Okay, so, it's been awhile since I've posted, sorry, or got on (also sorry), so I might've missed some stuff, like, for example, where to post Skyrim fics. So I hope I'm not posting this in the wrong place.
PROLOGUE
My father always said that thinking Giants were friendly is everyone's first mistake. And usually their last, too.
For me, he was wrong on both accounts. My first mistake was killing that gorram chicken. The Giants were after I had escaped from prison.
So now I'm a fugitive. Yes, I know, I shouldn't have killed the chicken. That was the start of my domestic animal killing spree (or, at least, that's what they called it. I called it getting leather and meat.).
My father always told me I was a one-in-a-million kind of kid. Of course, if there are five million people in Skyrim, that means that there are four other kids exactly like you.
Well, I found those kids, and now we five teens of Skyrim are all fugitives together.
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