Author's Note (NEW) November 23, 2014

The story is not discontinued and still on-going in fact I just finished another chapter though the release will get a delay I really am sorry I just need to rethink some few stuff and correct a bit of grammar.

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PROLOUGE

It was a cold stormy night, thunder and lightning covered the skies. The city of Whiterun is engulfed in flames, building's collapsing, the sturdy Imperial Walls no longer had its strength and soon the jewel city of Skyrim will crumble into ashes.

A midst of this was a man they called Dragonborn or Dovahkiin in the dragon's tongue, he was holding a wounded child, a little girl, barely the age of seven in the corner of a half destroyed house.

"Shor's bone, no!" He pressed his hand on the chest of the child, a warm glowing light envelope the body of the child, it was a healing spell.

"Wake up kid, wake… up…" He shouted as he continued with his healing spell, tears slowly came out his eyes as the life of the child slowly fades away. He had been through countless battles but none like this, he doesn't know what to do, and although he can use a decent level of healing spell it was not enough to heal the gravely wounded child. He was losing hope, there was no priest or a healer insight, not even a healing potion from his inventory and his spell won't last long because he was almost out of magicka.

"Someone help! Anyone? I employ you, please save this child Aedra, Daedra, man or mer I don't care so please Akatosh?, Kynareth?, Dibella?, Mara?, Julianos?, Stendarr?, Zenithar?, Arkay?, Talos? Azura? Please spare this poor child...…" he pleaded.

He kept praying while continued with his healing spell, the child regained her consciousness, weak and drained, she mustered what was left of her strength and uttered. "Hey…" He replied. "Shh… Don't talk kid, reserve your strength" The child smiled as life leaks from her body "You're… the… best… can… you… be my father?" Her hand slips away from his grasps as more tears came out of his eyes covered by the rain "Of course kid, of course…"

He heard a voice. "Use your voice Dovahkiin, shout at time, and command it to obey"

He doesn't who or where the voice is, but he obeyed. "Tiid Klo Ul." As the world around him stands still, two glowing lights, white and blue, appeared before him.

The white light spoke "I am the spirit of time known to you mortals as the Dragon God Akatosh"

The blue light spoke also. "And I am the Goddess known to the imperials as Kynareth, spirit of the wind and sky, known to the nords as Kyne"

He did not hesitate as soon as they finished their introduction he pleaded "Please, I'll d-" He was cut off. Both of the Gods spoke in unison "The life of the child, will soon perish Dovahkiin, if we were to save the child are you prepared for the consequence that will happen. He clenched his right arm as he angrily spoke. "I'll do anything you want, killing, thievery and what not. So just please save her"

The storm had passed on the hold of Whiterun, but the city where the Dovahkiin is, time had stood still, the fires and the crumbling of stones was stand still.

Akatosh spoke. "Very well, follow my instruction, first you need a vial and put your own blood in it" He obediently followed Akatosh's command not knowing why. "Now Dov, I give you my blessing" A surge of light gush out of Akatosh and was absorb by the Dovahkiin. "Shout Dovahkiin aim it at the vial" Akatosh commanded.

"Laas Gein Dov"(Life One Dragon) His voice was not a shout, but a whisper, surge of light gushed out of the Dragonborn, and was absorb into the vial.

The vial glowed shining red like the blood moon. "Hff..." He smiled in deep joy as he looks at the child clasped in his arms.

"The flow of time on this place will soon return to that of Nirn, and the child is still close to dying, the vial must be consume immediately, Dragonborn" Akatosh exclaim.

In a few moments the flow of time in the city of Whiterun returned; the droplets of rain, the burning houses and the crumbling of the walls, all in one go they occurred just like what Akatosh had foretold. The Dovahkiin wasted no time and poured the blessed concoction on the child's mouth to drink. "Ugh…" she uttered. A few seconds after, she started convulsing. "Is she going to be fine?" the Dovahkiin asks.

Akatosh spoke "Don't worry Dov, Observe" As the child convulse, her brown hair change to blonde with a bit of black, her brown eyes to blue and tanned skin to white, as soon the convulsing stopped he saw the child's appearance somewhat resembled him. The child sleeps, her small fragile body clasped in his arms.

Kynareth shouted "Behold Dragonborn, the child is save both body and soul" The Dovahkiin clenched his fist and solemnly said. "What did you do to her?" Akatosh answered "We save her just like you asked."

The Dovahkiin solemnly ask both Akatosh and Kynareth "What happened to her?"

Akatosh answered "Your essence and hers are now one of the same."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Your blood, the Dragon's blood, is also a blood that of a divine, it is very potent, it replaces the essence and changes the appearance of the body, mind and even the soul of the one who consumes it, giving a completely new life" Akatosh explained.

Kynareth spoke. "Dragonborn, the child had lost many, her parents, friends and now the very city she calls home, do you think a child as young as this one would have the heart to live on? And you too had lost many betrayed by the crumbling empire you loyally serve. You should rejoice, Dragonborn, from now on, you are not the last, for you are now two, you are a father"

He smiled mildly laughing. "I don't know what I should feel about this"

"Life is full of trials, best not to think too much of what lies ahead of your path, Dragonborn" Kynareth exclaim.

Shining more brightly, the two gods spoke in unison.

"Dragonborn, we fulfilled our end of the bargain, now it's your turn, our champion"

"I am at your service"