Chapter 1: In Big Trouble

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord art,
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows,
You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn comes.

Dovahkiin, dovahkiin
naal ok zin los vahriin
wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
ahrk fin norok paal graan
fod nust hon zindro zaan
dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!

"That was the song heard from the lips of bards, I always loved hearing it and imagine the day I would become "The Hero" of time… Now I wish it stayed a dream."

Falling through darkness, the young man wondered if he was either going up or down. Everything around him was nothing but more darkness, he could not see beyond and it scared the young man.

He watched as the darkness took him but it did not last, ahead of him was a small light that grew slowly. He narrowed his glowing red eyes to see it better, the small speck of light grew more with each passing second.

"What in Akatosh's name is…?"

The young man did not finish his sentence when the light suddenly became bright, it engulfed the boy until it became blinding and then. Nothing.

The young man slowly became conscious after what felt like days, he slowly moved his arms but felt that they were bound. He groaned softly, feeling his left hand becoming in pain when he slowly opened his eyes.

"What is that thing?"

The voice spooked the young man, he quickly looked up to see a woman in armor standing in front of him. A picture of a big eye on her armor as she turned to glare at him, he kept his mouth shut out of fear. Another woman walked into the room to join the other, holding what appears to be papers.

"I'm not certain, my agents found him laying just outside of the temple?"

The woman with the eye on her armor approached the young man, dangerously circling him and pulling out her sword.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you, creature?"

The young man turned his head to glance at the woman, his heart racing as he cleared his throat to speak.

"Fos los tinvaak do?"

Translation: "What are you talking about?"

"What?" The woman said, raising an eyebrow at the strange young man.

"Fos los tinvaak do…" The young man repeated, not sure of what the woman wanted from him.

"Seeker Cassandra wait, he looks familiar?" The other woman said, approaching the young man slowly and looked him over carefully.

"What are you talking about Leliana?" The woman called Seeker questioned, looking at the other woman and looking back at the creature.

The young man looked at the woman named 'Leliana', unsure of what she was looking for and softly growled. He disliked people approaching him without reason, he wanted to push her back but he could not move his hands.

"You look and sound just like…" Leliana's eyes widen to reality, "S-Sabriz?" her mouth slightly agape as she reached out, gently touching the young man's cheek.

"Who and what is a "Sabriz"?" The Seeker questioned, sheathing her sword and taking a step back.

"Sabriz is… or was an old friend of mine and many others?" Leliana said as she looked at the Seeker, "Sabriz called himself a Khajiit, a human-like-cat person that can walk and talk like a human."

"So this Creature is called a khajiit?" The Seeker said, pointing at the young man and giving him a glare. Leliana nods her head once and looked at the young man, who was glaring at her with his fangs showing in defense.

"Vir dreh hi mindok dii bormah?" The young man hissed, making it clear to Leliana that he hates being touched.

"I am sorry but we have much to do, we will continue this later?" Leliana said, standing up and making her way to the door.

The young man was left to be interrogated by the Seeker, having many questions unanswered from both sides. Cassandra was left to believe that the young man could not speak their language, rambling on with words she could not understand.

"Come with me, I think it is best you see this?"

Cassandra released the young man from his cuffs, lifting him to his feet and leading him outside where everyone is. She thought it would be best to show the young man instead, keeping her guard up in the meantime while they walked.

The young man walked out of the building, his light grey fur gently dancing in the breeze as his dark colored grey ears flatten.

Fear were in the eyes of people who looked at him, he never felt so out of place before. He remembered the time he spent at Whiterun, he was delivering a Special package to the Jarl and he got the same look when he Steward found out.

The young man shook his head when he heard the Seeker talking, he could not understand what she was saying at all. Something about rifts and blaming him for someone of importance, he was lucky that he didn't understand her.

He flinched at the sudden loud burst in the sky and roared at the pain in his hand, he tightly gripped his left arm and growled.

