Chapter One: Dragonborn/Dovahkiin's P.O.V

The Throat of the World rested with eerie silence as I traveled up its snowy terrain, my mammoth fur boots protecting me from the snows bitter bite. I also wore tanned leather leggings and a long sleeved, leather shirt with Hircine's "Savior's Hide" conforming to my figure. The Blade of Woe hummed against my hip, satisfied with the blood of my enemies as the Nightengale Bow bumped off my shoulders. My hair was matted all around my face, clinging to the cuts and bruises that caressed my features. I kept my eyes straight as my muscles screamed in agony trying not to flinch. My pride wouldn't let me. Reaching the top of my trek, I came to a hault and hunched over to take a few much needed breaths. When I looked back up, I was greeted by the ancient eyes of Dovah; the Grey Beards were off to the side, gathered around Paarthurnax's bones, singing a hymn in the dragon's ancient language

Sighing I walked towards them as stood before Paarthunrnax's skull bending forward, caressing his snout. I hummed softly, "The Dragonborn Comes". The Grey Beards gazed down at me in suspicious hatred as they backed away. I felt the dragon blood course through me as light emanated from my body as it wrapped and weaved around an through around an through Paarthurnax's bones. I opened my eyes as I brought in a breath for a shout.

"Slen Tiid Vo!"

Paarthurnax raised from the ground while his body reformed itself; he ripped the sky with a thunderous roar causing all the dragons to fall into a silence. I glanced up at the dragons as I caught Odahviing watching over me protectively. I had defeated Alduin and now I had a dragon on my side... but just one was not enough to protect me from the rest that surrounded me, nor would one be able to protect me from a possibly angry Paarthurnax. I felt the ground quiver as I turned back to see Paarthurnax being trailed after by the Grey Beards while he approached me.

All four of the men whispered in angry voices as they pointed their angry fingers at me, yet Paarthurnax remained calm. Till finally he had enough.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

The Grey Beards blew almost one hundred feet away into the snow as they landed dazed. Paarthurnax then refocused his gaze on me and then realized why I was here.

"So, Dovahkiin... you have defeated Alduin the World Eater," the old dragon questioned.

I nodded my head slowly as I stared down at my snow covered feet. From the corner of my eye I saw Paarthurnax turn his head to face the rest of the dragons. After that I began to tune myself out as I distantly heard each dragon roar defiantly, 'Alduin'. I heard Paarthurnax saying a few words as I felt myself respond and then watched as he flew away. I fell to my knees just as soon as the Grey Beards began to murmur and walk past me as they shuffled back down the path to High Hrothgar. I gazed at the sun as I heard the beating of wings. Odahviing then landed next to me, his wing sheltering over me as a barrier from the cold and snow.

"I told you that if you defeated Alduin, I would serve you and that is what I shall do... Dovahkiin," Odahviing stated, inclining his head towards me.

I touched Odahviing's face with affection as I felt him let out a long breath but in doing so I caused one of my hastily healed wounds to tear wide open causing me to collapse to the ground.

"Argh," I cried out as I curled up into a ball of agony, closing my eyes.

I felt the ground shiver as Odahviing shuffled and pressed his snout into my side, inspecting the damage.

"This should have been treated days ago. Where is your patience, hmm? Drem," Odahviing chastised.

"You should know me by now Odahviing," I chuckled, grabbing my side. "I have no patience."

Odahviing snorted, "Stubborn youngling. Now we need to get this wound healed fast... where must I take you to get this treated?"

I looked at him in complete and utter shock as if he had three heads instead of one.

"Have you consumed foul horker meat?! Has all the wisdom of age escaped your brain?! Your a dragon! For the love of Akatosh and Talos! You will be shot on sight," I exclaimed in a short breath, causing me to have no air filling my lungs.

Odahviing stared down at me in amusement, breathing out a plume of smoke in a huff. He knew I was right.

"What of the Blades Courtyard," he questioned.

"What of it," I responded.

"What if I took you there, wouldn't you be able to stumble inside and get the aid you require?"

I laid there pondering for a moment then nodded and replied, "It would have to be in the early hours of the morning or in the late evening while everyone is asleep as to not see you."

Odahviing raised his gaze to the sky and murmured, "Dawn is breaking."

"Greet the New Day," I whispered.

Odahviing crouched low to the ground and nudged my side with his nose.

"Come little one... climb aboard. I must get you healed immediately before the gash becomes infected."

I grunted as I latched onto one of Odahviing's horns and hauled myself up. I hollered as I let go in pain with fresh blood gushing from my wound.

"I can't stand," I gasped, as more blood soaked the snow.

