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This story assumes readers are very familiar with the Series of Video games, The Elder Scrolls, In particular Skyrim. As well as the series of Novels called The Inheritance Cycle Novel series which includes. Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, and Inheritance. Now that said these stories do contain spoilers from the Novels. And in such you have been warned. Instead of the default intro for Skyrim. I am basing the Start of the novel after a Mod I downloaded called Skyrim Unbound. That allows you to start ANYWHERE more or less. With out going through the Helgen Tutorial.

I am also going to include dialogue taken from the game Skyrim as well. With that said. The source for information I will be using is . I do want to point out that using the Skyrim Unbound Mod, I am actually writing the story as I play the Game in small sections. I may include entire quests, or over views. But I am going to also be listening to those who reply to my story with suggestions, as what paths to take, Although I do have my own plan in mind with regards to guilds, factions. But plans change. With that said, enjoy the story.

I pay special Thanks to the Respective owners and creators of The Elder Scrolls Video games, and The Novels of The Inheritance Cycle.

Inheritance of Skyrim

Prelude

A Light in the Darkness

by. R. Reichelderfer

Murtagh tossed and turned in his bed as nightmares ripped through his mind, reliving days or rather weeks of torture at the hands of Galbatorix. Captured by the twins when they betrayed Ajihad. The Trip to Uru'baen had been a nightmare, held by magic, they delighted in torturing him repeatedly. Attempting to force their way into his mind, all attempts which failed.

Finally brought before Galbatorix himself, To say he was less then happy was an understatement. Had murtagh not been the son of his favored servant. The punishment for refusing the King's friendship would have been death. Instead, Galbatorix who considered Murtagh much to Valuable to harm physically, was mentally linked to a prisioner. There Using spells to heal the prisoner's injuries, Murtagh spent three days enduring the pain of the man being flayed alive, his wounds healing as they were made.

Despite his training to keep people out of his mind, Murtagh could not keep the pain from becoming his own. After three days the link was broken and the man allowed to die. Finally Galbatorix revealed his most prized treasures. Two remaining dragon eggs, A Red and a Green one. The last dragon eggs in existence.

Galbatorix then presented Murtagh and to his horror and shock, The Red egg began to hatch. A young red dragon hatched for murtagh, who then bonded with him. Galbatorix gave him a chance to willingly offer his undying loyalty. When Murtagh refused, Galbatorix tortured the hatchling. For two weeks the pair held out, he could feel The young dragon try to endure, but finally... Murtagh broke. He gave his oath.

Murtagh at that point gave up. Galbatorix tore asunder Murtagh's mental defenses on his own, and discovered his true name, and with it, used it to extract various oaths of loyalty and obedience. And then informed him of his grand plans and schemes. Battered, broken, and beaten, Murtagh was sent to his chambers to rest for his training to begin tomorrow morning. And now that was where Murtagh had laid. Tossing, Turning living in a nightmare. As he dreamed the dark clouds of his nightmares parted, as he stood on a field of snow overlooking a forest, he heard the roar of a dragon. Turning around, he was blinded to see a massive dragon made of fire swooping down as he could feel Thorn jump into his arms.

The Fire dragon shined as bright as the sun, as it's taloned claws reached out and struck, The talon plunged into his chest as the dragon took to the sky snatching him up, Feeling as if some fire was being poured into his very being, he could feel the fire, but there was no pain. The Dragon carried him aloft away from the nightmares and the darkness. AS he began to fade from the dream he heard the dragon speak.

/~DOVAHKIIN ALOK!~/

And in that instant Murtagh awoke, not in the warm bed he had laid in, but in a bed roll, cold winter winds ripped through the tent? or hutch he was in. Murtagh found himself watching a flap open with gusting winds and he moves to get up confused, and cold. He shuddered as the wind ripped through the tent.

Murtagh found himself resting in a suit of Iron armor. Ancient, but well cared for. Which made no sense. At once his mind went to Galbatorix as in sheer frustration he howled out in madness, "I GAVE IN, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME MASTER?!" He wailed and screamed. grief and madness taking it's toil on his already battered mind.

