Prologue - THE END TALE OF THE LAST DRAGONBORN
A good old farmer looked at a person riding in an ominous horse, he had just finished tilling his crops and on his way on making his warm lunch. The stranger asks in a feminine voice,
"Is there a man known as 'Asgard'?"
The old farmer cannot see the face hidden in those hood but he definitely knew that this woman isnt normal.
"Strangers come and go, my good lady. Why don't you go to Dead Mans Drink? Surely, that place may have the answers you seek."
For a second there, her eyes glowed red and glances toward Falkreath.
"Thank you. Heres a coin for the trouble."
She flipped a gold coin to the old farmer which he clumsily catch on it.
The hooded woman rushed toward Falkreath with the unusual speed of her steed, reaching its now huge stone walls, the guards were startled at the blackness of the horse and the mysterious rider. Nevertheless, to avoid unnecessary conflict and also by the order of the current Jarl, as long as one does not broke the law, any races can go in and out as they pleased.
As any of the Nordic tradition within bars and inns, songs and tales of old were sung. Warriors dance to the tune with a big mug of mead in one hand and shoulder in the other. Another cheerful day for a depressing name of an inn.
The mysterious woman looked around, her red eyes glowed as she gaze a particular person.
"Care for a drink, old friend?"
She said as she remove her hood, sitting down beside that person.
"Serana?!" An old and deep voice venting its surprise, "Wha-! I am so glad to see you!"
"I am too, Asgard."
"Wonderful! Inn keeper! A mug full of mead and for this lady too."
"Aye! Two mugs of fine mead! Enjoy yourselves!"
They share a toast after a long time.
"Yuck, I still dont like that mead."
Asgard chuckles, "Its a favorite of mine... Say, Serana, how do you know I am here?"
"I had my own ways."
Winked the vampire princess as she took another mug. Serana looked deep at the Asgard's eyes, with a worried expression.
"So... are you... free?"
The old warrior closes his eyes for a moment, and then he stared at her with his clear bluish eyes. The same fiery stare when she was freed from her seal.
"Aye."
"I see..."
Serana then glance at his Ebony Dragonbone Armor, her slim fingers ran across the dents and scratches of it.
A testament of his valor and skill in battle, this old armor had been with him most of his journey. Serana can't even imagine how many times that weapon and armor repaired.
Though this man beside her had white hair and wrinkled face, she knew him when he was younger. Serana had never seen a Nord like him even in her lifetime... honest, hardworking and honorable. Cunning in some times.
Her cold heart never beats for any man, even for him, Serana never knew love. Meeting Asgard made her confused with her feelings, but all are changed when Asgard was dragged by Hermameus Mora out of nowhere, demanding him to fulfill his debt by serving the Prince in eternity.
At that moment, Serana was now fully aware of her feelings. But, he was taken by a Daedra and was lost forever.
She knew it. She knew Daedric Princes more than anybody. Those beings would enslave you until your very soul crumbles to dust.
That time, a void in her heart grew. Alchemy, Soul Cairn and the Dawnguard only keeps her from remembering her lost.
Until her mother had spoken to her, informing that Asgard was back. Immediately, she went on a journey to find him.
Seeing him right now, made her happy above all else.
Asgard munch his bread and drink another mug.
"I feel that my time is ending, Serana. I am old in the mortal sense."
"Is that so?" Serana tighten her grip in the wooden mug.
"Aye... I know how you feel, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. After all, this is my choice. Besides, I am already got used to saying goodbyes." She took another shot, "If you want, I can make you one of us."
"Don't joke like that. You know me all too well. I seek the companionship in Sovngarde. If I didn't, I am glad to be back to my Father Akatosh."
Serana smiled. True, this man almost never entertained any Daedric Prince and hunts any harmful Daedric Worshippers. But for some reasons, they gave to him their artifacts and proclaim he was their champion.
Asgard grab an item wrapped in cloth.
"Before I'll bite to dust, there is one last thing I must do."
