Ladies and pattycakes! Mortals and jellyfishes! I welcome you to my first fanficton! This is all new to me, so please be a nice little mortal and review when you see grammar mistakes, errors to the lore, an idea that could make the story more interesting, or you just have questions about certain parts of the story(Questions as to what the armor is, what the spells are, how things work, sanity corroding word and space placement, etc.).

Advice: familiarizing yourself with the Cthulhu mythos might help you understand some things better. It's also a great mythos to get into. Very interesting stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls franchise or the Familiar of Zero franchise.

Every man and mer who was around at the end of aggression knew where they were when Alduin, the great devourer, was slain. The dying words and roars of him were echoed in the souls of the living, as they were spoken in the land of the dead.

It was a joyous day for all, mer and men, living and dead, mortal and immortal, daedra, aedra, and dovah(though the latter's joy was as short lived as their lives). Even the dwemer might have smiled, wherever they may have been.

The great hero, Dovahkiin, will certainly always be remembered in history for that moment, even if his other accomplishments may one day be lost to the sands of time.

But what happened to him?

Forty summers after his victory in Sovngarde, the last of the dragonborn seemed to simply disappear. Many scholars and adventurers argue to this day what happened to him, some scholars suggesting the dawnguard or brotherhood remnants had claimed his life, or an ancient dungeon proved to be too much. Nobody had claimed to know who or what killed him, even in rumors.

Some adventurers, however, claimed to have been saved by a dark green spirit clad in dragon bones, or were offered assistance by a shadowy purple figure that would cut throats of the undead, and use illusion magic to make the undead fight each other, offering healing whenever their friends were on the verge of death.

Even some ordinary lumberjacks have claimed to have been saved from bandits by an unseen archer that used a traditional bow, one which fired arrows that vanished as soon as the archer did.

Even after the legends, spells, knowledge, prosperity, and artifacts he brought in his wake, there was nothing but stories and dragon bones to ever indicate he walked Tamriel after his disappearance.

Until twenty summers later.

It is known as the Last Step. It is a door found at the end of the path of the seven thousand steps, at the top of the throat of the world. The greybeards had no knowledge of the last step ever being constructed, and neither did the dragon of the path, Paarthurnax, going so far as to claim it hadn't existed the day before.

What was found inside certainly could have explained his absence!

It is the only known place in Tamriel where, due to many blessings and complicated enchantments that Nocturnal refuses to let mortals see, space and time are distorted inside, and magicka won't function properly(though illusion spells have been reported to work from time to time, as long as it only effects the caster).

Inside the Last Step, is a long hallway of descriptions and paintings, depicting the Dragonborn's life, from his childhood study of alteration, to his interest in dwemer technology, to his vanquishing of the dark brotherhood and dawnguard , then finally to his reputation as an immortal purifier and kind guardian.

There were many tomes of knowledge within the Last Step, one of which is the reason why your clothing makes you unlikely to get sick!

In the last few paintings, It becomes extremely hard to tell what happens, but there is a featureless, gray skinned man wearing mage robes that is assumed to be the dragonborn.

How did he end up in such a way?

Was he punished by the aedra or the daedra?

Did he become a servant of a daedric prince?

Or did he ascend to aedrahood, and create that form to live in?

Nobody knows for sure, but one thing is certain: Whatever may have happened, the dragonborn is still alive, and as long as he is alive, he will keep evil forever at bay!

You know, looking back on this, I could have done much better. I tried to make it seem like this was a tamrielic book, but I couldn't handle that style. Thing is, I know exactly what happened to him, and exactly where he is now. Hopefully I can learn to type faster in time. Took me 3 hours to write this, although I've been pregnant with this idea for 3 days, and have been refining it gradually. It's just that this idea of a Tamrielic book as an intro is less than new. Rest assured, however, that dovahkiin is as badass as you would expect a two-century year old immortal mage with access to all knowledge at his disposal to be. However, this may have cost him his humanity. :P Oh well! Please rate and review!