Thank you to @SamanthaPerry0 for helping me realize there needed to be an introducing chapter here.

The sun set on the mighty hold of Whiterun as Jarl Balgruuf the Greater sat on his throne lazily. His face a careful mask of a smile covering the ultimate anger held within.

The cause of said anger? The small 3 year old boy running around his throne room buck naked, chased by his father and servants. The young Nicholas' giggles echoed through the halls as Nich ran a little too close to the Jarl and he scooped him into his arms. The village people who came to the castle to visit Balgruuf smiled with him as he held the smiling boy and tickled his stomach causing him to giggle more.

"Thank you milord" Jorlain laughed, reaching for his boy to take him and scold him "You young man need to stop interrupting the Jarl..."

Jorlain walked away with little Nich still smiling happy as ever, leaving the Jarl to his people. The Jarl slumped in his chair, once more engrossed in his thoughts ;That child will be trouble for all, best get him trained and ready early on..... Stroking his beard the Jarl came to a conclusion. He would participate in the training of young Nicholas son of Jorlain of Riverwood.

7 Years Later....

"Now Nicholas!" Jemini the favored female warrior of Riften and Thieves Guild member said loudly. "Begin!"

Nich stepped one foot forward and swung the heavy wooden sword one handed in a diagonal arc from left to right, the dummy stopped the sword so Nich pulled it out then spun counter-clockwise and swung his sword down two-handed  fast from right to left cutting open the chest of the dummy and causing straw to spill out. He brought the sword out, past his leg with his right hand, behind him and around to above his head then down in a two-handed strike that spilt the dummy's head in two embedding in the wood. Drawing his daggers on his back hip and spinning again he swung the right dagger in a horizontal arc in front of him then began the motions of contering and blocking an invisible opponent via crossing his blades and using invisible openings in the dummy's defense to stab its almost empty chest.... The dummy never stood a chance.

Panting, Nicholas stopped. Nicholas turned to look at his mentor's scrutinizing gaze, usually the only response he got was a "you need to do better" or "your swings are than my grandmum's, and she's dead!".

"You are getting better." Jemini said with a nod, much to Nich's surprise. "I suggest trying to back up in between dagger strikes to minimize the chance of a sword user putting you at a distance. Now today is different, go get any weapon you wish from the rack and it shall be yours to keep" 

Nicholas' face lit up in surprise, HIS VERY OWN WEAPON! Nicholas practically skipped to the rack, much to the amusement of his mentor. On the rack laid every steel weapon imaginable, from swords to daggers and bows scythes. (yes i realize scythes don't exist in skyrim I just really want Nicholas to use a scythe) Nich felt power emanating from the scythe,  its grey steel blade only permeated by the swirling black and gold engravings that stretched to the very tip of the blade. Little notches and spikes littered the length of the thin blade and it spiked back through and around the fine wooded and curved handle with basic leather grips.

Nich grabbed the scythe and instantly felt a connection to this weapon. This was his weapon. 

1 Year Later......

Nich focused and his left hand, it lit with a comforting controlled fire. Smiling and drawing his hand back, he closed it into a fist then shoved it forward opening the hand which caused the familiar orange flames to exit his palm. The familiar draining of his Magicka was felt in his gut as he stretched his pools to the limit and attempted to grow them. 

"Now Nicholas! use your right hand to regenerate your magicka pool faster! It will allow you to use your spells longer" the court wizard Farengar says encouragingly. Nicholas brings his right hand closer to his head and focused on controlling the current beam of flames and using another spell to regenerate his Magicka. His hand began to glow and Nich began to get excited, losing focus his hand began to become a orange glow and he was blasted in the face by another column of flames. Farengar laughed and demanded that Nich 'do it again'. This time Nich was determined to complete his task.

3 Years Later.......  

Now of age fifteen the Jarl sends Nicholas on his first quest, to aid people on their way to the capitol of Whiterun. Which leads us to now when Nicholas was marching through the woods, his homemade pack which held his extra robes and daggers. There is a cry from the easy that cuts narrowly through the woods, barely heard but still there. Nich charges towards it. 

Upon getting nearer the cry is dropped to a whimper as Nich sees a blonde haired man in blue robes with his fur booted foot caught in a bear trap. Blood is splattered everywhere and the man's leg is hanging by only bone. Nich rushes and drops into a slide beside the now startled man. Getting his pack off Nich digs a health potion and focuses on the spell 'Heal Other' then applies the spell to the wound and hands the potion to the man who greedily drinks it up. 

"Hold still friend,  your going to go to sleep for a bit but i'll take care of you." Nicholas says carefully,  never losing eye contact as he dug out his self made self enchanted black and green ebony dagger with a paralysis enchantment and a bright white leather grip. Slowly he cut a line 10 cm long on the man's arm, one cm for each hour of rest; then put the dagger away in the sheath on his back hip. The man now out cold and snoring softly made a soft cry as Nicholas slowly pried the bear trap back and threw it in his pack for later. He began to use the Heal Other spell again and healed the rest of the man's leg back together. All that's left is a thin scar from where the skin knit itself back together that wraps all the way around the man's leg.

Backing away Nicholas prepared the Mage Light spell to cast once the sun was down  which would give him a minute of clarity in the darkening clearing. Nich set set up his tent and put the man away in a proper sleeping space with a borrowed set of Nich's blankets. 

Scouring the area Nich searched for any signs of recent people, only finding the footprints of the man he had helped. Returning to the campsite Nich secured his pack inside the tent and gazed at the used bear trap. Picking it up Nich takes it and sets it up just outside the clearing to the west, where he had entered the clearing. 

Climbing into the makeshift tent Nich flopped down on his bed and fell asleep to the midnight grasshoppers and night sky, opposite to the injured - snoring - man.

Little did Nich hear or know, someone else had gotten caught in the bear trap and they had friends. But they were not the blue robed man's friends.