Odahviing growled in defiance as he took flight grabbing me with his back feet.

"You are not dying yet Dovahkiin!"

With the dragon's last words echoing in my mind, I drifted off into darkness.

-.-.-.-

I awoke to the warmth of a white silk bed and people gathered around me.

"Martin, step away from the poor girl."

I heard a sigh of impatience as a name escaped, "Farae."

Finally opening my eyes I met eye contact with an Imperial woman whose hair was salt and peppered from age; her eyes were still bright and vibrant expressing an adventurous determination. She smiled brightly down at me, reminding me of my mother's own smile. To her right stood a young man in his mid twenties with shoulder length, chestnut hair and bright blue eyes; to her left stood an elderly gentleman who matched the other man aside from the snow white hair and heavy age lines. Both men stood adorned in emperor's garb whilst the woman wore clothes of a noble. Both old designs from Cyrodill.

"How are you feeling child," the elderly gentleman asked, patting my hand gently.

"Great," I croaked then stuttered. "W-who are you people?"

The woman chuckled as she brushed a piece of hair away from my face.

"We are your ancestors, Scout," she said.

I looked at them with shock and shook my head.

"Am I dead?"

The young man approached then said, "Far from it. You know of the Septim blood line and the Oblivion crisis?"

"Of course. Every species across Tamriel knows the tale and about the young woman who made it all possible," I explained, hauling myself into a sitting position.

The old man announced, "I am Uriel Septim."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned back to the young man and woman.

"I am Martin Septim," the man stated.

"And I'm Farae the Hero of Kvatch," the woman whispered.

The man named Martin placed a hand on Farae's shoulder. She smiled warmly as she gazed up at Martin lovingly. That's when it all clicked.

"Your THE Uriel Septim who was assassinated by the Mythic Dawn and entrusted the Amulet of Kings to an escaped female prisoner who so happened to be Farae. Then among all of the chaos, you two had a secret relation causing her to be with child?"

All three of them nodded in unison.

"I didn't discover I was with child till after Martin's death," Farae murmured.

I sat there with my jaw dropped as I stared at all three of them.

"So that means I'm... a Septim?"

"By blood, yet not by name," Martin stated.

Farae smiled then added, "But for good reason."

Before I could ask why, I heard the beating of wings. Looking ahead I noticed the room I was in had an open way to the sky; soon a dragon landed causing the ground to quiver. I immediately bolted up to defend myself to discover I was only wearing a white noble's gown and no armor.

"You'd dare fight one of the Great Divines? The one who blessed you with your Thu'um, Dovahkiin," a wise voice questioned, as it echoed after each word.

A white dragon came walking towards me his eyes nothing but a silver pupil with a grey smoke trailing on the sides of his face. But his feet did not touch the ground and instead hovered a few feet from the ground. He bled with raw fear and power.

"Greet me with your thu'um, Dragonborn. Like a true Dovah."

The dragon brought its face close to mine almost to the point I could have reached out to touch his snout and run my fingers over his perfect scales. I felt my inner being begin to churn as I took ina breath.

"Yol Toor Shul!"

The dragon then became permeated with my voice as he breathed in, closing his eyes.

"Akatosh," I felt myself whisper.

The god's form purred as he barely touched my chest with his snout, "Your Thu'um is strong Dovahkiin. I chose well."

I shakily reached out and brushed my fingers across the dragon's scales causing him to shiver.

"Hmm do not tempt a Divine for more than just one simple touch, Dovahkiin," Akatosh smirked, as he looked directly into my eyes.

I quickly withdrew my hand as the God chuckled, transforming into a human. There before in place of the dragon was a man with long black hair that was halfway pinned back. He had high cheekbones with a five o'clock shadow and silver irises that sparkled with wisdom. He wore steel armor but his gauntlets represented dragon's claws. And he had a white cape pinned on both shoulders and hanging to the floor.

"Leave us."

My ancestors rose as they all lined up to say their goodbyes.

"May the Gods give you strength and steer you right by the stars. I will be watching you," Uriel stated as he faded away.

Martin stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder, "You are a Septim, the rightful Emperor of Cyrodill, stay strong. Don't follow your mind but your heart... I'm proud of you."

Tears began to fall as I hugged my grandfather's neck. He finally pulled away, kissed my forehead then disappeared from my arms. With tear filled eyes I turned to face Farae, who smiled warmly at me.

"Go to Cyrodill then venture to the abandoned Wenyon Priory. There is a chest within its walls that contains a few things you must retrieve... I'm watching you brave one," Farae murmured.

Before I could hug my ancestor, she vanished from sight... leaving me alone with Akatosh. The Divine approached me slowly making his boots click the white marble floors.

