Death comes for all things, even the doom driven hero known as the Dragonborn must die eventually. Yet his death should not be a sad thing, for he goes to be with his family. His mother and father have long since passed. His loyal friends and allies have moved on as well. His wife passed away days before, and now he goes to join her. All Tamriel will morn the death of the of her hero. The one who saved the world three times over. He who culled the Aldmeri Dominion and the wiped out the Thalmor and prevented the invasion from Akavir. He who created peace between the mortal races, and the timeless dragons.

He who gave so much of himself now passes and goes to the hall of his ancestors. Sovngarde.

Or so he believed.

Fate can be cruel, despite everything he has faced and done the Dragonborn had another journey to complete. One that could prove just as hazardous as his last one. A journey to a land called Ferelden.

"This is not Sovngarde." I stated in confusion, before slapping my face. "Way to be the master of the obvious dumb ass." Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I did my best to figure out where I was. Given the temperature I would say Cyrodiil… Yet how would that be possible? I was in Whiterun in my home, lying in bed surrounded by my great-great-great-grandchildren awaiting my death. Yet here I am in the middle of the woods, fully dressed. My body is young again… No longer am I the old man who could barely grip the hilt of his blade.

I'm in my prime again, at least in my twenties. I discovered that after finding a local river. My hair short dark brown had no spot of grey, and my golden eyes shone with the brilliance of youth. My lightly tanned skin is no longer wrinkled, and a small bit of peach fuzz covered my face. At least I am not a child again, puberty was bad enough to go through once. I rather not go through it a second time.

Perhaps I should start over, my name is or was at one-time Arthur Cadmus. That all changed when my soul was taken from my body and placed into that of a small Nord child by the name of Calder. He had died around the time I did or, so the slimly bastard Mora told me. My soul was placed within his body, why it was I will never know. With no way to return to my old life, I reluctantly began to live my life in the city of Bruma as a blacksmith's son.

Despite the fact I was living in a video game, life was anything but fun. Especially since there was no indoor plumbing, and hygiene was almost nonexistent. Don't even get me started on healthcare, yet that was my life and I had to deal with it. When I reached the age of nineteen, my father sent me to the homeland of Skyrim. I was to be apprenticed to Eorlund Gray-Mane in Whiterun. That all changed when I was captured in Helgen.

Which meant I was the Dragonborn.

You could understand my reluctance to be the main character. I just wanted a quite life, but that is neither here nor there. I ended up the Dragonborn and through many hardships I slew Alduin. My journey didn't end there however. It had only begun. I went through all the DLC's with their own unique twists and turns. When I had finally beaten Mirrak, I thought I could retire but life had other plans. There were still the dragons roaming Skyrim, the Thalmor to deal with, and much more. Like facing Tosh Raka the god king of the Ka Po' Tun, and his armies. As the years went by I was able to rest as other heroes appeared and took my place. Though occasionally I was called back to action in one form or another.

Finally, I reached an age where I could no longer fight, and I retired. I lived my days peacefully with my wife and our children and their children and even their children coming to visit us. When my wife passed, there wasn't much time left for me. I knew I wouldn't die in battle but my place in Sovngarde was guaranteed.

Yet when I closed my eyes and reopened them… I found myself in a forest, and not outside the Hall of Valor. "Let's try to figure this one out Cal." I mumbled to myself, despite remembering my past life I had gone by Calder or Cal for so many years I just stuck with the name. "Could the Princes be involved in this? No… This does not feel like Oblivion…" Slowly I rubbed my chin in thought. "Let's assume I am alive once more." I decided to take stock of what I had on my person, around my neck is a dragon bone amulet of Talos. I am wearing a plain long sleeved green cotton shirt, blue jeans and dark leather boots…. If your wondering about how I have jeans… Well Mora has knowledge of many things, including how to reproduce such things like clothing, indoor plumping and various other things.

It took time, money and the help of Calcelmo. Together we were able to bring Skyrim and other parts of Tamriel to a more modern era. Sure, they didn't have television, or even the basic phonograph. Yet they were getting there, and by the time of my death electric lights were just starting to come around.

Shaking my head, I went back to taking inventory…. Sadly, my clothing is all I seem to have on me. Sure, I didn't need my weapons… After years of fighting, my body is a weapon alone. Still having a blade would greatly discourage anyone from trying to rob me. Holding out my hand with my eyes closed I began to focus. I wasn't the greatest at magic, but I picked up more than my fair share of skill in the area.

Magic came from Aetherius, and if I could cast a spell it meant I was still on Mundus. There is something tugging at the edge of my mind, pulling that single thread I felt the familiar movement of magic. Opening my eyes, I smiled seeing just a small flame dancing in my palm. "At least I have this… Now." Dismissing the fire, I just needed to make sure my strongest weapon worked. Taking a deep breath, I called upon the power of the Voice. "Fus!"

