eyes.
"That was wicked. Your father likes your cunningness in battle, son. But you always have to be careful even when you think you are winning. Remember this my son...Life Is Not Fair! However you can make it better for yourself if you get stronger until no one messes with you." said Gulon as his palm touched Solomon's shoulder to console his son.
Meanwhile Zanila who was hanging the clothes on the string in the garden, was smiling at the cute scene of a father and son bonding she even released an 'aweee', how can a wife not be happy when the family is loving and peaceful. She wishes this could last forever.
[3 years later 4E 188]
Bang! Bang!
"Come out we know you are here! Talos worshippers! If you don't open the door! I Will! Destroy your Ancestors Grave! Filthy Wrecthes!" said a thalmor agent as he kept hitting the wood and steel door of the family manor.
A pregnant Zanila ran up to Solomon who was ready to jump out of the house and kill them however his mother had stopped him.
"Child, you must escape they have captured your father and now they are after you! Take this!" She gave Solomon a big bag of coins that had thousands of septims in it. " Follow me I'll show you a hidden exit, you'll take a carriage to hammerfell and tell them to Zarbon Farm where your Uncle Zarbon lives tell him I sent you." said Zanila as she bearly managed to drag her enraged son whilst pregnant.
"But I'm strong enough to take him on! I can take them all on!" raged Solomon, "I won't let you both die!"
Then another shout rung out.
"Fine! Death it is then!!!" shouted the thalmor agent as he sent a fireball at the door sending that door flying.
As the thalmor agent walked in, the smoke slightly clouded his view. Solomon ripped himself off Zanila's grasp and got the nearest object he could find which was a silver candle-holder with a hot burning stump of wax.
Just incase if he were to be immediately assulted, the thalmor agent gathered some flames in his fist, he was going to cast 'incinerate'.
Boom!
As he was ready to release the spell, a hot object burnt his left eye as he released the spell. Solomon has stabbed the thalmor agent in the eye with the hot wax/candle to try and stop the stupid elf but it was too late as the fire hit the back of his arm giving it luckily a second degree burn as the spell went flying up the ceiling and grazed past Solomon's hand.
Solomon wanted to cry but he managed to get out of this exchange with less damage compared to what the thalmor agent has as the elf's left eye from now on became blind. Now the elf was a one eyed elf, now he has an 'epic' tale to tell his fellow elves on how a little man kid managed to blind him and not die.
"YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY!!!" screamed the elf but before he could do anything, solomon kicked the elf in the crotch rendering the elf unconscious. Suddenly a lot of thalmor were closing in on the manor.
"Come on Mom! Let's get out of here!" said Solomon as he tried to drag his pregnant but she was too stubborn and Solomon wasn't willing to accidentally hurt his mother whilst forcing her to move as he trained in Celestial Breaker technqie in the first out of two-hundredth level and could push a small tree with all his might down.
"I'm not going, I have to be with your father! I know he's alive! I can't go without him!!!" shouted his mother with frustration.
"Mom...think about the baby..." said Solomon as he was about to tear up he didn't want to lose his family.
Suddenly energy returned to the mom as she realised that the thalmor are about to barge in the house with full force. She mustered all her strength and threw Solomon across the other end of the house. She immediately sprinted towards him, opened the cellar and before Solomon could react she threw his body inside a tunnel. She then went back up from the cellar and closed it whilst hiding the key under the floor carpet.
Solomon abviously crawled out of the soiled tunnel and tried to smash open the door of the cellar but it was too late the thalmor got his mother and took her away. With no other choice he honoured her wish and went through the tunnel and escaped. As he exited the back, he saw a carriage with iron bars holding his mother.
Seeing the sight before him Solomon was crying, he might die from crying to much, seeing his mother in the enemy hands ready to be slaughter truly truly saddened him. Suddenly a very warm feeling took over him but it wasn't the positive one it was the negative one, He Felt Wrath!
His black hair waved about as his brows frowned and his golden eyes slowly changing to ruby red.