"Azura, Namira, Nocturnal, Hircine... all Daedric Gods that of which you serve as their individual champion," stated Akatosh.

Finally he stepped directly in front of me, trembling I looked to the ground.

"You have allies in the Planes of Oblivion, Dragonborn... but not all of the Princes are on your side."

"What are you saying," I asked, side stepping Akatosh.

I strode towards a balcony as I leaned against the railing. I felt a hand be placed on the small of my back. I turned to look up at Akatosh whose hands came up to frame the sides of my face.

"Dovahkiin, my Dragonborn," breathed Akatosh. "You are more precious to all of Tamriel than the rest of the mortals."

My heart fluttered around my chest as his face was only mere inches away from mine; I felt the claws of his gauntlets barely press against my full cheeks.

"Follow Farae's instructions. Go to Wenyon Priory outside of Chorroll. Inside the chest lies the remnants of the Amulet of Kings. Embrace the Septim blood within you Dragonborn. Tamriel will need you now more than ever, watch the skies."

"Wait, why are you telling me all of this? What are you not telling me," I questioned.

The God frowned down at me, "The chest will hold all your answers."

Before I could protest, Akatosh kissed me causing my head to become light. After he pulled away he whispered in my ear.

"Dovah Kotin Mun. Mun Kotin Dovah."

Before I blacked out, Akatosh gifted me with a power and things faded away.

-.-.-.-

I bolted up right as I glanced around frantically. I was in my private chambers in Skyhaven Temple.

By the Nine, I thought. Odahviing actually succeeded, but where is he?

My eyes widened in terror, I leapt out of bed and rushed out into the hall. My white silk gown whipping around my legs and my long hair, braided, swatting against my back. Rushing down the hallway I pressed in a stone causing the way to the rest of the temple to appear. I sped to the dining hall where the Blades were sitting with Alduin's wall looming behind them.

"Dragonborn! What are you doing up, you should be resting," exclaimed Esbern.

"Where is Odahviing?"

All the Blades ceased eating and dropped their forks. Lydia gazed at me like I was crazy while Farkas and Vilkas glanced at each other.

"Where in Oblivion is the dragon," I screeched, glaring around like a madwoman.

"He is chained outside, Dragonborn," Delphine stated. "We believed you would want to slaughter the beast yourself for the injury he inflicted on you."

I felt rage boiling up inside me as I walked up to her and unsheathed her katana from her belt. I strode towards the courtyard doors with all the Blades trailing after me; barging through the door to courtyard I found Odahviing battered and broken. His wings had been slashed by swords and scales torn off... he was barely alive.

I burst out into a run as I slid on my knees collapsing next to the dragon's snout.

He opened up his eyes with a flutter an a ragged breath," Krosis, Dovahkiin. Zu Funt, Zu Sahla. Tahrodiis joore."

I shook my head and chuckled sadly signaling to the dragon that I didn't understand all of what he said.

"Shame you never learned the Tinvaak of the Dov," chuckled Odahviing, as blood seeped from his mouth.

Odahviing began to shutter causing me to back away.

"Take the sword, Dovahkiin... me laying here is a Dukaan, dishonor, to the Dov," Odahviing whispered.

Use the Shout, whispered a voice. You can save him once he is human.

I felt my Thu'um stir up inside me as I pulled in a breath.

"Dovah Kotin Mun," I shouted, as I backed away even further from Odahviing.

The sky immediately darkened as I heard another roar of a dragon, I looked up to see an ethereal white dragon approaching Odahviing. The other dragon hovered above Odahviing until he fell to the same position I heard Odahviing begin to scream in pain as he was engulfed by darkness.

"Dovahkiin!"

Hearing his cry I attempted to rush towards him till Delphine stopped me.

"Have you gone mad?!"

"No! If it wasn't for the Blades and their prejudice towards dragons this wouldn't be happening! I got injured and Odahviing was trying to help me," I exclaimed, glaring at Delphine.

And before Delphine could utter a word I growled, "Things are going to change around here after he pulls out of this and if he don't it will be your ass."

Delphine looked at the ground with a ghostly white expression. I turned back around to see the ball of darkness had shrunk. Soon streaks of light began to appear as I heard a man shout.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

Light emanated around us until it faded and there surrounded by chains and nets stood a man. He breathed in the light then breathed out with blood red scales peeling away to show fair white skim. His eyes fluttered open revealing ebony pools that soon faded to show vibrant cyan pupils. He head dragon eyes... I slowly ventured towards him and away from Delphine's stretched out hand.

