Prologue

I am Marcus Claudius Maximus, Dovahkiin, Emperor of Cyrodiil, High Rock, and Skyrim, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Legion... The list keeps going on and on, so let's get to the point. This is the only remaining text of a detailed story about my life written within my life. I hope that this remains for the future generations to learn about me and the events that took place during my time here on Nirn.

(Italics mean flashbacks, text, or thoughts)

Chapter 1: I, Dovahkiin

"FUS RO DAH" my voice shouts, "WULD NAH KEST"

"Calm down, Dragonborn," Arngeir said to me.

"Sorry Arngeir, my dovah was acting up."

"Oh yes, hasn't this been happening for some now?"

"Yes it has, it all started when I was a boy when learned of my ability to shout."

"So, why won't you remind me of the time when first learned of your inborn ability."

"It's time to go hunting m'boy," my father said.

"Coming," I replied.

"There you are, my little scout."

"Dad, I'm 13, I'm not little anymore. Well, when are we going anyways?"

"When your mother gets done making the food"

"Ok, my brave men," my mother said, "Be safe and don't get yourselves killed"

(enter "From Past to Present")

We ride for a couple of hours after we leave the house. When we get to the hunting spot, my dad says, "Marcus, it looks like there were bandits here within the last week. I need you to get the mine quarters in working condition."

"Okay father," I reply.

I spend the next hour or so clearing out the rubble, making the beds, and starting the fire in the mine. After I'm done with the cleaning, I then started on the rabbit stew for dinner. The stew took approximately an hour and a half to cook.

"Mmm, this stew is pretty good Marcus," my father said, "You did well."

"Thanks dad," I replied, "I worked really hard on dinner."

"Well, I think you can cook this stew better than your mother," my father remarked, " But don't tell her that I said that."

"I won't father, I promise." I reply.

We ate until our bellies were full, and then slept until the next morning.

"Get up Marcus," my father whispered, "I hear something moving further down in the mine."

"Ok, I'm getting up," I replied as I was putting on my armor. "I'm done."

"Good, let's go down and investigate."

We made our trek down the mine to where the dead end was.

"Marcus," my father said, "Stick your sword in the wall right where that 'x' is and turn it to the right."

"Why," I asked, "Won't that just break my sword?"

"Just trust me Marcus," my father replied.

"Ok, I will."

I stuck my sword into the wall is father asked and then, a portion of the wall receded to reveal a hidden pathway.

"Dad," I asked, "How long have you known about this?"

"A very long time Marcus, a very long time." My father replied.

We went in to the passage and found that it lead to a pretty vast enclosure.

"And this one?" I asked.

"Same answer," my father replied.

We went deeper into the space and found a burial mound that was pretty much, for the most part, intact. Then, I heard chanting coming from a wall with runes on it. I walked closer and then, "FUS"

"So that's how it happened, ehh?" Arngeir asked.

"Yes, it is." I replied.

(Intro of Dragonborn starts)

Dragon Language:

FUS RO DAH (force, balance, push) Unrelenting Force shout,

WULD NAH KEST (whirlwind, fury, tempest) Whirlwind Sprint shout