The frost tipped leaves blew softly in the wind. There he stood, watching the leaves on the branches of the large trees sway back and forth in a hypnotic-like state. He gazed a gazely stare at them, appreciating the beauty of the land he knew and resided in. Able to rest after many, many long days and nights of quests from the large to the small.

His name was Terrowin. A Nord of the land of Skyrim however he was better known as the Last Dragonborn. He had the Thu'um which was to be able to Shout in the Dragon Tongue. He had first learned of this ability after he had defeated his first Dragon outside the city of Whiterun, Terrowin absorbed it's soul-he was then summoned by the Greybeards atop the frozen tip of the Throat of the World. He learned control with his power and obtained many more Shouts that greatly made him quite the formidable warrior.

Terrowin had gone on many large quests, doing great deeds of valour and courage, his first was defeating Alduin. Alduin being the first born of Akatosh who was the Dragon God of Time and Chief Deity of the Nine Divines. Alduin resurrected the dragons of Skyrim and Terrowin, through many perilous battles followed him to the Nord heavens of Sovngarde where he was slain but not for long as he knew Alduin would return. The next two large quests were great ones as well, heading to the frozen and ash lain wastes of the island of Solstheim to defeat Miraak, the First Dragonborn which Terrowin ultimately did so in Apocrypha, the Oblivion realm of the Deadric Prince of Knowledge, Hermaeus Mora who made Terrowin his champion. The next was the Vampire Lord, Harkon who became obsessed with a prophecy made by an ancient vampire Snow Elf named Vyrthur that could block out the sun and have vampires rule the world; Terrowin along with Harkon's daughter, Serana, slayed the Snow Elf vampire at his fortress and with the help of the vampire hunters, The Dawnguard, Harkon was killed as well. He was ultimately killed with Auriel's Bow, an ancient bow used by Auriel aka Akatosh in the Dawn Era to shoot Lorkhan's Heart into the sea which formed the Red Mountain of Morrowind.

The year was 202 of the 4th era and Skyrim was in civil war between the rebellious Stormcloaks who Terrowin likened to racists and buffoons and the Empire who Terrowin likened to puppets controlled by the Aldmeri Dominion. The Aldmeri Dominion being a group of High Elf elitists who fashioned themselves as iron-fisted dictators. The Great War from many years ago in the 4th era did damage to the once mighty Tamriel that was seat of the Septim Dynasty. Martin Septim was the last Septim who had ultimately sacrificed himself at the end of the Oblivion Crisis two hundred and two years ago to defeat Mehrunes Dagon by shattering the Amulet of Kings and taking on the form of Akatosh.

All Terrowin wanted to do now was take care of his family without a worry in the world. He had a wife and two adopted daughters that he cared for more than anything else, providing and fighting for them. His wife was an Argonian named Shahvee, Terrowin had met her at the Windhelm Docks where she sent him on a quest to recover her Amulet of Zenithar which he did and decided to marry her away from the city of racism and frost. Terrowin adopted his first daughter, Runa Fair-Shield from the orphanage in Riften and during a second visit to Windhelm, Terrowin adopted his second daughter, Sofie who was once homeless and alone.

Shahvee was green with horns adorning her head. Her genuine smile shined bright like a summer day and it always made Terrowin feel so bubbly inside.

Runa had long blonde hair and was a very sweet girl who fit the nature of a kind lady. Sofie was near the same but tougher in personality and a bit of fighter showed in her as well.

Along with his wife and daughter, there was a mercenary/adventurer whom Terrowin took in from Rorikstead—Erik the Slayer. Erik was a kind young Nord, he had dark orange hair and a shadow of an orange beard around his face. Erik's eyes were wide and full of wonder and awe, always ready for adventure and danger. Terrowin helped train him and bring him on many smaller adventures, helping the young man get much experience as a fighter. Erik now lived at Lakeview Manor with Terrowin and his family. Erik much preferred this to a life as a farmer who wouldn't amount to anything.

