Throughout the lands of Skyrim, the birds sang and hummed so beautifully as deer galloped across the grassy land that was covered in dew. The deer stopped and their ears and tails perked up as a darkened shadow grew near. The shadow showed wings that spread out across the grassy land. The grass was wilting to the roots as the deer were lying on the grass, their flesh being burned to their bones and the consuming of their flesh satisfied the demonic shadow. A low growl came from the shadow as its wings flapped up and disappeared into the mountains of Skyrim.
Eighteen years later.
Something swift across the village of Solitude as an angry mob full of villagers shouted angrily at the swift figure.
"Thief!" One man shouted at the figure as the figure turned, laughing hysterically at the man. The figure looked mysterious to the villagers of Solitude. The figure had a hood that masked its face into the darkness, the torso held an ebony blade beside the waist, and the leggings held three bottles of various poisons. As the mysterious figure went through the village wall, it went straight to a stable that was filled with horses of many kinds. The figure slit off its hood, showing a girl. An Imperial girl, as a matter of fact, that smirked widely and held a small brown bag that kept making a sound gold in each movement. "Ha! Another steal complete."
Thunderstorms grew stronger and stronger as an elder sat in a throne on the peaks in the mountains. The elder slowly closed his eyes and saw a vision. A vision of the girl riding a white horse across the land with a smile on her face. "She must be the one." The elder spoke out softly as a smile appeared on his face, still seeing the girl in his vision.
"Moira… the Dragonborn."
