Cyrodiil. The Imperial Province of Tamriel, the seat of the Empire and the home of the Imperial race. In the centre of the province, the White-Gold Tower stood tall, looming high into the sky like a stairway to the heavens. It was here, in the fourth era of the 182nd year, where the Emperor with his Elder-Council ruled the land in the aftermath of the Great War.

In the wealthy city's centre, a middle aged man wearing the robes of the Moth Priests walked to the grand entrance with purpose and haste in his steps. After all, it was unwise to ignore an Emperor's summons.

This man, Dexion Evicus, knew why it was he was summoned due to the letter he still held in hand. Emperor Titus Mede II had been restless as of late. Not only because of the people's continuous hate of him surrendering to the Aldmeri Dominion eleven years ago, or the Elves themselves breathing down his neck, but about the civil unrest that existed throughout the entire land. However, Evicus had a hunch that it was more than that. After all, the only time a Moth Priest is specifically called to the Emperor's throne room was when a reading is required.

But not just any reading. The Emperor wanted him to read an Elder Scroll.

Not much was known about the Scrolls, even among the Moth Priests who are renown experts on them. All that's known is that the Scrolls are artefacts of completely unknown origin, that exist within and out of time. They are archives of the past, present and future, containing prophecies that- for the most part- end up being true. However each reader may receive different information, which many believe is through acts of magical or abnormal forces. But due to the power of the Scrolls, if the reader does not have a rigorously trained mind, the artefacts will most definitely take the readers sight in exchange for their knowledge. In most cases, the reader may receive other side-effects; insanity being the most common.

Thankfully, Evicus had spent numerous years training his mind to withstand the Scrolls immense power. He had read many Scrolls in his time and not once had his sight been taken, but he knew that even with his training, he could still lose his sight at any moment and each reading increased that risk.

Either way, he couldn't disobey an Emperor's orders despite of any danger he may be in. With that in mind, he passed the guards flanking the main doors before disappearing through them.

He climbed the mountainous stairs until finally reaching the Emperor's throne room. Titus Mede himself sat upon the impressive throne, his ageing body garbed in the most finest robes that Evicus was sure cost as much as what he owned altogether.

Flanking the great leader's sides were Imperial captains, Penitus Oculatus guards, representatives of the Elder Council and their guards and other Moth Priests. In short, you couldn't swing a dead cat around without it hitting someone important.

As he approached, Mede stood from his throne. Greetings were brief, as they always were, before the business at hand got under way. The usual speeches and such before he was given an Elder Scroll by one of the acolytes and asked to begin reading.

Mentally preparing himself, Evicus tightly gripped the Scroll in one hand, lofting it just above his head before he pulled the parchment from it's home.

Two things happened at once. He saw the text upon the paper brighten and blur into one, becoming comprehensible to him while to others he would be merely staring at illiterate text. In his minds eye, all his senses, memories and thoughts were pushed to one side as the Scroll filled his head with it's knowledge.

Immediately, he was beset with images. The first that faded into existence was a land of snow, the area turned red with the blood of soldiers. Men and women baring the armour of the Legion and blue garbed cuirass' of an army he had no knowledge of. Evicus quickly surmised that he was seeing a civil war. Man turning against man. The reasoning was unknown, but before he could analyse it, the scene changed.

This image showed fire. A place he could not identify was covered with burning bodies of innocents and soldiers, buildings crumbled or damaged beyond repair. Fire fell from the sky itself before an ungodly noise broke the silence. It sounded like the roar of Oblivion, a creature not of this world. It didn't take long before the cause showed itself, though it was swathed in shadow. From what Evicus could distinguish, the beast was massive, winged and terrifying. The only clear feature of it was a pair of glowing red evil eyes, filled with an endless hunger.

A moment later, it showed the same land. Snow melted, fires burning, the sky red with flame and alive with the roars of many winged creatures.

However, the scene soon began to melt away with a ray of light. A beacon of hope. Silhouetted against the light was a form. From first glance, he quickly figured that this person was no man. It wasn't even human.

As the light became brighter, the woman pulled a bow from her back, opening her eyes. Evicus was immediately hit with a pair of bright sapphire eyes that seemed to be burning, telling of a hidden power behind the depths.

Before darkness took him, one word was spoken. One that brought both hope and fear to his consciousness.

DOVAHKIIN

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All righty then,

Yeah, I know this is really short, but most people make their prologues short and to the point. Besides, I wanted to get straight to the action. Again, I'm sorry if those who were reading the last one was really enjoying it, but I felt it needed a major upgrade.

Edit: So, I've recently read my earlier chapters and have decided that they seem to pale a little in comparison to my later ones. Plus, there are some details in early chapters that I hadn't figured out until later, so there was a need to update that.

Also, the beginning kinda sucked anyway in my opinion and I want it to be as realistic and as close to the canon as I can possibly get it.