"Your name shall be....Shayera"

Sera was the child of a Nomadic Redguard tribe in the Alik'r desert of Hammerfell. Born as Shayera, Sera spent her early years alongside her tribe wandering across the vast deserts and mountain ranges of Hammerfell in relative peace, but one that wouldn't last. While making camp somewhere near the border of Cyrodiil, the tribe was ambushed by a large group of bandits in the dead of night. Shayera's parents quickly hid her in one of the tents, before running out to try and save whoever was left of the tribe. That was the last time Shayera saw her parents.

"Shayera, stay under the sheets and don't say a word, your Father and I will be right back. We love you."

Eventually the sounds of clashing steel and screaming men finally stopped, and the dead silence of the night returned, Shayera crept out of her hiding spot to find her parents. She knew they would be mad if they saw her running out, but she was scared. Scared that her mom and dad would never return... And she was right. It was a massacre, the bodies of her fellow tribesmen were strewn across the ground. Their wounds still fresh and their blood still flowed out their wounds, though they themselves lie motionless. A deep terror struck Shayera, a sudden cold rushed throughout her body, yet she was covered in sweat. She ran around the camp in panic, her eyes rapidly darting back and forth, trying to find her mom and dad. But the more she kept looking, the more hope faded. In her exhaustion, she tripped over one of the bodies and passed out.

"She's alive! Thank the Nine!"

When she awoke, Shayera found herself in the arms of a teary-eyed man. His tears dropped unto her cheeks as he greeted her with a wide smile. The man looked to be around his thirties, and was donned in steel and red cloth. It appeared that an Imperial patrol had stumbled upon the camp in the morning.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"No..."

In fact, Shayera couldn't remember anything, not her family, her past or even her name. Her body shut her memory away, to protect her from the horror she saw last night.

"What about your name?"

"My name is... S-..Sh-...-era..."

"Sera, huh? That's a beautiful name, my name's Faulkner, and you'll be okay now Sera, I promise."

The man then lifted her up and carried her away from the scene, and they rode to the nearest Imperial town. The ride took almost half a day and was silent, and Sera had not the strength to speak, mustering what energy she had left to cling onto Faulkner.

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Hope you guys enjoy this small story on Sera's past. What happened to her was tragic, but Faulkner did not lie when he promised that it will be okay