"Each time the Breach expands, your mark spreads… and it is killing you." Cassandra explained, she reached over to help the young man. She was pushed away by his elbow and stood, understanding that he refused her aid to stand.

"Zu'u dreh ni Praag Hin Hiif!" He hissed, not wanting to sound mean but the pain was hurting him. He slowly stood up and sighed, avoiding eye contact with the Seeker.

She told him that the Mark on his hand could be the key, to stop the rift and from the pain growing. She doubted that the young man understood, by the way he tilted his head at her in curiosity.

Before she could lead the young khajiit, he grabbed her wrist and started running for the gates. Since he could not speak her words, he hoped she could understand where he was going and not falter.

"Follow!"

Was the only word the khajiit was able to use, secretly teaching himself how to speak with her tongue? To Cassandra, his voice sounded soothing and slightly Antivian (To but it lightly) with a purr sound to it.

Once he released her wrist, he made his way towards the very place she was going to take them. But instead of running on the path, the young khajiit made his way through the forest up the hill. Avoiding danger he thought that might harm her, his eyes glowing bright red when he spotted the Seekers men.

They ran through the gates to reach the soldiers but it did not last, a glowing green rock fell and destroyed the bridge. Causing the khajiit and Seeker to fall down and hit thick ice, Cassandra slowly got up when she saw a demon appear.

"Stay behind me!"

She ordered before running to fight the demon, the young man slowly got up after his little tumble. He saw Cassandra fighting when he heard something sizzling, he looked down to see something black bubbling up.

He became alarmed to this and quickly looked around, he spotted several weapons and jumped for the first thing his hand could grab. Out from the ice rose another demon, the khajiit hissed at it and shot lightening at it several times before it fell.

After the mini-battle, the khajiit calmed himself and walked over to the woman with a staff in hand. His rising smile fell immediately, seeing the Seeker's sword pointed at him and her eyes glaring.

"Drop The Weapon, Now!"

The khajiit tilted his head for a moment and remained silent, he held the staff in both hands and broke the staff in two. He tossed it aside and pushed her sword away, walking past her and continued his way towards the path.

Cassandra wondered if she offended him in some way, she knew she could not protect him so the Seeker followed. Picking up another staff and handing it to him, hoping he would take it but he showed no interest in it.

He took the staff and tossed it into some bushes, he gave her a disapproving glare and continued walking in silence.

"Look, I can't always protect you. I also can't understand if you don't speak to me!" Cassandra said, reaching out and forcing the khajiit to face her.

"Do. Not. Touch. Me!" The khajiit growled, baring his fangs at her with his ears flat to his head as he turned away.

This shocked Cassandra a bit, she stood there a moment to rethink on what she just heard. He spoke with such anger and it made the Seeker uneasy, she continued to follow but kept her distance from him.

They made their way up the path towards the rest of the group, battling demons along the way and avoid getting crushed by the falling rocks. They said nothing to one another until they made it to the others, the khajiit stood aside from the fight. Watching Cassandra aid her men while he walked across to continue on, until a bald elf reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Don't touch…!"

Cassandra didn't finish her sentence when the power of the Mark lit, connecting to the rift and destroying it in the process. The elf let go of the khajiit's wrist and before the elf could speak, the young man gave him a glare.

"Touch me again Dog, and I will rip your hand off!"

The khajiit's warning was ignored when Cassandra walked pass him, her and the elf began to talk. The young khajiit looked over to see a stunned little man looking at him, he tilted his head for a moment before murmuring.

"Dwemer?"

The dwarf shook his head slowly and grinned big, holding his crossbow to his side before walking towards the young khajiit.

"You look just like him."

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I know it may seem odd that one year after Sabriz left (Died) in Thedas, I thought it would be a good idea to have time in both places different.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it and if you did? let me know and I will continue on plus I might be doing some future pairings, so any suggestions let me know.

Oh! and if you are wondering about the khajiit's age, I believe he is in his early twenties though he appears to look younger (Plus slightly short like an elf)

See you all on Chapter two! (If there is going to be one, you decide)