Home. What is that, and where is it? Home is where ever I roam.

For as long as I can remember, I have spent all my days wandering the roads and hillsides of Skyrim, where adventure finds me as often as I find it. I can weave spells with an inborn talent like no other. I can summon allies to help in battle. My silver swords are my own making. None who try to test me can withstand against my magic. I am a sorceress and need no one but me.

As a child I knew that I was different from other children that I met, but never understood why. Now, as an adult, and after killing a dragon, I discover that I am called Dragonborn. Although I am a person in looks, I am told that I have the soul of a dragon. I wonder if it is true that I can lay claim to dragons as being my ancestors. One day I will know for my search is never ending in finding the truth.

As for others and what they think of me, no one really knows the real me, and I prefer to keep it that way, for I am a mystery and thrive on being so. Just as tales of my prowess grow, the hearing of these tales in fact delight me. I am called the Dragonborn, the Dovahkiin, but it matters little what others may think of me for I am what I am. A sorceress with untold power. Due to my great powers, and the awesome extent of my powers, I am subject to laws that others will never experience. My laws.

So heed my warning when I say,

Do not meddle in the affairs of a sorceress, for they are subtle and quick to anger. I am the Angel of Death and the time of purification is at hand. Just as darkness does not always equate to evil, light does not always bring good. By spell or by magical weapon, through my veins flows the magic blood of Ancient Wise Women and Ancient Elders.