Terrowin decided he was done sitting and admiring the nature of Skyrim, he leapt from his position as he walked—back to his house, Lakeview Manor which he had built for his family. Terrowin was well-armored, dawning a set of Daedric Armor, Daedric Boots, Daedric Gauntlets, and the Dragon Warlord Mask, Konahrik. Konahrik obtained through a long and strenuous journey to obtain the masks of the named Dragon Priests who resided in various dungeons across Skyrim. One by one, the Dragon priests were slain and their masks were taken. Terrowin brought them to an ancient altar in the Labyrinthian and through the help of a strange Wooden Mask that when worn, would transport one back in time—he put them on the altar and a large stone Dragon mouth in the middle opened, revealing Konahrik.

At his side was the undead's bane, Dawnbreaker which shone bright like the sun's reflection off the water. Obtained when Terrowin completed a task given to him by the Daedric Prince of Life and Energy, Meridia. At his other side was the Mace of Molag Bal, a powerful soul-trapping mace given to Terrowin by the Daedric Prince of Rape and Domination, Molag Bal.

It was a rather short distance he had walked back to his luxurious house. Terrowin maintained a garden by the right side of his house which he appreciated greatly due to the many pretty colors of the floral sprays and blossoms found in Skyrim. The sun set quickly as the orange tint of the sky faded to a color as black as Ebony with several stars shining luminously.

As Terrowin walked through the front door of Lakeview Manor, the smell of fresh wood and pine filled the house; certainly getting the smell from the outdoors. In many rooms, especially the Armory, lied many ancient weapons and armors that Terrowin had collected during his larger travels. From Auriel's Bow to the Staff of Magnus to a set of Ancient Falmer Armor. Each piece held a story and a glimmer of the past etched in, the feeling was there but certainly not the look.

Terrowin headed upstairs to see that his wife and daughters were getting ready to go to sleep. Terrowin walked to left side of the upstairs where Runa and Sofie slept in their two little beds. 'Hey girls, come give daddy a hug before you go to bed!' Terrowin exclaimed as he crouched to their level as without a word, Runa and Sofie ran to Terrowin's arms. Terrowin embraced them warmly and no, Runa and Sofie did not care for the feel of the armor as they hugged their father. "Goodnight, pa!" Both girls said in unison as they then climbed into their beds and drifted to sleep quickly which spared Terrowin of any late-night-antics with them.

Erik sat in a wooden chair near to where Runa and Sofie slept. 'Hey, Terrowin! How are you doing?' asked Erik. 'I am doing quite fine, Erik. You don't need to stay up, you know. You can go rest if you wish.' suggested Terrowin. 'Oh no, it's quite alright. I'll help make sure everything is safe while you sleep. You have a good night, now.' Erik said as Terrowin nodded his head and walked over to his own bed.

Terrowin's Argonian wife, Shahvee, was already asleep, Terrowin smiled as he grabbed a book from his bookshelf. Terrowin was quite the bookworm and his intelligence gained from these books always surprised everybody he met considering many upon first glance, would liken him to a dumb barbarian of a Nord.

The book Terrowin grabbed was "The Book of the Dragonborn". This book was an interesting one, it's pages filled with the knowledge of the history of the Dragonborns, notable ones such as Tiber Septim, and going as far back as the days of the Ayleids of Cyrodiil and St. Alessia. The book itself was written during the days of Emperor Pelagius Septim IV.

The most intriguing page was the reciting of the Prophecy of the Dragonborn. This prophecy was also recorded on Alduin's Wall in Sky Haven Temple, a vast historic place built by the Blades long ago that Terrowin had visited with the last two Blades, Delphine and Esbern. This prophecy came from an Elder Scroll and spoke of many events leading up to the return of Alduin and the one to defeat him, The Last Dragonborn.

Terrowin always enjoyed looking back at this book with immense wonder. Terrowin ran his fingers over the words of the Prophecy which read:

When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world

When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped

When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles

When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls

When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding

The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.

Terrowin enjoyed this part not for the fact that he's mentioned in it but that the events leading up to it were all historic events Terrowin had read about before. These events had their heroes as well whom Terrowin looked up to and admired for they went on many a great quests while Terrowin felt stuck in the mud, left to defeat a weak Vampire Lord, the First Dragonborn who was quite the challenge but Terrowin was unable to deliver the final blow due to Hermaeus Mora doing that, and defeating a Dragon who didn't feel like that great a threat.

