A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at writing fan fiction so I will ask any readers to point out errors they see, give any advice they may have, and keep their expectations low. I got the idea for this story from A Skagosson Tale by Spectrin0 which is posted on the Alternate History forum and from Whales and Unicorns: A Skagosi SI by Lost Carcosa on Space-battles. I hope neither author is offended that I drew some ideas from their work but if they are they may contact me via PM on this site.

My first life was not a terribly joyful or exciting thing, now that is not to say that there weren't good times or that I lived my entire life in misery. I was born in British Columbia, Canada during the year 1950. My parents were both Indians who lived on their reserve, they were neither harsh or cruel but also not terribly close to me. They were former students of the residential school in a nearby town, and I think that experience shaped who they grew up to be.

Much of my childhood was spent with any of my mother's parents, my grandparents. They lived in a small cozy house that lay on the edge of town, it was a squat building with a faded grey exterior and boarded up windows. It was with them I learned about my culture, of animal spirits who helped prepare the world for humans, of monstrous things that sought to cause great harm, and of mischievous tricksters who defeated those monsters. It was these tales I think that helped prepare for some of the challenges I would face in both lives.

Along with cultural tales from my maternal grandparents, I also learned about living on the land from my paternal grandparents. How to hunt, gather, and fish; to provide for myself. They lived in a small cabin located in the woods near the reserve. I was made of logs and had no running water but I loved that cabin. I explored those mysterious woods with my grandfather time and time again. When I was not listening to tales or learning with my grandparents I was often running around the reserve, fighting and bonding with others on the reserve.

I was intelligent as a child and it showed in school, I had a great fondness for books and was particularly drawn to history. I did well in all my classes and was well-liked by the staff. Unlike many of the people on the reserve, I was dedicated to completing high school education and hopefully moving on to university where I could pursue my passion for history. I worked hard in school and eventually achieved my dream of gaining a scholarship

When I was in university I cut many ties on the reserve, becoming arrogant in my success. I focused solely on learning more about history. I focused my studies on learning on the late medieval ages and the renaissance, and how inventions in these times pushed for increased populations and how that pushed for changes in the societies of the time. My research was not confined by European advancements but also Asian advancements and even branched into how certain knowledge and plants from other continents brought great changes to countries.

I grew lonely over my years away from the reserve and decided to return back after I finished my Ph.D. By the time I had returned to my hometown, my parents had already passed due to liver problems and one of my grandparents remained. Only my maternal grandmother was left to live in her lonely small house on the edge of town. It was, overall, a sobering reminder of the mortality of our world and slap in the face about my failures as a son. I decided to work from home to take care of my final grandparent. I faced cold refusal from former friends that I had ignored as I pursued my degree when I tried to reconnect.

So then I spent my middle years in that small house, trying to take care of my ailing grandmother. I kept up my research as best I could but felt the sting of having little contact with other humans. When my grandmother passed I spent what little I had saved for a modest funeral and burial. In my grief, I had become greatly intoxicated and fell down the steps outside my house. I assume that my neck was broken for I heard a small snap and then the darkness took me. It was an ignoble end for a poor fool.