Prologue: Unslaadsos (unending blood)
It was just the 2nd of Sun's Dawn over in the land of Skyrim just north of Cyrodill. It was the dusk of the Third Era, and Martin Septim had just sacrificed himself in an event that will forever be remembered as the Oblivion Crisis. With his brave sacrifice, becoming the avatar of Akatosh the Dragon God of Time himself, he valiantly fough off Mehrunes Dagon and saved not only Tamriel, but all Nirn. This ultimately brought also the destruction of the Amulet of Kings and the Last of the Septim Dynasty…. Or so we thought.
"Krosis. I have felt the blood of the Septim dovah touch the bones of Lorkhan. He is no more, but there will be a new Dovahkiin to once again light the Dovyol, Dragonfire…"
"Master, how can that be if Martin Septim was the last of his blood?" asked Aargon, chief among those called the Greybeards.
"Fear not." Declared Paarthunax, "My father Akatosh had vowed not to break his covenant that began with Alessia who he had bestowed upon the Amulet of Kings, blessed with his own Divine blood." He remained firm in the sight of his disciples' anguished demeanour.
Then, just as Paarthunax concluded his speech, a great warp had appeared before them, and out came 5 Elder Scrolls that seem to contain information and dates that are yet to arrive. Akatosh sent these Elder Scrolls that will foretell the arrival of the heir to his covenant, a Dovahkiin Emperor whose birth right is the Ruby Throne.
Humbled by what had just manifested within their midst, Brother Borelius asked their master, "If it is the will of the Divines, than it will be done, but what use do these Elder Scrolls have until the prophesy is fulfilled?"
"The qosdiit, prophesy will be fulfilled once a Dovahkiin will walk Tamriel again. But until then, krosis, we must protect these and await the return of the Joordov, mortal dragon."
The rest of the Greybeards spoke amongst themselves, and contemplated the words of wisdom their master had spoken. Aargon asked, "Master, what will be our mission with these scrolls?"
"Each of you will posses one of the five kel, elder scrolls, and with that you will keep it until your end of days, and pass it on to your successor who will do as you did in your time."
Paarthunax added, "But the power of the scrolls must never be abused, if it ever falls into the hands of the Daedric Lord Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal then the power will be wielded to ensure the complete destruction of the Septims and with it, the destruction of the Plane of Mundus itself."
"Yes master! May the will of the Nine be done" they all said together.
"But, until the time of the next Dovahkiin, we must continue to follow the way of the voice, and master the thu'um." Spoke Paarthunax to his disciples.
The seeds of the return of the proud line of the Man-god Talos has been sown. Only time will tell when, Akatosh has foreseen the future treachery of the Daedra whom he dreaded, he willed the return of the Dovahkiin Emperor after the next Dovahkiin walks Tamriel again and ushers in a new era. Until such time, the Greybeards stand vigilant to his return and the fulfilment of the prophesy.
Meanwhile in a realm beyond time itself….
In the immortal realm of the divines, Aetherius. Akatosh summoned all the nine to the Halls of Time to discuss the Prophesy of the Dovahkiin Emperor. Among those in attendance most importantly was the patriarch of the bloodline itself the one known to the Empire as Tiber Septim, but to most he is known as the apotheosized warrior-king Talos.
"Brother and sisters," spoke Akatosh addressing the other Divines, "We all know of the treachery of Mehrunes Dagon, and in order to stop him brought the end of the Septim dynasty."
Talos, most emotionally affected by the event, rose and declared to his colleagues, "Friends, I grieve a great many sorrows for the death of my descendants, but their sacrifice will not have been in vain. Great thanks to the intersection of Akatosh and the Elder Scrolls, a Dovahkiin Septim Emperor will once again unite the lost and wandering souls of Tamriel."
"And what pray tell do you plan to do Talos?" sceptically asked Arkay.
"With the blessing of the rest of you, I personally will descend from the immortal plane and incarnate myself to become mortal once again. In the form of the return of the septims that the Elder Scrolls have foretold, I myself will take on the challenge, although with my decadence, I will no longer be Talos Stormcrown or Tiber Septim, but a child with the immortal blood of a dragon."
Kynareth came forward, perplexed by Talos' plan to return to mortality, "Talos, why is this so important that you must become mortal?"
The discussion was getting very emotional and fueled as the divines continued to debate the plan of their fellow divine Talos, when suddenly a loud thump was heard across the hall. Akatosh was about to speak his piece.
And he said, "Brother and sister, I personally do not enjoy the idea of losing one of our own, but his sacrifice is the only way to stop the Daedric Princes from overpowering us, and plunging Nirn into a dark abyss, from where there is no turning back. To save the mortal plane, a Dragonborn Emperor must sit on the ruby throne and light the dragon fires that will seal the gates of Oblivion. Without the dragon fires, my power alone can only hold it for so long, but eventually I too will weaken and the Princes Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal will unleash untold horrors, and the covenant will be broken. However, if Talos where to return to Mundus in the era of the next Dragonborn, then we will be able to seal the gates and bay their power, perhaps forever with the sacrifice of a Divine."
Talos and the other Divines thought long and hard over what to say next, but all of them knew that they truly only had one choice.
"I will do it!" Said Talos with his divine Thu'um, "if it is the only way to save the people and all living things on Nirn, then I will give all I have in honourable sacrifice."
Arkay came forth and said to all, "When the era of the next dragonborn comes then I will incarnate you into the world, but you will no longer have any recollection of your divinity or your great life as Tiber Septim. You will be birthed to a man and a woman as any mortal would, but your distinction is that when the right time comes, Akatosh will speak to Paarthunax and the Greybeards will guide you to fulfil the prophesy."
"Talos, understand what you are about to do," Said Akatosh, "Once Arkay births you into Nirn, there will be no going back, and Talos will be no more and a new destiny will lay before you."
Though at that moment they were all divine, they started to show some rather, mortal emotions such as pain, anguish and sadness.
And so it was decided, when the new era dawns, Talos will descend to once again walk Tamriel as a man with a destiny written in the stars.