"Thalmor...I promise I will kill you!" whispered Solomon coldly like the wind.
And with that he waited till night to sneak to another city, as they lived in a grassland, and the next day used the money he got to hire a carriage to his uncle's farm, it was very far away so he had to pay over one thousand gold out of seven thousand gold to get there.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I want to go Zarbon's Farm in Hammerfell please."
"In Hammerfell? If I recall correctly it's the one in Gilane right?"
"...Yeah" said Solomon not really knowing where but it definitely must be there as Zarbon is a weird name that only his uncle would've had. He complied.
"Climb on back and we'll be off." said the cart man.
[2 years later 4E 190]
years ago when Solomon arrived to his uncle's farm he saw a beautiful grassland, with many crops such as rice, wheat and corn. He met his uncle and told him what happened, his uncle instantly got sad and hugged Solomon whilst crying because he just found out his sister died and needed emotional support. Over the course these 2 years since he was in that tunnel to now he always looks back on the situation and how differently things could've gone; how he could have saved his mother but it's already too late now and this makes Solomon extremely sad, he simply can't move on as he's traumatized.
Furthermore, his relationship with his uncle has been great as the chocolate man's brows would raise and his eyes holding love as if he was his real son and he would whisper under his breath,'May the sword be with you'. He'd get the same amounts of food compared to his cousins and aunty. His uncle's family accepted him, well mostly as one of his cousins disliked him for petty reasons such as eating a lot.
Solomon would go out on his own to hunt some animals to eat since the food his uncle prepares wasn't enough and he did not feel right asking for more.
He would also train during those 2 years with more dedication and rage, he managed to reach the peak of the first level and now with 25% less effort than previously he could move a small tree. He was steadily progressing with the celestial breaker body technique and his swordsmanship is recently hitting a bottleneck.
A week ago he got his Dragon God Bloodline activated and he found the ring on his finger (a jade ring with a red diamond). Once he received the bloodline pupils have turned into slits and when he gets angry his eyes turn red, his strength has increased by ten times and now he can crush a boulder the size of a door. He also went to a local town smith and created his first sword out of wood that could cleave through gold and cut rusty iron.
[Name: Solomon]
Race: Nord (half-redguard)
Age: 10
Health: 540
Magicka: 1000
Stamina: 800
Sex: Male
Status: Healthy
Bloodline: Dragon God
Techniques: Celestial Breaker (1/200), basic swordsmanship (3/3)
Spells: N/A
[Powers: Nordic Frost (daily), Adrenaline Rush (daily), ???(blocked), ???(blocked),???(blocked)]
(A/n: I can't be bothered doing attributes as I'll spend alot of time thinking and always changing. I would confuse myself so I can't be bothered. Sawwy :p)
Furthermore he also took the occupation as alchemist and made many good potions that even the more experienced alchemist were jealous off even when they knew the ingredients their potions efficiency was very low compared to his.
[Craftman's Ring]
[Effect: It gives the wearer profound knowledge of alchemy, smithing and enchanting. It further increases the strength of your creation by 10000%.]
[Durability: Unbreakable]
[Only Solomon can wear it.]
Right now Solomon was practising his swordsmanship in the moonlit night as the small moon secunda was behind him, Solomon's messy swordsmanship started to look more like a dance as every single movement and swing was being refined every second.
Little did Solomon know was that his uncle, who would usually sleep at this time, was currently staring at his display of skill. His uncle was taken a back by this display and kinda made him feel respect for his nephew, as he thinks that Solomon right now is training to avenge his parents, he can feel his nephew's determination.
Uncle Zarbon walks up to Solomon,"Child, tell me, do you seek to avenge your parents?"
"Yes! I do." said Solomon who was woken from his trance and was surprised when he was found out by his uncle.
"I can see you from the way you practised that you are at the peak of a beginner and without a teacher you have been training, I admire your determination but you cannot progress very fast without a teacher, so I tell you what...I'll train you."
"Really! You would train me in swordsmanship uncle zarbon?"
