My name is of no importance. If you insist on calling me anything, it should be Ashe. As for my true name, I have no recollection of it. I was raised by the Dovahhe, er.. Dragons. Others claim I am Dragonborn. They misconstrue due to the fact that I can speak the ancient tongue of the dragons fluently. The truth is, Dovahzul is my native tongue. It is English that is new and feels wrong on my tongue. The vowels, the words.. They are not right. I was not Dragonborn. I was a mouthpiece. A messenger for the dragons, while The Dovahkiin is a born hunter of the dragons. A devourer of souls. Yet, I must align with such a person due to Alduin and his horde of undead beasts. I must aid the Dovahkiin on their quest to slay Alduin because if not I, then no one. Only the Greybeards can speak the tongue as I. I must carry the weight of two worlds on my shoulder and work with our most hated enemy to set things right. I am unwelcome in my own home because of him. They see me as a traitor. So, I will be. I will betray my kind to save it..

I am Ashe, voice of the dragons and harbinger of death..

This is my tale..