Disclaimer: Bethseda Owns Skyrim and Characters
This story will follow many different qwests in the game and will be collecting the Companions, Thieves, Dark Brotherhood, and the Stormcloaks. Liberty will be taken with the qwests but will follow mainly.
I will be posting when I can unless no one really seems interested in this story. Additionally I will be looking for a Beta Reader if anyone is willing to volenteer.
Am new to writing so be nice please. :)
I hope you like it.
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"Someone needs to protect Skyrim and Tamriel."a woman caught her bottom lip in her teeth and started to physically worry She expected an answer from the man standing next to her by the hearth.
The hearth was made of stone and had a green flame burning brightly in the center. In the center of the flame flashed the faces of all of the faithful in Tamriel. Next to the hearth was an ebony pedestal with a bright glowing blue light. In the room was another man sitting in a chair, another woman standing next to the chair, and unbeknownst to all of them was a watcher looking in the shadows.
"Tiber was the last Dragonborn; he already has the link with the Dovah souls." Arkay says from the chair. Diabella froze at his words, waiting with fear for a response from Tiber by the fire.
"No!" Both of Diabella's palms framed the face of Tiber Septum and she looked deep into his eyes. "You are needed to fulfill the duties of Talos. If you do this then the power will be lost forever and you will become mortal."
Mara interrupts Diabella with a wave of a hand from behind the chair of Arkay. "The Thalmor are wiping out his worship anyways to fulfill their agenda, his power is diminishing anyways." "Not that they believe or not either "Arkay agrees with Mara by placing his hand on top if hers on his shoulder.
Tiber continues to stare into the fire feeling its warms as sweat beaded his forehead and rolled down his neck. He then leans over and whispers to Diabella, but what he said was not heard by anyone else in the room.
Her eyes tear up immediately and she leans her forehead to touch his and gently kisses the tip of his nose with her eyes closed. "Is there no other way or anyone else we can task with this," she pleadingly whispers loudly.
Unknown to them all a young teenager was watching this whole debate from the shadows. The girl has the red hair from her father and bright blue eyes that could appear to look into a person's soul from her mother.
The girl steps out of the shadows and faces her father with her head held defiantly and states with utter conviction, "I will do it!"
Tiber's eyes close in resolute sorrow and his shoulders slump forward as he sees his daughters determination.
A sharp cry comes from Diabella as she turns to her daughter in horror. Mara sighs in sympathy and Arkay nods his head in approval.
"If you do this Frida then you will become mortal and will suffer the same fates that mortals do. Their fates are set and will bode either good or for ill." Arkay announces as he stands up and places his hand on her back in support.
Diabella forces her hands not to clench as her bright blue eyes glow with unshed tears. The sweat on Tiber's forehead increases tenfold as he contemplates the options that are in front of him that will affect not only Skyrim but all of Tamriel.
"Child we will not leave you on your own. We will all give you our blessings to go with you and if you contact our priests, they can contact us on your behalf." Mara waves away some of the objections from Diabella.
"Father, Mother, I know I can do this. I can help save Tamriel and Skyrim and you can stay and help as well. This way everyone will win." Frida flips her braid behind her back. "You will see." She didn't doubt for a heartbeat her capabilities and in the ability of Skyrim to help her in this task.
As if reading her mind, Tiber announces, "The people of Skyrim will aid her in this task if she can unite them under one banner." Tiber knew this because he had seen and experienced this first hand. Diabella's mouth and eyes went dry and she contemplated the seriousness of losing either her daughter or her husband to this righteous task. Closing her eyes helped her naught in the debate.
"Akatosh's Balls!" Diabella storms over to her daughter, "You will have to unify a country in the middle of a war, accumulate enough power and allies to take out the leader of all dragon kind." Voiced in a tone that tried to dissuade and convey the seriousness of the situation.
"According to prophecy it is to be done only by a Dragonborn." Mara interjected. "I will give you this blessing; while mortal you will be able to find eternal love. Once you find that love you will be bound eternally sharing fates and never to be separated." Mara kisses Frida on her cheek.
"I will make it hard for you to be killed, I will increase your strength and lifespan," Arkay blesses Frida with a hug.
"Daughter, when using shouts you will have my strength to assist you, you will learn them faster and it will take less energy to use them." Tiber closes his eyes as he takes his daughter from Arkay and holds her tight.
"You will need many allies on this journey I will bless you with persuasion. May all those you seek help from listen to you or they will suffer my wrath." Diabella walks up and hugs her husband and her daughter now crying freely.
"I will make you all proud. Nor will I let you or Tamriel down!"
Frida gives her parents one last hug and blows a kiss to Arkay and Mara knowing this may be the last time she will see them.
She walks over to the ebony pedestal and dips her fingers into the light. It then encompasses her whole body and she hears the voice of Akatosh in her mind. "Good luck daughter."