Hello this is my first ever story here in fanfiction. And this prologue is something I made quickly to make clear what kind of direction I'm going with this story.

Anyway let's get started.

I do not own neither Skyrim or Familiar of Zero

Warning: English isn't my first language so expect spelling errors.

Prologue

"Uuh… boy, can't you let your father sleep for just a moment?" Samuel asked his son while trying to make his way to the bedroom a ten-year-old boy still hanging from his arm. "I just came back from the dragon hunt, Eric."

"But now that you are finally back, you can tell me all about the hunt." The boy named Eric said to his father.

Samuel saw a spark in the boy's eyes. The very same spark that he had when he was a child in a small orphanage in Riften. "You know what? I'll give you something greater."

He didn't know how but the boy's sparks only grew. Samuel went to his nightstand opened it and took something big out of it.

"What is it?" Eric asked and failed to keep the anticipation out of his voice.

"Come here and sit." Eric easily obligated and sat on his parents' bed. Samuel stepped in front of him holding a big square thing. "This is what taught us how to properly our hunts." He handed him the thing and Eric finally saw what it was.

"A book?" First Eric was confused it was a simple black leather book with a silver lined pentagram on the cover. As far he knows he remembers seeing a book that looked exactly like this in Runa's house. "Is it a magical book?"

"No, it's just a book every Redblade is given before they are ready to join the training." He looked at the book with a small smile.

"But what is so special about it?" Eric's confusion just grew. And he couldn't make any sense of it because he didn't know how to read yet.

"Since you can't read yet I'll give you a hint." Eric looked at his father confusion still growing in his eyes. "The writer of that book is the reason why dragons are no longer the biggest threat to us. Well… at least not as threatening to us like in my young days anymore."

Eric pondered for a while before answering "The Dragonborn!" Samuel's face stayed neutral but a small frown could be seen for a second.

"Close, but not quite," Samuel answered and continued. "Sure the Dragonborn saved us from Alduin. But who taught us how hunt down dragons? Whose teachings are still taught to every Redblade in training?"

Eric was trying to figure it out again until figurative candlelight rose over his head "Louise the first Redblade!" Eric answered proudly. And by his father's small smile on his face, he knew he guessed right.

"That's right Eric." Samuel said and patted his son's back "Louise wrote that book, and even personally gave that book to me when I was still in the orphanage." Eric suddenly stopped moving and looked at the book mouth hanging open.

"Louise Valliere. The one whose tactics and experience the Redblades still use in the great dragon hunts gave you one of her books written by herself!" Samuel had to hold in a laugh after seeing his son suddenly hold that book like it was a priceless vase that was going to break.

"That is why I'm keeping it in my nightstand. Although thanks to the duplicate spell they can make as many copies they want, as long they have materials for it." Samuel took the book and turned it to the last page and looked at the signature of Louise.

"Anyway! How about I'll tell you stories of a woman who wielded a bloodred blade, wore a Dawnguard Armor. And caused fear in the eyes of the dragons!" Before Eric could say yes Samuel let the longest yawn he had in a long time.

"But maybe later when I have rested." Samuel said half yawning and lying in his bed "Anyway wake me up when mother gets home."

"But couldn't you stay awake for just the moment to tell me how you got a book from her?." Samuel just pulled a cover over himself and let out a snore.

And now the story can begin.