"Each event is preceded by Prophecy.

But without the Hero, there is no Event."

Zurin Arctus, the Underking

"Tamriel has seen its fair share of disasters, tragedies, glorious times, and stalemates, but order is brought upon this land by Heroes. These Heroes are not those august icons that people tell legends about for years to come, but rather common men, who have been chosen, regardless of their previous status, to be champions by a divine source. Many times this divine source are those who are known as Aedra, the good gods. Even less common is complex otherworldly beings, such as Padomay, or Aur. Lastly come the Daedra, the widely recognized, but widely feared puppeteers of the plane of existence called Nirn. Daedra see to it that their champions cause change, whether good or bad, in their name, and many times with their blessings and artifacts. Nirn hasn't seen a Daedric, "Hero," since the times of the Nerevarine who has since passed on, assimilated into common society, or, if the old rumour is to be believed, moved onto Akavir for a different kind of adventure. I, unlike my fellow princes, besides the young Sheogorath, had the privilege of having a different outlook on the world for some time, and, unlike Sheogorath, this outlook was perpendicular to my previous understanding. Now that I returned to my previous sphere and purpose, I've been left with some time in my planes, and those of some others, to contemplate my next move, and how to change Nirn in a way that had me somewhat accepted again. A thing that I've taken note of is that I can't look at the world the same way I used to, I don't feel complete want to force my sphere upon the mortals, rather now I wish to change the world, in the name of my sphere, but not with games or coercion, but with a proposition, made to my future champion..."

The night's cold in the bitter region called Jerall Mountains was unmatched in this fugitive's lifetime. It, along with remembering to run, keep alive, and avoid the trees that were so abundant was all this man could think of, and at that point, it was all that was important. What led up to this was paltry and the calls for a yield from the men behind him, along with the sound of their apparel clinging, mattered not, and as the man returned to reality he realised he could see a lone cabin hall of some kind ahead, a fact that exalted him and made him gain the energy to sprint to it. He could see, as he approached it, that it looked abandoned, but it was still in good condition. What intrigued him about it was its peculiar structure; what he thought at first was ice crystals or snow, turned out to be some kind of foreign crystal, which poked out of the structure and was unkept. He rushed through the already open, but thankfully still hinged, door and closed it behind him, relaxing for a moment before realising he still wasn't safe.

Finally he took in the landscape around him. There was an obelisk of some kind and a shrine-like altar, made of the same crystal-like substance. This man, while not being a pious man, and neither being the one to beg, made his way to the altar after blocking the door with a chair. This obelisk seemed to call to him, promising solace from the previous storm, but better yet, a place in the events to come. He placed his hands on the altar, by his own volition, not by some unnatural force, mind you. Suddenly he wasn't in the Jerall Mountains anymore, neither was he in any familiar plane of existence to him, it seemed to be comprised solely of that unnatural crystal and seems to be never-ending.

He was brought out of his daze by a commanding voice, one that sought his voice and displayed experience beyond his comprehension. The voice said, "It's been a long time since I've seen a mortal, not to mention one so new to the landscape around him. Pleased to meet you, I am Jyggalag, Daedric Prince of Order, and I have a proposition for you, if you will."

There's my first Elder Scrolls fanfiction, and I've never actually finished making my own fanfiction so I really hope to finish this one. The current problems I got is, getting the text to be more spaced out and less of big paragraph, some of the problem will resolve with more dialogue, but I digress, and the other problem is getting a more natural dialogue and getting from this plot setting and intro to an actual fluent fanfiction, because I'm more of a essay writer then a imaginative authour, but I've read tons of fanfiction, and I've wanted so badly to actually get one out there, but I'm so critical of myself. Feel free to ask questions, of which I will try to answer to the best of my ability, and feedback is welcomed.