The Dragonborn's Beginnings
Prolog
His Warning
My story began years ago before the wars, the murders, the insanity, Alduin, hell before I was even able to talk. Akatosh, the first divine, the king of divines, the father of all dragons, the corrupt bastard who controls my life. He visited me in my cradle and blessed me as Dovahkiin or Dragonborn in Norse. From that moment on I was his slave, I didn't know that until a few years ago, but we'll get to that later. Back onto the beginning of my life's story. I was the sole heir of the Hairy Hooligan's, the only child of Stoick and Vallahramma Haddock, supposed hope and pride of Berk. Well, that's what Stoick wanted, too bad I was a hiccup, the runt, and rightly so for I was born 2 months early. I wasn't supposed to live through my first winter, But Akatosh couldn't have his legendary Dragonborn dying early. Where was I again? "Umm bitching about your horrible infancy?" Hey I don't bitch! Watch it you stupid author! Get out of my monolog! But to continue, I lived through my first, second, third, and fourth winter before Stoick decided I was ready to begin weapon training. It took all of 2 weeks for Stoick to give up on me, however my mother saw something no one else did, I was left handed. So for the next 7 years she trained me in all forms of combat, hand to hand, archery, sword fighting, duel wield, martial arts, and many others. She also taught me mathematics, engineering, science, psychology, history, religion, survival teachings, and other academic areas that she had books on from her years of adventuring and gathering knowledge to further advance viking society... Not that they listened. But on that fateful night, my birthday to be exact, everything changed, I became someone else, something else. And that is where my story begins…