The scream and mental anguish had awakened Thorn. The small red dragon jumped up as he came over to Murtagh, trying to comfort him. /~Murtagh?~/ Thorn's soft voice came between their mind link. Murtagh just broke down, crying, holding Thorn close to him, already something felt different. Holding Thorn. He looked around seeing an Iron Sword next to him, taking ahold of it. of it as he stood up and moved out side the tent. The air held scents and odors, even on the icey winds he was un familure with. Looking around he saw a small tent, beside a larger heavier tent made with thick furs.

There was a camp fire that was still smoking from the heat and what looked like some cooking meat left over. Thorn having been half starved instantly went over and knocked down a pot spilling what looked like two cooked phesants out of. The young red dragon with greed tore into one of them as he looked at a strange structure. Something he had never seen before.

It reminded him of dwarven works from his time in Farthen Dur, Instantly as he realized that Galbatorix had not forced an illusion upon him, he started to panic feeling a compulsion to return to his master. For Murtagh had given an oath in the Ancient Language to always return to Galbatorix No matter what. Panicking he looked around realizing that he was in the middle of no where. He realized he would need time to take stock of his location before attempting to return to Uru'baen.

Still he held out hope, Who had brought him here, all he could remember was the fire dragon, had someone used magic? Who, was it, where were they. Looking around he saw the forest and then turned his attention to the structure as for the moment the urge to return died down some. It wass like no dwarven structure he had seen and went up to inspect it. It looked like a Gate house and behind it was part of a mountain. Stone steps lead up to the metal gate as he peered inside.

The cold night air ripped through him and his armor, while it was uncomfortable, it was bearable as the armor was well insulated and covered with fur which kept him warm. Looking at the inside through the moon light he could see what amounted to gears in a clock, on the inside on the ground. In the middle of the room which was enclosed he could see a half circle with some type of lever in it? The material of the door was unlike anything he had seen. Some strange type of metal. A sound to his left caught his ear as he drew his sword. The sound came again as the sound of a Horse was heard.

"Thorn, Stay and hide!" Murtagh told his dragon who took the other Phesant into the large tent to shelter from the wind. It looked like he was on the ridge to a mountain as he carefuly moved through the snow over the ice covered rock. Surprised at the traction the boots he had gave him. As if the armor had been designed for these cold weathers. Looking between two rocks he could see a Horse, and at the feet of the horse lay a dead man or woman.

They had a massive greatsword on his back, as Murtagh carefully approached. Looking around making sure he was not being ambushed as he decended the path down to the body, he saw a large pool of blood on a rock, and on the ground as Murtagh got closer. Reaching out to try and settle the horse Murtagh managed to get the beast under control before he took stock of who it was.

To his surprise and shock was what he thought was an elf given the pointed ears, but when he turned the man over he recoiled in show at the face, It was no elf, Nor was it an Urgal. Urgals had horns on the side of their heads, This person, who ever it was had teeth juting out of his lower jaw, and his nose was slightly turned up. His skin had a green tone to it, as he bit his lip. And began to strip the individual of his armor, which was mostly fur armor, that greatsword, and some gold coins. Coins which Murtagh did not recognize. They were not imperial, nor surda, and they did not look of dwarven make.

There was the picture of a man on it, but not Galbatorix. At the Top of the coins read "The Empire is Law." The bottom of the Coin held the words, "The law is Sacred". It was no currency he had seen. There were a number of other coins as well, what looked like Copper and silver coins. Standing up he took the horse by the reigns and lead him back up the hill to the camp. Looking around He saw an outcropping of stone. and he decided to climb up and get a look at his surroundings. Then as he started he looked at the height and he figured, he could do it at sun rise. Looking at the stars, he noticed every single one of them was out of place. Not one matched up with what he remembered. Thorn gave a call from the tent as he looked and started to climb back in, fatigue, panic had taken it's tole, he would get a good night's rest then figure out where he was come morning.