-Chapter I- The Beginning of the End Pt. 1

-Whiterun, Skyrim

-15 First Seed

-1:00 P.M.

-Nicholas

Throughout history, there has been a being of the dark among us, always different, yet very similar to ourselves. Though he is known by many names throughout time, they are never remembered by those whom never knew him, never recited through history, forever to be the unknown hero, despite what their achievements were, they shall never be known...or perhaps, maybe they will someday. The line of the Power Keeper shalt never fall, lest they be bested by its mortal enemy, created by same hands as he, with the sole purpose to hunt down and destroy his brother, the Abysmal Demon Manus...

I sat in my bedroom, waiting for I did not know what. I just positioned myself on my bed, in complete mental ignorance of what events lie ahead for me in the days to come. Today, I start my training to be the new dragonborn, a time I've been dreading for years, even before I knew what it had meant.

I am Nicholas Swiftsword V, a name handed down the past few generations of my family, earned by my great grandfather, most commonly known as the Hero of Kvatch. He had been the one who had saved the people of Cyrodiil from the cruel wrath of the Daedric Prince: Mehrunes Dagon in the Oblivion Crisis. He had first appeared in Cyrodiil under unknown circumstances, and whenever he was asked, he claimed he had not remembered anything prior to waking up in a prison cell.

Ever since, the Swiftsword family proudly kept the name. My father, Nicholas Swiftsword IV, was the first dragonborn to appear in Tamriel since the Oblivion Crisis, when he was arrested for illegally crossing the border from Cyrodiil to Skyrim. Every time he was questioned for doing so, he always said a strange force overcame him. Some say it was Talos himself.

A familiar voice awoke from my mental slumber.

"Nick, open up!" comes from behind the door.

Great. I thought,show time. I start to get up, but I end up slumping back into my original position. Hoping to be able to pass up on my "responsibilities" and "duties" as the dragonborn, waiting for either to be scorned or let go. Of course, I never do get what I usually hope for.

"Nick, get out here, now!"

"Just a second!" I responded.

"Come on, the sages are in the courtyard waiting for you."

The sages...my mind began to wander off again. About five years ago, in one of the Pokemon Regions known as Unova, a huge civil war between an army called "Team Plasma" had commenced. The seven sages originally had sought out to free pokémon from what they thought to be abusive trainers, but, after discovering the leader Ghetsis' true intentions of trying to rule the world, some of the sages went to stand up against him. However, others still sided with him. After the fight, all that remained of them wanted to see if they could use their "wisdom" to help "enlighten" me.

"Coming!" I responded. My body at last caught up with with my mind, and I got up. As I started to walk towards the door, I stopped in front of a shelf mounted on the wall a short distance from the door. It wasn't much, just a small collection of different bits of junk I've found over the years. But I looked at the newest edition to the tiny horde, a small figurine I found not even a week ago, when I was out in the sparring arena practicing my swordsmanship with a few men. It was a small mushroom man. He held up a slingshot, aiming with a single eye at its target, at an unknown entity visible only to him, staring into its own world.

"Nick!" I jumped "Come on! I know how easily distracted you get, so get out here!"

"Right, sorry" I say as I open the door, revealing my mentor, Max. He was from a neighboring country not so well known called Guardiana. He was taller, with green eyes, looking at me through a couple of long, orange strands of hair hanging over his face.

"It's alright," he said, "were you daydreaming again?"

"I was thinking, is all," I replied.

He shook his head and turned around to lead me outside. As we started to walk to the training center, going through the intersecting halls in between my room and the outside. I look at Max, he was like my best friend, as well as my only friend. He was my greatest ally. My father was never around, in fact I had never even met him, but Max was always there for me, making sure I never got into trouble. I could trust him with anything.

I remembered once he told me that one of the reasons he came in the first place was that he knew my father very well. They never told me how they met though. I knew him my whole life, or at least, as far back as I can remember. After a couple of minutes lost in thought again, I turn my attention to the multiple weapons, objects, and artifacts in glass cases that lined the walls of the halls we walked through to get upstairs on the ground floor. I looked at all the unique things in the halls and rooms of the building.

I remembered that Max had told me that this used to be the Companions quarters, but when they learned that the newest dragonborn needed a place to be trained and raised, they gladly offered their own home for the son of the Harbinger, or their leader, of the organization. I didn't know what that meant at the time, but I eventually learned the customs of each guild in Skyrim, including the Companions, which are a small group of nords who help whoever they can, often doing wayward jobs; the thieves guild, a group of thieves looking to make any profit on anything they can get their hands on, who have apparently been seen working alongside with the Dark Brotherhood, or a league of assassins, for years; and the College of Winterhold, a school for mages, wizards, and the such.

We climbed up the stairs into something a lot like a mess hall, being a large room with banners hung up everywhere. A long room first created to give the Companions somewhere to dine, but ending up as a mead hall more than anything, with two long tables on each side parallel to a fire pit in the middle, providing as both a heat source, and a light source.

Turning left from there and opening the doors that led to what used to be the Companion's sparring yard, and is now the only place in all of Skyrim, no, Tamriel that I despise more than anything. As Max opened the doors leading outside I was temporarily blinded by the fierce light escaping through the doors, emanating off the sun, onto my face, straight into my eyes. But as I found out not even five minutes later, the real pain had yet to begin.