"Don't call me uncle! Call me Master Zarbon when we train. Our family, your mother's and father's, were both blood of powerful warrior clans, our clans represent courage and bravery to other people, can't have coward simply claiming our bloodline unless they prove themselves. I was once a great swordsman in the past when your mother was just a year old I, her older brother, was already known as one of the best warriors throughout Hammerfell, I could fight with the Alikir but as I aged so I lost my strength however you are young. From now on, I'll train you in a higher art of swordsmanship. And you'll one day have to slaughter the Thalmor Bitch High Justiciar otherwise I'll kill you, okay. "
"Yes! Sir!" saluted Solomon as they immediately started their training.
[11 years later 4E 201]
Solomon now is 21 years old, during those 11 years he has been training with his uncle and faught many warriors and soldiers from Hammerfell even some kings and made friends with his uncles friends such as the king of Gilane Yokun who also taught him a bit.
Few years ago he met some mages that were travelling and they needed supplies so they visited his uncle's farm. Solomon managed to barter with a few mages and got their old spell books that he uses to understand magic and learn more from some theoretical books that he also got. He learnt basic spells such as flame, fireball, healing, soul trap and oakflesh; he was also starting to develope his own spells that were going to be far greater than these spells. His uncle wasn't really happy with Solomon studying magic but he still let Solomon as he isn't the one who truly decides his path.
Solomon has also been practising unrelenting force the first word of power 'fus', it was hard to train as he needed to use his own understanding, but he didn't understand anything so he had to play with it until he finally learnt the first word of power in 4 years and then the second word 'roh' which took him 2 years. He reached a bottleneck in learning the final word 'dah' so he learn the first word of whirlwind sprint 'wuld' in 4 years and now currently he's learning the second word 'nah'.
Solomon has also been improving his craftsmanship in smithing, alchemy and enchanting and he could if he wanted to craft a set of daedric armour then he could if he put some thought into it but decided against it and simply crafted himself a set of steel armour and a steel sword which were very strong compared to normal ones along with strong enchantments and few fortify health and stamina regeneration.
[Steel Armour]
[Armour Rating: 100]
[Durability: 10000/10000]
[Enchantment: 300% healing rate, 300% magicka regeneration}
[Steel Cuffed Boots]
[Armour Rating: 76]
[Durability: 10000/10000]
[Enchantment: 85% Magic Resistance, 200% increased speed]
( A/n: the increased speed enchantment trying to logic in my head would be like; reduce the friction and drag that slows the human body down. This enchantment reduces twice the friction and drag(air resitance))
[Steel Nordic Gauntlets]
[Armour Rating: 76]
[Durability: 10000/10000]
[Enchantment: Increase Magicka by 100 points, reduce 25% cost of spells]
[Solomon's Steel Sword]
[Damage: 90]
[Durability: 1000000/1000000]
[Enchantment: Deals 35 points of Chaos Damage(randomly between fire, ice or lightning)]
[Potion of Vitality(x5)]
[Completely restores Health, Magicka and Stamina]
Solomon was dressed in ordinary blue tunic with yellow pants and had the full steel armour set, his steel sword, a yellow hooded cloak that was engraved with blue swirling patterns and took all the gold he had made over the years( 9000). He headed off to cyrodiil where he used to live but found the whole house burnt down to ash so he decided to head off to Skyrim and have a look exploring that area.
Solomon was heading through the Eastmarch border on foot which took him a week using 'wuld', outside Dark Water Crossing just before he could arrive at Dark Water crossing he decided to take a nap next to a tree using its roots as pillows.
"I'll just take a little nap and then I'll immediately be in Skyrim tomorrow morning once the sky is bright again, I'll zip my way through. Treasures ready to be taken by me." mussed Solomon before closing his eyes.
Solomon opened his and saw a familiar scene before his eyes.
Hey you! You are finally awake you were trying to cross the border right?" said a blond nord dressed in blue.
'Oh shit it's Ralof!' shouted Solomon in his mind.
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