Two argonian brothers, laid by the same mother, were abandoned in black marsh. Their mother, killed by 4 Argonian bandits. As the leader strick his blade through her chest, the basket she was carrying fell. She panted and gasped for air briefly before dying. A skinny bandit looked in the basket and gasped when he saw the eggs. The bandits glared at the eggs for a second, before conversing on what to do. one suggested scrambled. Another said Omelet. The leader told his group that one shall be an offering to the local Hist tree, while the other could be sold to an Argonian who can't produce eggs. They all agreed on ththis plan. The bandit leader grinned, showing golden teeth and bendimg down to grab the basket. before he could pick it up, a dragon began circling overhead. It swopped down and landed in fromt of the small group of bandits.This dragon was the last of it's species, having four legs and wings.He growled, smoke escaping from his mouth and nostrils. The four stood their ground Despite their better judgement screaming at them, telling them to run. The dragon opened it mouth, and shouted "YOL TOOR SHUL". A stream of fire bursted from his mouth as the bandits were lit on fire. They desperately ran around in vain to put out the fire. It didn't work, and all four bandits were left as charred corpses. The mighty dragon looked at the eggs. He wanted to eat the eggs. They looked so delicious and ready to be eaten. He didn't, however. He was the last dragon alive from his knowledge, and he needed to spread the power of the thu'um. He waited patiently for them to hatch. One hatched sooner than the other. The first hatched was a dark blue, almost black, agronian with spikes pointing upward along were his eyebrows would be. a row of horns that resembles a mohawk started from the top of his head to the back. two other horns were alongside the horn at the top of his head. The second born was a dark green with odd purple marking surrounding his face. He had a feather sprouting from the top of his head. As the dragon trained them, he noticed they were both skilled warriors.the first hatched was skilled with sword, while his brother was skilled with magic. The first hatched was named Zahkrii, which in dragon tongue means sword. The brother was named Kro, meaning mage.19 years passed since the eggs hatched, and they were fine young Argonians.Zahkrii had a lot more muscle mass than Kro. He bowed his head has he said goodbye to them as he sent them off. Boiling tears streamed his face as he watched them walk out his cave. As the left, they were exposed to the world, and on their own without guidance of the dragon. Almost as soon as they arrived in a nearby city in black marsh, they were kicked out for not praising or knowing what the hist was. They were swiftly kicked out of black marsh soon after. They began their adventure as the traveling Argonians. As they travelled across Tamriel, they saw many things and learned even more. After years I of exploration, they made it to Skyrim. Skyrim was one of the most gorgeous places they've seen, with the gigantic mountains. They were 25 when they stepped foot on the border of skyrim. Kro has mastered destruction, conjuration and restoration. Zahkrii mastered the techniques of the sword and shield, heavy armor and bow. As they reached darkwater crossing, the true tale of the Argonian brothers begin...