The man towered over me as he kept blinking away the blackness as he shakily reached his hands up to frame my face.

"Dovhakiin," he whispered.

"Odahviing," I gasped.

The man's body vibrated in a purring motion, "I see you have found a new shout?"

I nodded up and down as I gulped nervously. Odahviing peeked over my shoulder and glared at the Blades whom immediately stepped back in fear.

"Farkas," I barked, as soon as I realized Odahviing was nude.

I stood in front of Odahviing, my gown billowing against Skyrim's bold winds.

"Yes, Harbinger," asked Farkas, coming to the front of the line.

"Fetch clothes for our ally," I stated boldly. "We have much to discuss."

Chapter One (cont): Odahviing's P.O.V

I sat within Skyhaven Temple with patched breeches and worn leather boots as the Dragonborn used magic to attempt and heal my wounds.

"I don't understand, why this one won't heal," she grunted.

I peered over my shoulder as I saw heavy scarring that danced across my skin in intricate patterns.

"Maybe it resembles my wings," I pondered aloud.

Scout mumbled, "It's possible."

Finally she gave up as the warmth of healing magic stopped flooding my body as she sighed. She walked around me then stood there to where I had to look up at her.

"What happened in there?"

*FLASHBACK*

The sky had darkened as another dragon roared causing my instincts to prickle into submission and obedience.

Father, I thought.

I heard the beatings of wings as warmth enveloped me and I was surrounded by darkness. And there before me stood a white ethereal human whose features were undefined.

"Odahviing, the Dragonborn will need you more than ever. Mehrunes Dagon will try and use her as a portal to Tamriel, for she is a Septim."

I felt my insides ball up in fear as I tasted blood off my palate.

The figure continued, "You must be prepared for this. She will need you and will want you by her side. I warn you... you will become more attached as time goes. but for now I send you back to Skyrim not as a dragon but as a man."

*END FLASHBACK*

I blinked a few times as I looked at the Dragonborn and lied, "I have no memory."

She sat there and stared at the ground as she sighed, "How do you feel?"

"Better then I expected. It takes much Drem for this body," I murmured, flexing my hands.

"Scout," hollered the elderly joor man.

So that's her name, I pondered as I smirked.

"Yes, Esbern," Scout asked, her tone of voice showing her annoyance.

A middle-aged woman known as Delphine came up right behind the elder trailed by the younger warriors. Immediately I stood behind the Dragonborn willing to protect her if violence arose.

"We deserve an explanation," stated Delphine, folding her armour plated arms.

Scout frowned as she ventured to Alduin's wall and placed her hand on the stone carving of the World Eater. All the Blades' jaws dropped as they realized what she meant.

"Alduin the World Eater is no more," she said. "And since I had triumphed, Odahviing, pledged his allegiance to me."

"Then why did you come to us injured in his claws," a young woman questioned.

Her question caused an uproar of murmurs among the Blades.

"Silence!"

Everyone hushed their voices as the gazed at the Dragonborn.

"Odahviing is my ally, your ally. He is a brother in arms and will even fight against his own kind to save you," she stated frantically, her eyes darting to look at everyone of them.

Most of the Blades looked down to the ground in shame.

Scout took a deep calming breath then said, "Delphine... you are now stripped of your position in the Blades as is Esbern."

"You can't be serious?! Who will run the Blades," Delphine asked astounded.

"We will," I spoke up, glancing at the Dragonborn with a smile.

Scout blushed and smiled back at me with appreciation.

"This is an outrage," blubbered Esbern.

"If all you joore, mortals, were assumed vicious to one another would you kill each other off without giving the other to prove their innocence," I accused.

With that everyone quieted and said nothing more.

"Everyone to your chambers. It has been a long, exciting day," Scout mumbled, rubbing her temples.

The Blades dispersed as two called Scout by the title of "Harbinger" and a few more by the title of "Thane".

And with grace the Dragonborn inclined her head modestly towards their backs as Delphine an Esbern skulked off like pompous trolls. Once they left, the Dragonborn's resolve was shattered. Picking up a dagger she threw it at Alduin's Wall with a war cry causing it to land in between Alduin's stone etched eyes.

"By the Nine Divine is nothing in life easy?! Have they not given me enough to carry as burdens and curses," she exclaimed, punching the table causing it to splinter.

I kept my face void of emotion although my heart screamed to go out to her. I watched as the Dragonborn fell to her knees with her face in her hands. I sighed as I walked over to her, picking her up like a sick child. Automatically her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist. I kept one hand at the crook of her neck and the other on the outside of her thigh.

"Where's your room," I whispered into her ear.