A small unseen wave of kinetic force, flew from my throat and into a nearby tree. Despite using only one of the Word's of Power, the tree shattered and flew a few feet. Wincing as the tree slammed into the ground. "I may need to work on that." It has been a long time since I used my Thu'um. Well, if there was anyone nearby they would have heard that. I should hurry and move on, but before I can do that. I will need a few things. "Alfred."

It took a few minutes longer then it should but soon a black/purple sphere appeared in front of me. As the sphere disappeared a tall humanoid figure appeared. Now I am no slouch in the height department, and being a Nord just made me taller. I am six foot two, and yet this being towered over me. He is dressed in a long burgundy silk jacket, with a black dragon over the right breast. He wore a white tunic, dark brown breeches and finely crafted boots. He had onyx colored skin with red facial markings, and solid black eyes. Poking through his slicked back hair are four horns, the furthest two horns are like a deer. While the ones closest to his skull are like a goat, all four pointed backwards.

This is Alfred, my Dremora Butler. I had gained his service through one of the Black Books of Hermaeus Mora, he originally didn't have a name. So, I gave him one.

"Ah my Lord Calder, how wonderful to see you again." Alfred's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I thought the moment you died I would be freed from your service."

Rolling my eyes, I snorted. "You as well. Tell me Alfred what took you so long?"

"Forgive me my lord." Bowing slightly the butler, sounded like he was happy it took him longer then usual. "Your essence is far from Mundus- "

"I'm not in Mundus? That can't be right." Staring at the Dremora I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Sadly, my lord you are far from home." I swear he sounded smug, though his face didn't betray anything. "As far as I can tell, you are beyond the realms of Mundus, Oblivion. You are on the very edge of Aetherius, in a place that not even your Divines have been." Putting his hands behind his back the butler inclined his head and took in his surroundings. "How did you ever find your way here? Or better yet how did you ever regress in age?"

I slowly began to pace back and forth. "I am unsure of that myself, but it seems like I am needed once more. Or Sheogorath is pulling my leg. Again." Stopping for a moment I sighed bitterly. It seems like it will be a while before my wife and I reunited. "Alfred. Can you bring me some things? I am going to need camping supplies, my traveling armor, weapons, something valuable for trade, and clean water."

"I live to serve." Alfred bowed deeply, before vanishing then reappearing with several items at his feet and in his hands.

The first item is a leather pack, with a bed roll and simple tent attached. A bulging water skin rested next to the pack. Next to that is a heater shield, that is a familiar site. The shield is painted gold with a black horse as the coat of arms. The material the shield is made from is Skyforge steel and dragon bone. Resting on top of the shield is crossbow made from dragon bone and dwarven metal, with a large quiver filled with bolts and a strap attached to the stock and grip. In his hands is a large sack, and a long sword in a simple black leather sheath. The hilt of the blade is designed as dragon wings, while the grip is wrapped in tight black leather. The pommel of the sword is rounded out and is marked with a rune.

"If you'll allow me sir." The Dremora gestured to me.

Nodding and stretching out my arms I assumed the position, the Dremora than began to arm me. The first thing to come on is a sleeves padded jacket, made from boiled leather. Next came leather chaps, along with additional leg, and boot armor. Following is a pair of dark thick gloves, with a pair of black leather bracers with hand guards. Two black belts are strapped onto my waist, the first holding various pouches along with my quiver. The second for my long sword which is rests above my left thigh. The final part of the ensemble is a black piece of leather chest armor with a gorget (neck armor). The armor protects my neck, torso and goes down to my waist, with several protective flaps covering my lower regions. The armor has two pauldrons, the right one has a dragon design while the left is left unmarked.

(AN: Picture Hiccup's armor from How to Train your Dragon 2.)

Now this armor while made from leather, it was no ordinary piece of animal. No, this armor is made from dragon skin. Underneath the dragon's scales is surprisingly tough skin. Now typically I would wear my plate armor, but since I would be traveling for an undetermined amount of time. It is simply easier to wear this, especially since I have no horse or dragon.

"Your pack my lord." Holding out the leather pack, I took it from the Dremora with a grateful look. Slipping it on and then taking the out stretched shield I slipped that on over my pack. Then taking the crossbow I allowed that to rest easily at my side, while a specially treated fur lined linen cloak is slipped around my neck. "Now the helmet."

Taking the helmet into my hands I looked over it with a smile. The helmet is made from the same material as my armor, the top half is black with three rows of spines. The bottom half of the helmet is brown and covers my mouth and chin. The bottom part of the helmet had four slits in it and could be flipped up like a visor. The eye silts of helmet are covered with clear malachite (the Skyrim version, not the dangerous real-life version). They not only provided protection in battle, but they kept the wind from getting in my eyes when I flew with Odahviing."Thank you, Alfred your free to go." Slipping the helmet on I flipped the bottom half up. "Will you check in on my family for me?" I asked before the Dremora vanished.

