"Yah! Suck it, Alduin!" I said as I finally killed him with my sword, affectionately named 'Rose' for her beauty. Plus, she had roses-with the added thorns-stabbed onto the blade's jagged edges. But alas, it seemed as if my character's journey was not over. I started hearing Alduin's voice again through the speakers, even though he was already dead.

"Did you really think that this was going to be that easy? Hah, foolish mortal, you should not have meddled in the affairs of this universe..." Huh? Dovahkiin is from another universe now? SWEET! I didn't even need a super advanced nano-molecular something-or-the-other doo-dad to play. Hehehe, Emmett Brown sucks too!"No, not Dovahkiin you idiot. YOU. As in the one sitting on that strange...something, in the room with the magical thing of sight and control, listening to me." Ummm. What in the literal divines...?"As I said, you shouldn't have intervened with my plans. By placing a dovahkiin in this world, you ultimately, as I have heard you say before, 'screwed me over'. Did I use that in the correct context? I couldn't tell. That doesn't matter. What does matter, though, is that now, I shall intervene with your plans. You were going to kill me, and then relax and not be the dovahkiin for a while, maybe even go 'play a different video game', right? Well, now you can't. I am going to send you right back to the beginning of this, and make sure that terror rules over all. Have a good day, and goodbye. Actually, wait. Don't have a good day, and I will see you very, very soon. Muahahahahaha!"

Well then. Ummm. Crap, now what? I thought to myself,Maybe I will just go to sleep. Yah, that sounds good.Those thoughts were proceeded with a few clicks and the sound of a computer shutting down.

So, I went up to bed, thinking that I was either hallucinating or the game had a massive joke at the end. I thought that maybe I shouldn't start a new game for a while, so I wouldn't have to think about Alduin for a bit. Then, I wouldn't have to worry about Skyrim anytime soon.

To put it lightly-and I mean feather in outer space light-I was dead wrong. What was to come was quite possibly the last thing I would ever expect to happen.

Later that night...

"Hello."

"GAH!" I shouted, very startled. "Who's there? Come out!"

"It is of no use for you to see me. It is not needed, as it will not increase or decrease the chances of your success in that which is being asked of you." A strange voice came back.

I was really confused already, and not even 15 seconds into the conversation. "Umm...okay, well, who are you, exactly?" I then realized how dark it was in my room. The darkness was not normal, as even at midnight, some light was always flowing through the window, either by neighboring lights or the moon.

"I am Bormah, or in your tongue, Akatosh. And yes, it is unusually dark. That is because...well, you're dead. I am unsure as to how, but Alduin has extended his soul from your 'video game' into you, and it killed you in your sleep. You weren't a dragonborn, so your soul couldn't handle it, therefore being forcefully ejected from your body, in turn killing you. Now, when that happened, his soul got stuck in between our worlds. On one hand, it was getting pulled to the soul cairn, but on the other, it was trying to stay here, causing me to have to take action. I fear this was his plan all along, and we must now use it against him. I have to send you to the beginning of the story, when the dovahkiin was going to be executed. However, there will be one major difference throughout. You will be there. You will help shape the dragonborn's path now. Or, if you are in that way of thinking, you may help Alduin. The choice is yours. There are some other things to be spoken of though, so we should move onto those. When you are put in, try not to freak out, as this will cause suspicion. I have a few questions to ask you, to see what you want your...'character'...to look like and be like. This might seem really weird now, but when you arrive, all of it will make sense."

During all of that talking, I was busy thinking over the fact that I was dead and could now shape my future any way I wanted to. Wow. The dying part, I was just like 'well, crap' but the changing my destiny part, my thoughts were everywhere. Would I be a mage? An archer? A heavy warrior, or a knight? Maybe even a paladin? Who knows? "That's cool and all, but before we get into those matters, do I have enough time to sit and think about it?"

"Of course, of course! Take all the time you need, please."

Eventually, I just decided to stick with looking like myself, male, a little bit older and stronger, taller because I was already short enough, and staying close to my human roots, a nord.

