Author's note: OK, so this is rated M out of the fact that war and lawlessness of people on the road causes shit to go down. I know that this has been done before, but some of the stories were dropped by the authors or the authors had other things and never came back. This whole story will follow the main character through the world of Skyrim without the two main DLCs, Dawnguard and Dragonborn. Maybe I'll do a couple more stories where the main character will do them. Anywho, I own nothing, Skyrim belongs to Bethesda and whoever else that made it. Oh! Before I forget, those that like Undertale should look at the story I've posted called Between Flowers and the Void. I'm working on it with this one. OK, let's start!

Prologue

Glancing out of the bus window, I watched as the black clouds rolled over my town. I let out a soft sigh, annoyed. Whenever there is a thunderstorm, my whole block's power goes out, making me lose valuable time on my senior essays and any chance to sneak some time to play on the Bunker family Xbox. I only just finished a good part of Skyrim's main game, only to find out the night before that my profile on the Xbox was deleted by my idiot brother as a prank. Letting out another sigh, I hit the call button before standing as the bus came to the stop.

As I got out of the smelly bus, mentally reminded myself to get my car fixed, I pulled off the hood of my fuzzy coat, causing my chestnut colored hair to tumble out and fall over my shoulders and over my face. Blowing the locks of hair out my mix colored eyes, one sky blue and a forest green, I blame my grandfather for them, before becoming annoyed enough to just push the disobedient hair back with my hands. Walking to the bus bench, I sat my backpack down before fishing out my old style, but cute, flip-phone out of the plain bag. Punching in my father's new number, I'm too lazy to put it in my contacts, I called him. He picked up on the second ring.

"Bunker." He answered the call in his cold business tone out of habit. I held back a groan, still surprised he hasn't recognized my number even after I put in my own ring tone for when I call.

"Hey dad. I'm just calling to let you know I'm almost home." I pull the bag back on, walking down to the corner and cross. I hold the phone strap down as I walk, annoyed that it moves so much as I walk and talk.

"Oh, sorry Anika. I was expecting a business call about now." His tone relaxed and made him sound so much older, his chair creaking can be heard through the phone. He really needs to get a new one. "I'll be home late and your mom should be back from the trip on Friday." I forgot that mom went to Germany for her birthday with her friends last night. It was so sudden, that we gave her our gifts before she left with them. This is sadly evidence that my parents might split up after nineteen years of marriage.

"It's good, dad. I have my keys and I know how to cook. Ben won't be home until after cram school, so I'll make some dinner for the both of us." Ah, yes. Ben. The fourteen-year-old spoiled brat that bullies the over students to do his cramp school work. I'll put some laxative pills in his food for deleting my all hard work.

"OK Ani-bear." I cringed at the nickname from my childhood, hating the fact my friends use it now after they came over for a school project and heard him continuously call me that. "I have to go. See you tonight." He hung up without letting me say goodbye. Flipping the phone closed, I turned the corner and went up the driveway of my home.

It looked so warm and nice on the outside, but living in it for my whole life, I know different. Ben was born to see if he will keep the family together, but it did almost nothing for it. I shiver some and walk slowly to the front door, unlocking it and heading inside. I lock it and drop my bag by the door before glancing in the common room, noting the gaming console still hooked up. Hmm… I have a couple hours... I thought to myself and went in.

The room was painted in a cream white with some pictures of the family on the walls, a couch sat in the center of the room, a large trophy case holding trophies from my fencing torments and my brother's trophies for singing competitions and mathlete championships. It's not that I can't sing or be a top class student, its that I don't find it as much fun as stabbing people with a foil or out-witting them in a pary. My winning foil lays on the top shelf with my helmet I won in. There is a coffee table in front of the couch, a ten thousand piece puzzle and the TV control on it with half of it done, mom did most of it herself after some last night fights her and dad got in. The last things in the room is the 60-inch flat screen on the wall with the Xbox 360 connected to it and the wired controller, it being wired was to keep me or my brother from throwing it through the window again.

Grabbing the TV control and flipped the TV on to channel 3 before clicking on the Xbox. Taking a pillow from the couch, I plop it on the floor as I log into my account and start up Skyrim. I hit the 'Options' and select the setting for level difficulty and made it Expert, not trying it before. Backing out to the main menu, I hit 'New Game', seeing the dulled 'Load' and 'Continue' choices, cursing Ben. I set the controller on the pillow and go to get a drink, knowing the Helgen cut scene takes a bit.

Coming back with a water bottle, I move the controller and sit on the pillow and look at the screen, seeing that it's almost time to make my character. Opening the bottle, I take a sip and take the controller again, watching the screen. What I saw as the camera moved to show the character's face shocked me.

It was already made.

The character had shoulder length, chestnut colored hair. Mixed colored eyes, one the color of the sky and one the deep color of the forest. High cheekbones and a button small nose. She was biting her lip and her face held no makeup or dirt.

And she wasn't wearing the burlap prisoner clothing.

She was wearing a fuzzy coat like mine with the same t-shirt as me. I could already tell she was wearing jeans.

Just like me. The character on the screen was me.

Letting out a nervous laugh, I click the Xbox off then back on. It was still on that screen. I tried to back out and go back into the game. I waited through the whole cut scene and to the character creation part. Nope, still me up there. At this point, I didn't hear the storm starting or the rain pouring. The lighting or the roll of thunder didn't catch my eye or ear as I stared at the sick joke on the screen. Standing up, controller in hand still, I moved to unplug the Xbox from the wall.

A flash of lightning caught my eye then the sudden BOOM outside. The lights flickered and the outlet sparked as my hand had closed around the plug. Screaming, the electricity shot through me, my hands tighten their grip on the plug and the controller.

Then suddenly, it went black.

And suddenly it was kinda cold.

Well! I know, it sounds cheesy and all, but if I went, "They fell asleep holding the controller and 'poof!' they are," I'll be hanged. So, being zapped into the game during a thunderstorm would make some sense. And I made her a fencer because of all of the other, "Oh no! I'm in the game!", ones had the person be a damsel turning into a kinda bad ass. Warning for the next one, there will be heads rolling. Anywho, thanks for reading this, review if you have any questions or suggestions!