Hey guys! I decided to rewrite. I can't stand knowing I can do better and just leaving that butts story up, so here we are! Hopefully for the better!

A Fool's Daughter will also get a rewrite, if you're curious about that one. I'll try to update both stories.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think so far. :) I always appreciate feedback of any kind.

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There's always a reason for nightmares. Mine may have been from the terrible things I've been thrown into: losing my memory, then escaping execution while evading a dragon, the countless lives I've taken, maybe the dragon's souls I've stolen, or the unbearable weight dropped upon my shoulders, save the world, or we all perish. Or, nightmares and dreams could be visions of the future. That night, I didn't know which it was, nightmare or dream, but it was unlike anything I've ever felt before.

Gasping, I woke. Cold sweat coated my skin. I frantically looked into the dense darkness around me, until moments later, my eyes adjusted. I realized I was in my room, in the large empty manor I had built near Falkreath. I liked the quiet of the place, and the lake was beautiful when the sunlight danced upon it. I took a deep breath of air, trying to calm myself and tell myself it was only a dream.

But perhaps I was wrong.

The wind howled, and hurt my sensitive ears. Faintly I heard, a deep powerful, and vaguley familiar voice whispered in the winds outside the manor walls.

"Nu yah Dovahkiin."

This piqued my curiosity, and I got up from bed. Walking outside, despite the stinging rain and thunder, I heard it better. I couldn't understand, but I knew it had to do with me.

For I am Dovahkiin.

I felt, stuck. I struggled to open my eyes, and I could not move. Glancing around, I found that I was in a dimly lit room. How did I get here? Why was I here? My muscles ached as I tried to move. I could not. A woman then entered. Her ears were long and came to a point, the tips peeking out from behind a curtain of red hair. She sat down in a chair, and tugged at her sleeves, as if preparing to do something. An older man then came through the doorway forcefully. He was of the same race. The woman stood quickly, and the man began to speak firmly.

"Estorane! What do you think you're doing?" The man had long blonde hair, pushed away from his face, which consisted of sharp features.

"I'm trained in healing magic!" The woman, apparently Estorane, countered.

"Not well enough. You've only just begun your training." Estorane looked at the ground, then pointed at me.

"He's hurt, Halaril. I was just going to help." Halaril's expression softened. But he then approached, grabbing a limb of mine and bending it. I wailed in pain. He looked at me, then, holding his hands in the air above me, he closed his eyes, and they began glowing. Warmth and comfort came over me. What was this? When he finished, the elf grabbed me by the back of my neck, and pulled me into an upright position. I placed my arms so I would not fall back again. I could now move freely. I nodded slightly to him, thanking him. He stood straight again.

"Estorane, go prepare some food." The girl then left in a hurry. My eyes followed after her. Halaril looked at me, and then sat in a chair near me.

"What's your name?" At this question I thought hard. But I couldn't recall. I shook my head. Halaril sighed. "You've no idea how you got here? Where you were before? Who you are?" At these questions, I shook my head again.

"We found you in the woods the morning after a bad storm while searching for plants for potions. You were unconscious and naked." At the last words, I glanced down at myself, just now becoming aware I was clothed. "Now, at first I thought you were a passed out drunk. But there are no taverns nearby. Only our small cottage here in the woods. Riften is the closest city, and yet it is miles away. How you came to wander in the woods in an indecent state, is a mystery." He then stood, and walked to the doorway before turning around. "Come, have supper with us." At that, I forced myself to stand, a bit wobbly at first. I felt as if I was just learning how to use my legs. But I finally made it to the table, where we ate in quiet.

"Shadowmere." At my voice, the dark horse galloped to me from somewhere behind, and nudged my shoulder with his nose. I turned, patting the horse's neck. I fastened Wuuthrad and a satchel with provisions on the saddle. Putting a bow and quiver of arrows on my back, I mounted Shadowmere. I sighed, staring at the manor I planned on leaving. The gentle, cold wind rustled the black hair that escaped my long braid. I took the braid put it to the side, draping over my shoulder, and I pulled up the hood and mask of my Nightingale armor. To Whiterun, first, then I would make my way to Dawnstar, then Riften. Some people needed an explanation. And not in letters. Nudging Shadowmere with my heels, we began our journey north. I would first pass through Falkreath.

People gawked at Shadowmere's glowing eyes, but did not pick up their heads further. I brought him to a stop, and made my way into the tavern. The room was warm, and a bard played music, but I wasn't concerned with it. I was just here for a hot meal and a drink. I sat at the bar, asked for ale and whatever food was prepared. I sipped on the bottle handed to me. Keeping my head down, but ears keen. As I learned in my time as an assassin. Loud drunkards boasted, and others had quiet, friendly conversations. Then the bard began to sing.

"Our hero our hero, claims a warrior's heart, I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes," at this line being sung, an armored man in the back began to make his distaste for the song known.

"Sing another, I won't bare this rubbish!" He had a thick, Nord accent. I slightly turned my head towards him. The bard continued.

"With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord arts. Believe, believe the Dragonborn-" at this moment, a tankard flew across the room, barely missing the bard. The song stopped, and the room went quiet. The armored man stood.

"Don't you fools know there was never a Dragonborn?" the man rose his accented voice. Another man questioned.

"What makes you believe that?" the Nord turned towards the voice.

"My village was attacked by a dragon. A big one, bigger than most, with scales the color of gold. The Dragonborn is said to be the ultimate dragon slayer. Where was the Dragonborn when my family burned alive? Either that, or he was a coward, hiding away from the dragons himself." The man spat on the floor. Another spoke up.

"But, I heard the Dragonborn died." The room then began to murmur.

"How can a Dragonborn die?"

"No one knows how it happened."

"Was there really never a Dragonborn?"

I decided to make up for my wrong.

"I'm sorry about your family." I rose my voice above the others, standing and turning around to face the armored Nord. The room fell silent, and eyes gazed at me.

"I'm not dead." I said to the one who suggested the Dragonborn's death. I then laid gold on the counter and left before any questions were asked. Mounting Shadowmere, I headed out of Falkreath.

Below me, the ground seemed to run like a river. I realized I was flying. I could feel the wind in my face and the sun on my back. My arms, no, wings, were out stretched and every few moments they'd push downward with much force, sending me higher into the sky that was mine. It was marvelous.

Then I woke up. The sun shone through the window, causing orange light to paint the walls, giving the entire room a cozy, warm feeling. I swung my long legs over the side of the bed, and arched my back, bringing my arms over my head in a stretch. After relaxing, I sighed and snapped my head to the right, so that my hair was out of my eyes. I stood, put my boots on and walked out of the room I stayed in, and down the stairs where I found Estorane and Halaril talking. As my heavy footsteps caused them to look my way, their conversation ended and Halaril began to approach, meeting me as I came to the floor.

"I have a job for you." I nodded and listened. "Estorane needs to make a trip to Riften. But I do not trust the roads are safe. I'm sure a capable young man like yourself will keep her from harm, so I would like you to accompany her." With Halaril staring at me, daring me to refuse, I felt a spark of anger by his look, but then I looked over at Estorane. They've let me stay with them for the last week. The least I could do was keep Estorane safe. I nodded in agreement.

"Excellent. You will go today." Again, I nodded, and went to put on my boots and leather coat Halaril was good to give me. After getting ready and putting a dagger in my belt, I waited at the door. Estorane soon approached in a hood, a basket on her arm and a satchel across her body, resting at her hip. She looked up at me and her face turned a light shade of red.

"I'm ready." I then opened the door for her and we left.

Nu yah = Now seek