"Are you sure that is what you wish?" Akatosh asked me when I described everything.

"Yes. Although, I have a few questions..."

"Ask, and I shall answer to the best of my abilities."

"Will I keep my memories?

"More than likely. There may be some fragments missing because of transferring from this realm to another."

"Okay. Which Dovahkiin will I be accompanying?"

"Your most recent one. The female nord named Jennifer."

"Ah, the pretty one. Umm, will I be starting out the same as the Dovahkiin, or...?"

"You mean in the prison cart? If you want. However, I also grant you the equivalent of five thousand septims in expert level training and equipment. Or, if you want, I could just leave a special money sack on your person. That is, if you decide you don't want to begin your journey walking up to a headsman's block." Well, that seems very generous. Maybe Bormah feels sorry for me because of my death. Oh well. I guess I should take advantage of that while I have the chance.

I had to think for a little bit longer, but I decided after a while. "I want a thousand septims into Dual wielding experience, mostly with swords. Also, another 500 into Archery training. One thousand five hundred septims into steel plate armor, two steel swords, an ancient nord bow, and two hundred ancient nord arrows. Then, I want the rest into smithing training until I reach dwarven smithing level, and if there is any left over put it into heavy armor. I take it this is just stacking onto the base stats?"

"All of that adds up, and you will have some extra in heavy armor. And yes, this is with original knowledge your person already has. Where do you want to begin, and where should your weapons and armor be?"

"I want to start in a little camp outside of Bleak Falls Barrow. I wish to get there early on, and show Jennifer that I am worthy enough to be her companion by killing everything and retrieving the dragonstone tablet. My weapons and armor should be on my person. Also, another question. How does the Dovahkiin carry all of her loot? Is there a pouch that has been enchanted to hold infinite amounts, while everything still adds weight? That's my theory." That would handle a lot, except as to how I know about the Dovahkiin's plans...

"Actually, you are about as correct as you can get without going into detail. Do you have anymore questions, or should I send you in?" Akatosh asked me.

"Again, yes. One more question. Do you think I should tell Dovahkiin that a god sent me, or that I just happened to overhear a conversation about her going into a dungeon alone, or what?" I asked very slowly, thinking about all the possible outcomes of every statement I could think of.

"In my own opinion, I don't think it would be wise to tell her about your origins. Not for a while."

"Alright, that's it. I am ready to go." I said, mentally preparing myself for what was to happen.

"Okay, just remember, if you ever have any more questions, just pray to me and go to sleep. I will visit your dreams, and you are now part Dovah. I didn't think I would do it, but I have given you a Dovah soul like the Dovahkiin. It feels right to do so. Now, get ready."

I can't wait to get out of this blackness. Skyrim, just make sure you're ready, 'cause here I come.

Wow. Gods, that was terrible. You know what? I'm just going to pretend I never thought of that. Anyways, off to adventure!

A/N:

Hey, so this is my first story, but I have big plans for this. I have already started working on the next chapter, and I think it's turning out nice. Now, be warned that not only do I write when I am sleepy, my mind is always in overdrive (I know, sleepy but in overdrive. I'm odd...). In other words, I am thinking of the next word to type while typing the one before it, and I tend to forget letters/entire words. If you spot anything that looks kinda funky, it would be much appreciated if you let me know. Thanks!

I will try to update once a week or once every two weeks, but I won't make a promise I can't keep. However, about 3 or 4 times a month, I get in this mood where I'm like 'GIVE ME KEYBOARD! RARR! TYPE TYPE TYPE!', so you might end up with 2 or more chapters in one week, occasionally.

Yah, it's bad sometimes. That is why I also have 3 notebooks with random story ideas and the beginnings of stories in the first few pages. So, when I finish this story-which I will, by the way-I will probably start putting together some of said ideas, and make another story out of them. Anyways, enough of my rambling. Next chapter, you find out what what my name is. Probably. Assuming I make it that far by next Friday, you will be reading soon enough.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy!