Years after the Dragonborn left the scene and went into retirement, the Nords of Skyrim seemed ill-at-ease with their new ruler at Windhelm. Sure, the Empire had been the protectors of Skyrim but because of the Dragonborn's vital decision to side with the Stormcloaks, history was changed forever and the Old Empire eventually fell to the Aldmeri
Dominion. The Stormcloaks went South to fight to regain Cyrodil from the Thalmor but it was a costly battle, thousands of Nords and Imperials fell to the High Elves.
Chapter One.
An ordinary man felt a quickening in him that seemed odd. At first he thought that Sheogorath was playing tricks on his mind but when he spoke with his family, they recommended
that he speak with the Priests of Talos. His name was Bjorn Whitemane. Rumors had it that Bjorn was an unnamed heir of the Septim Emperors and therefore "Dragonblood" and he
tried not to speak of it but instead ran his sawmill at Dragonsbridge. He didn't consider himself too much of an adventurer. His brother had run off some years before and gotten
himself killed in some cave trying to be a hero. He put on some armor and a sword and went looking for his brother's mortal remains but found that his brother had dropped into a
natural well inside the cave and there was no way out of the natural well that he could see so he said a blessing and left his brother there. Interestingly on his way back, he got lost and encountered a Word Wall and found that he learned the word immediately. So it was true then. He was indeed the second Dragonborn. The first Dragonborn was living in
splendor at Solitude with his wife of fifty years. He returned to his mill and told his family he needed to speak with someone. They bid him farewell and he left for Solitude. He wisely took the carriage to the city, knowing how dangerous the roads still were, with bandits and occultists still stalking the land. Once he got to Solitude, he went to Proudspire Manor and was greeted warmly by the First Dragonborn. "Come in, I have been expecting you for a long time." said the First Dragonborn. They sat down over a hearty meal of rabbit
and spoke of the gravity of being of Dragonblood. "It is no game or laughing matter, bloodkin. It is deadly serious. I came so close to dying so many times that I couldn't even begin
to count." said the First Dragonborn. "But you slew the World Eater? Did you absorb his soul?" asked the Bjorn. "No." said the First Dragonborn flatly. "His soul was too big and too black for me to absorb. I fear I would have become the Second World Eater had that happened." said the First Dragonborn. "So if he comes back?" asked the Second Dragonborn. "That is where you come in my bloodkin." smiled the First Dragonborn. "If you see him come back in any form, slay him." said the First Dragonborn. "I know only one Word of Power" said the Second. "Go to High Horothgar and present yourself. If they call you." said the First Dragonborn. "How do I get that call?" asked the Second. "Go fight a dragon!" said the First. "That is how the Greybeards heard me." said the First. "Shall we go fight ourselves a dragon?" asked the Second. "Sure, I am itching for another adventure anyway. I am getting weary of being Queen Elisif's pet bird at Court." said the First. The First grabbed some enchanted weapons and armor and threw some armor to the Second and an enchanted weapon. The First stocked up on healing potions and cure potions. They suited up and the First kissed his wife and children goodbye. "I'll be back soon." said the First. The two walked out into Solitude and a gaurd casually asked if they expected trouble. "We are trouble, for dragons." said the First. The gaurd laughed at that and they hit the road and walked to some old fort. They both heard the unmistakable sound of a dragon call. "Get ready." said the First. The dragon swooped down and almost grabbed the first. "Fus!" shouted the Second and "Fus Rho Dha!" shouted the First and they both hit the dragon dead on. They succeeded in grounding the dragon long enough to cut it's throat open
and both dragonborns absorbed the soul of the dead dragon and oddly enough, during the soul transfer, the Second suddenly learned everything that the First knew. Including Dragonrend. "Dovakiin!" cried a distant voice and the Second knew that he had to go. They exchanged looks and the First bid him farewell. "I am old. You are young. May you defeat the new evil in the world." said the First Dragonborn.
To Be Continued.....
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