Each line mentioned a different event, from the Imperial Simulacrum, to the Dragon Break in the Illiac Bay, to the fall of the Tribunal and the Red Year, to the Oblivion Crisis and the invasion of the Aldmeri Dominion, and to the killing of the High King of Skyrim at the hands of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak of Windhelm and the war between the Imperials and Stormcloaks.

Terrowin pondered to himself as he did often, thinking... Terrowin was never able to find himself a suitable partner or team for his quests. After reading the Prophecy again and again, it struck. It struck harder than a hammer to a smoldering red blade being forged.

Terrowin closed the book, put it back on his shelf, and climbed into bed with his wife. As Terrowin lay, drifting off, the idea pulsated in his head again and again. Terrowin knew it would be challenging and may not even work at all but it was worth a shot.

He was going to meet these heroes of the past and do his best to make an alliance with them. A force to be reckoned with and to be the true heroes of Tamriel as such an idea died with the Septim Dynasty what with the now failing Empire, fascist High Elves, and never-ending conflict with the races of the land.

Terrowin was going to meet and fight with the Eternal Champion, the Hero of Daggerfall, the Nerevarine, and the Hero of Kvatch.

Terrowin read different accounts of what happened to each hero. Details were vague as these accounts couldn't even describe what the heroes look like, their race, or even their names. The Eternal Champion apparently died during the Oblivion Crisis when Mehrunes Dagon and his hordes invaded the Imperial City, the Eternal Champion though at his old age, took up a sword and helped fight though it was fruitless as he was then ultimately killed by a Dremora Lord.

The Hero of Daggerfall's whereabouts vary but the most accepted of accounts was that he last seen heading into a sub-realm of Aetherius which housed the Mantella. The Mantella being a large green gem that was created from the soul of the Underking and was the heart of the Numidium, a giant Dwemer robot given to Tiber Septim by the Tribunal during his conquest of Tamriel. It's heavily disputed on how or where the Hero of Daggerfall died but it's likely though that he died after the retrieval of the Mantella. During the Hero of Daggerfall's quest, reports were increasing about a vicious Wereboar seen all over the Illiac Bay. The Wereboar would be in areas the Hero of Daggerfall was last seen in. Terrowin deducted that this Wereboar was indeed the Hero of Daggerfall and that he was and still is in Hircine's Oblivion Realm, The Hunting Grounds.

The Nerevarine was last seen heading on an expedition to Akavir. Terrowin deducted he might be living in Tang Mo where the monkey folk of the same name live because Tsaesci and Kamal are much too dangerous and hostile and the Nerevarine wouldn't allign himself with the Ka Po Tun whose leader wants to invade Tamriel in the future. The Nerevarine was made immortal by the Corprus disease which was cured by the Dunmer Wizard, Divayth Fyr and the only lasting effect was immortality for the Nerevarine. This meant he was most certainly alive not to mention his strength from defeating a god, killing one, and defeating a Daedric Prince in battle.

The Hero of Kvatch after the Oblivion Crisis was then named Champion of Cyrodiil. He went on to mantle Pelinal Whitestrake and slay Umaril the Unfeathered. The last known instance any man, elf, or beast saw of him was that he was last seen heading into a strange portal near the city of Bravil in Cyrodiil and had been gone ever since. Eyewitness accounts report that those who came out of the portal were anything but sane, they were driven mad leading Terrowin to deduct that this was a portal to the Daedric Prince of Madness Sheogorath's Oblivion Realm, The Shivering Isles. Terrowin thought that maybe the Hero of Kvatch was dead or maybe he's alive and still serving Sheogorath in some way. Terrowin knew it wouldn't be easy but he was willing to step into a madhouse of epic proportions and find out what happened to the Hero of Kvatch.

Terrowin finally closed his eyes as he made his first step for this big plan, this step would surprisingly be the least risque of this plan. Terrowin was going to take a boat to the province of Tang Mo, the Thousand Monkey Isles in Akavir. There, he was going to find and befriend the reincarnation of Indoril Nerevar, Azura's Champion, Hortator of the Great Houses, and savior from the Blight. The Nerevarine.