"This is - !"
Serana unwrap the cloth, and discovered a scroll of a unworldly craftmanship.
"Aye, an Elder Scroll."
"Where did you get it? Is it another prophecy of World End?"
"I do not know. I found this when I was travelling near the borders of Valenwood. It just appeared, Serana."
"That is to be expected. Even both the aedra and daedra cannot figure out these things and avoid interaction. Did you show it to the Moth Priests?"
"Aye. And it was unreadable."
"Unreadable?"
"To be accurate, it was too old to be read. This scroll must be exposed where time doesn't exist is what I'ved been told."
"Is that why you came back to Skyrim?"
"Aye. On the top of the Throat of the World, a wound of time exists. If the priests are right, then, we might be able to restore this scroll back."
"And you need me to be with you."
"Of course. I am too old, Serana. And, for the sake of good old times."
Serana smiled, putting her hood on.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go."
FUS RO DAH
A deep powerful voice shaken the mountain, as huge bears was shredded by this dreadful power.
"I never thought your voice would have this much power compare before."
Serana said as she drained the beasts dry.
"You also got more powerful, Serana."
"Come, I can see the High Hrothgar up ahead."
"You are right. Let me do the talking from here. They don't took your kind lightly."
"As you wish."
The Greybeards of High Hrothgar. The old warrior chuckled at the place that didn't even change a bit.
Before Asgard's hand push the two metallic doors, it was opened by itself.
Coming out as usual is four elderly people, and with some kids peeking out.
"I am Arborn, I am speaking in behalf of the Greybeards. Welcome, Dragonborn."
The kids gasps in surprises as they stare at Asgard.
"I am Asgard. Me and my companion wishes to go up to the Throat of the World."
"Of course. You may go. Our leader, Paarthurnax had awaited your arrival."
"Much gratitude."
"So this is the famed High Hrothgar... I can surely feel the serenity and dignity in this place..."
"Did your mother had told you about it?"
"Of course, even we are vampires and worshippers of the Daedra, we aren't completely ignorant in the Nordic ways and traditions."
They walk towards the summit of the mountain. Wind blew more chilly and the air is thin. They encouter more beasts but they were dealt swiftly.
"We are here."
"Greetings, Dovahkiin."
A huge dragon rode down from the skies, it's eyes were full of wisdom and its aura is peaceful much like the Greybeards.
"Parthurnaax, how are you, old friend?"
"Mulhaan. It must be difficult being a Joor." It's reptile eyes glances at Serana, "I can see we have an unusual guest. Zu'u Los Paarthurnax."
"Serana."
"We have come in reasons for this."
Asgard unwrapped the cloth.
"An Elder Scroll. You have need of Tiid Ahraan, Time Wound. I must warn you, Dovahkiin, these Kel are unknown. Even our father, will not tamper these things."
"It needed to be done, my friend."
"Then, I will not hinder."
Asgard and Serana close themselves at a distorted space. With a single nod, Asgard pulls down the Scroll.
It's old text begun to be seen clearly. Markings, text of unknown language and seals reappear to the paper.
Asgard, with an experience of reading the Scrolls, he begun to read loudly.
When light has failed and faded,
heart of shadows grew unwanted.
Death heed the call of the Scepter,
pointing in a far most direction.
Broke the jeweled steel crowns,
the mark of the horned arise anew.
Payment of blood grow circles,
path of the worlds are reopened.
Tall towers of glass and stone,
chosen for a journey for salvation.
Children of the Wise and the Fool,
will heed the call of the despair.
If all things must fail and fall in despair,
He, who will come when fate's been met.
Even the Last Dragonborn.
As soon as Asgard finished reading, a blinding light shone from the scroll. The old dragonborn was pulled in toward the light.
"No! I wont lose you again!"
Serana jumps forward and grab Asgard's hand. She too, pulled towards the light.
The light faded only leaving Paarthurnax.
"Pruzah wundun, Dovahkiin."