Chapter 1- Last Hero
500 years into the future514 year old Dylesian Septim looked out from his mountain home above Riverwood. The occupants of Riverwood were honored to have the Last Hero of Fates in their village. They offered a house in the mountains, but Dylesian kindly refused and asked for a simpler home among the people. They insisted that he have a mountain house and he finally gave in. He heard the usual chatter of friendly people, dogs barking, children laughing and Sven playing a love song to the Riverwood Trader's sister, Camila. Dylesian remembered when long ago he was a child and enjoyed the simpleness of life before the wars, his fathers death, his becoming of the Hero of Fates and the downfall of the empire when Protector William Xander Black disappeared and never came back. He had a newspaper in his right hand. The capture of Ulfric Stormcloak had been written all over it. It depressed Dylesian greatly. He had been a strong supporter of the Stormcloak Rebelion. He had even worked with the man on personal missions. Ulfric even reminded him of William. Ulfric would have liked William. Probably would of insisted that William was his son. Dylesian smiled at the thought, deeply amused by an Ulfric insisting that a William, giving the man a look saying ' Are you insane? ', is his son. Dylesian frowned at a certain thought. Dylesian remembered the night. It had been a wonderful day before Lucas's Messenger, Donton, announced that Theresa had been killed. William went to bed early. Dylesian had ran after him and tried to cheer him up. Then he left. A multi-color glow had appeared from William's door. There was a mutter of confusion and a horrified scream. The light disappeared and when Dylesian opened the door, William's room was up turned and William was nowhere to be found. Dylesian felt tears come to his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and moved his hand. He touched his girlfriends amulet and a vision popped up in his eyes. He saw himself kidnapping William, a sudden war in Skyrim. A blond girl, Wilson Raylance Vice and William defending Dylesian. William on a mountain, his sword and himself covered in blood, holding a dragons head. Dylesian took his hand off the amulet and starred at it. He sighed and walked into the house. Obvioulsy there was work to be done.