"Of course, my lord I would love to check on your honorable spawn." Bowing once more Alfred vanished.

"Mouthy as ever." Sighing I pulled the visor of my helmet down and lifted my crossbow up. Nocking a bolt and doing a quick check, I shrugged my shoulders. "Let us see what this world has in store for me."

I decided to follow the river, since life forms around water. As I walked I tried to gauge my surroundings and figure out where I could be. Alfred said I was on the edge of Aetherius, what does that mean? I can't be in Aetherius itself, because no mortal could reach it without ascending, and I am still very much mortal. I shook my head and decided to think on that later. Right now, it's best if I just focus on marching forward.

Given the position of the sun it was a little past noon, by the time the first signs of civilization appeared. The smell of wood burning, and the sound of people along with farm animals, that is a sound I am truly familiar with. I veered from the river which ended up becoming a creek, walking toward the sounds I passed a few small farms with human children playing through the fields as their parents worked. They all stopped watching me pass by, the children were in awe of the armored stranger. While their parents looked on in fear before pulling their children back. Frankly I don't blame them, I would be worried in their position.

I stopped walking to examine a large structure, that looked like something the Empire had built… Strange why does that seem familiar… No. Looking forward I saw a very large windmill… It's a good thing I wear a full-face helmet, because no one could see the shocked look on my face. I recognized that windmill… just be sure though…I kept walking and when I saw a cage just outside a village… I knew where I was.

"Lothering… Which means Ferelden." Dragon Age… I am in Dragon Age… Most likely Origins, since Lothering hasn't burned to the ground… Or I could be in anytime after that… If they rebuilt. I can't be sure at least until I go by the Chantry and find a certain red-head, but the Chantry has Templars… Then again, I should skip out on that… Screw it I am going for the old reliable strategy. Go to a tavern and talk to the bartender then listen to the people. Lowering my crossbow and taking off my helmet I headed into the village.

Now the video game obviously couldn't do Lothering justice, it was much bigger than the game. It isn't a village but not quite a town, if I were to hazard a guess I would say this place is just a few hundred or, so people shy of a town. As I walked through I paid attention to what anyone could be saying, and from what I picked up… Everyone here speaks English. Which meant I didn't need to speak Imperial or Latin in this case. Though it has been a long time since I last spoke English, while living on Tamriel I spoke a handful of languages Primarily I used Imperial, Nordic, or Dovahzul. I would only speak English to myself, or among my family… After I taught them of course, and even than it was used mostly when we wanted to have a private conversation.

"Where is that tavern-Never mind." I stopped as the smell of ale reached my nose, following the scent to it's source to a wooden building. Walking inside I looked around and found that it was a little crowded but not overly so. The moment I entered the patrons stared at me for a moment before going back to their drinks. Shrugging I made my way to the bar and tapped the counter getting the attention of the bartender.

"Well now, not often we get strangers in Lothering. What can I do you for?" The dark-haired man asked looking at me.

Reaching down with my free hand, into one of the pouches on my belt I pulled out a single septim and slid it forward. "A drink food and a room, if you'll accept the coin."

"Don't think I've ever seen a coin like this before." Picking up the septim the bartender examined the coin, he even bit it before seeing it once again. "Certainly not a sovereign, but it is gold so it's worth something. This'll get you a week's room and board, that includes meals."

Wow it normally cost ten of those for just a room for the night. Then again, in Tamriel we only have the septims. "That'll do." I was passed a key along with instructions on what room would be mine. Taking the key along with a mug of ale. Sitting at an empty table, I placed my helmet next to me while sipping at the drink I began to listen to what was being said around me.

"Did you hear? another darkspawn attack, just three leagues from here. That makes six this month."

"You think it's a Blight?"

"Bah just a few random raids, it always happens round this time of year."

"How do they know it's darkspawn? It could have been the Chasind."

"Because there were no survivors."

"No survivors? Then where did the story come from I wonder?" Someone began to chuckle.

Freezing at the voice, I slowly turned my gaze and stared. Standing amongst a small group of men, is a man who is close to my own height. He has long shaggy black hair, the makings of a beard. He is dressed much like the people around him. In one hand he held a mug, and in the other a long spear/staff with a red orb at the bottom. Garret Hawke, the future champion of Kirkwall. Well if I didn't have a clue about when I was in the story… I do now.

I have entered just a little before the beginning of Dragon Age Origins…. Sighing I finished my drink just as the serving girl brought my food. "Bring me the strongest drink you got, and a lot of it." Because I am going to need to it…