Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic and first of the series "The Next Dragonborn" I will continue the story if the first of the series ends up with positive reviews. I would appreciate some reviews if you can. There will be up to 8 chapters in the book. I understand there is bad structures, but this will change next chapter I promise.
CHAPTER 1: HISTORY IS WRITTEN...
"AGH" Yelled the Bandit as my sword pierces through his rib cage, killing him.
"That's the last of them" Said Thoron, approaching my side.
"Yeah, we should head back to Whiterun and inform Commander Anton about the cave being cleared." I said.
"Not yet, Jakob, we should see if these guys have any loot." Thoron said, lowering his sword and pointing to the chest by the remains of a unknown person.
We are in a cave in the Whiterun Hold, owned by Bandits trying to cause a muck around the Hold itself. My name is Jakob, I am a Whiterun Gaurd sent with my friend, Thoron to clear out the cave and kill the bandits. The year is 4E 489, alot has occured since the time of the Dragonborn. The Aldmeri Dominion finally excepted Talos as a god after being pushed back all the way to the Summerset Isles, however at great cost to the Empire. Around 4E 350, the Empire you know changed to what is now known as the 5th Empire. Our Emperor, Porius Courio III, is corrupt along with his Council, the High Kings play along, and there is no reason to do any harm if no harm is being done. His corruption is purely political, and doesn't bother to cause a widespread scene to the public, atleast not yet.
My name is Jakob Brin-Stone, I am a nord as my last name implies. I was born in Whiterun on 4E 462 and lived there most of my life, I have long blonde hair, Black Eyes, and I am rather short for my age, I have "great" physical abilities, as my father used to say when I was little.
I met my friend, Thoron Sonrig when I was just a boy, he is Breton of course, but that doesn't make me change any difference to who he is, he has Brown Medium-Length Hair, he is average hight, and has decent physical abilities, his Dark Green eyes lay a glow in the dark, which we would use alot to scare his sister at night. My parents were strangley obsessed with Sovngarde or Polotics, my father Norrid Brin-Stone would sit in his office all day and talk to his colleagues how the economy is doing and how he can improve it. He never played with me or spent any large amount of time with me, but it didn't matter, I was a mommas boy since the begining. My mother, Haema was a house-wife, taking care of either grocies, the family, or my fathers mead. I forgot to mention my father was the owner of Henningbrew Medery for 48 years. My family was stubborn, and my mother always taught me to never act like the other family members around the house.
Thoron puts his arm to my chest, keeping me from tripping. I look down to see a wire, I look up and see a arrow hole directly infront of me, pointing at my chest. "Almost got you there" Said Thoron.
"Thanks" I replied. I back up and pull out my iron dagger, cutting the wire and seeing the arrow fly into the rock wall behind me. We move closer to the body and the chest. We get to the chest and notice that it is empty.
"Damn" said Thonor, slamming down the chest. "Empty" he said.
"Gods, should I search the body for anything?" I asked,
"Sure" Thonor replied. I moved to the body, which looked a couple hundred years old. He is wearing rather fancy clothes, but a severly dusted and ripped. He is laying face down on the ground, I turn his body around and I notice that most of his face had decayed, and he looks what appears to be a Imperial. I notice a book in his hand, it looks like it was a journal, but to big to be someones. It might have been a book. "Hey Thoron!" I shout.
"What? Did you find anything? Amethyst? Ruby? Diamond?" He asked. He approached me.
"No, a book." I replied.
"A book!? What in oblivion are we going to do with a book!?" He asked.
"Calm down, it looks important, look at the design on the cover."
Thoron grabs the book and looks at the symbol. "By the nine, this is the symbol for Dragonborn." He said.
"It could just be that one book we had to read in school, what was it called, Tales of the Dragonborn or something?" I say, standing up from the dead body.
"The Book of the Dragonborn." Thoron says, correcting me.
"Right, right. Should we read it?" I ask.
"Eh, I am not that good a reader, how about you? But just a few chapters." Thonor says
"Alright" I say. Thoron hands me the book, and I open the book, it is dusted so I blow alot of it off.
"The Documentary, by Cauis Seten..."