"Up the stairs. There is a torch on the left side with the symbols of all the Guilds. Pull it and the wall will slide open to reveal the way," she sniffled into my shoulder.

Following the Dovahkiin's instructions, I carried her up the stairs and to the hallway. After I located the torch I removed my hand from her neck causing her to shiver and pulled the lever. The stone bricks folded over one another as they showed a black marble flooring twisted with multiple colors. In awe I stepped forward and looked to see a dragon's skeleton wrapped around a red silken, circular bed with a skull looking over it protectively. My heart lurched as I kept going. The fire place held a bright burning flame with two chairs facing it and a table with mean an sliced cheese in between. Most of the walls were covered with bookshelves filled to the brim with books and pieces of scrolls hanging off the ledge. Four mannequins held guild armor an weapons attached to them with decorative commodities strewn around them. There was also an alchemy lab and weapons enchanter tucked away into nooks. Finally there was a simple trunk with a weird lock holding it together.

"You want me to put you to bed," I murmured in the Dragonborn's ear.

The young woman nodded as I strode to the bed with smooth steps. Leaning forward I felt the Dragonborn's arms and legs loosen as I placed her in bed. When I pulled back I saw warm, amber eyes staring back at me in wonder.

"I'm surprised you haven't killed anyone yet," Scout mused teasingly.

I chuckled, "It's a challenge not to, Dovahkiin."

"Haha, I hear you on that," she chuckled.

I smiled down at Scout as she chuckled but soon she glanced up at me an blushed. Soon I realized what position we were in and I chuckled. I eased my chest off of hers as I stood straight.

"Good night, Dragonborn."

I began to walk away till I felt her grab my wrist.

"Wait," she breathed as she batted her eyes then asked. "Will you stay here tonight, please?"

I opened my mouth to turn down her request the shut it as soon as I looked down at her. Her eyes showed whatever bright, innocence she held as her sleek dar brown braid swept over her right shoulder. I nodded in agreement as she let go of my wrist. I sat down on the edge of her bed as I unlaced my boots. After I pulled them off, I laid down on my side to face the Dragonborn. She smiled at me as tears welled up in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Scout," I asked, brushing away a tear.

She laid her hand on top of mine, conforming it to the side of her face.

"Odahviing, I'm scared. I'm not ruler material... I don't know what's going to happen but all I know is is that something bad is about to happen. I'm not in fear of my life but all of Tamriel's. And I'm sorry," she mumbled, tears rolling off her face softly.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I brushed my thumb across her cheek then whispered, "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"For turning you into a human, you must hate me," Scout sobbed.

The Dragonborn curled in herself, hiding away from the world. I sighed pulling her close to me allowing her to tuck her face into the nook of my shoulder.

"No I do not hate you Dovahkiin," I reassured as the young woman kept sobbing.

I continued to hold onto her as I gently squeezed more each time as Akatosh's words echoed in my mind.

-.-.-.-

The thunderous sounds blasted over head as lava crashed against the blood red ground of the plane. Ahead of me was Mehrunes Dagon as he cradled a subconscious woman, whom I couldn't make out in his hand. I turned to see myself chained to the ground in dragon form as I struggled helplessly.

"Dovahkiin," I heard myself shout.

Turning back I saw a ceremonial alter with five spikes.

"This puny mortal you consider 'Dragonborn' was no match for me. Now once again all of Tamriel will once again fear me," Mehrunes Dagon cackled.

The Daedric prince lifted his hand and splayed out the Dragonborn neatly as he plucked the new reformed Amulet of Kings away from her breast. Crushing the pendant over the alter caused a red ring to form. I myself couldn't move as I watched my other form struggle. Soon the Dragonborn's groans of pain could be heard. Mehrunes smirked malevolently as he twisted his hand around and then slammed the Dragonborn into the spikes.

I listened to her sickening scream as her wrists, legs and chest were punctured by the spikes. She looked over at my dragon form as she lifted one hand off of its spike to reach out towards me with tears rolling down her cheeks. I listened to her as she drew her last breath and collapsed against the spikes as her blood trickled down the spikes.

-.-.-.-

I shot up with sweat clinging to my skin as I glanced around to notice I was still in the Dragonborn's chamber. Looking down at the floor I found the young woman gazing at me.

"You were having a nightmare," she croaked, with dried up tear stains on her cheeks.

I sighed, "Yes... one that I would rather not have again."

Scout looked up at me as she crawled up towards me and in between my legs as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her small built frame an allowed myself to take solace in her embrace. My chest pained as I realized how badly the dream affected me. Again Akatosh's words echoed in my mind as I gripped the Dovahkiin harder like a lover afraid to lose their better half.