Author's Disclaimer:

I do not own the Elders Scrolls Characters, the storyline of the series, all I own in this fic is characters I have made up, pairings and this particular storyline.

Hey folks- this is my fic (obviously) but it's also my first Elder Scrolls Fic, more importantly, my first game fic.

I'm more of an original storyline kind of girl but sometimes you just have to escape to your game world which is by far more in depth then whatever I tried to create...

I hope that you all enjoy it, also-No update until I get 3 reviews when I get them there'll be an update within 24-36 hours.

Each chapter named after either an Aedra or a Daedra (current or past).

Stendarr is the God of Mercy.

Chapter One: Stendarr

Nasilda stood before a towering wall, the inscriptions were strange, as if writing but it had written in a language she had never even heard of, her hands reached out to touch the cold stone, feel its rough surface and texture. It must be thousands of years old.

She heard a strange whispering, when she ran her fingers along the eerie letters she heard it get louder, following the sound she sat before one line of scratchy letters;

"Fus" the words settled neatly into her brain, then she felt a searing headache, her eyes glazed over and the world went black, but she feared for the worse when she heard the crack of a stone coffin opening and the heavy breathing of a draugr.

"Unslaad Krosis!" It cried before she heard a gutting sound as the draugr screamed.

"Are you alright?" The voice held a heavy Nordic accent, it was familiar but on the brink of unconsciousness, Nasilda could not place their voice to someone she knew.

"The... stone..." She whispered as he scooped her into his arms; if he did not retrieve the stone, she would have to return to get it.

"Don't worry, I've got it."

Then her world went black.

"Is she awake yet?" A deep voice asked, although it was rough and hoarse, it had the ring of a woman's tongue.

"No, so be quiet." She recognised this voice as her rescuer. Although her eyes were too heavy to open, she smiled that she was in possibly safe hands.

"Vilkas, do you know why she collapsed?"

She heard a sigh, "no, she was staring at a wall with strange inscriptions, she ran her hand along it and when she touched certain spot she fell."

"Strange, perhaps magic is involved. Or some surface poison?"

"I don't know Aela, just please; go back to your room."

The woman then left, spinning on her heels and headed off to her own bedroom where she took a bow and left for hunting.

"She's gone now, you can open your eyes."

"She's not the reason why they're closed... I'm so tired." Nasilda yawned into her pillow.

He chuckled, "whatever happened, it must have done a number on you, you have been out of action for two days..."

Nasilda muttered something unintelligible. She then managed to pull herself up before asking him who he was and where they were.

He seemed surprised when she asked. "I'm Vilkas... don't you remember me?"

She put her face in her hands, "No... The other day, I woke up in a carriage full of Stormcloaks on the way to my execution in Helgen that is all I remember really"

His expression was emotionless, although she could see pain in his eyes. "Well, I used to know you, but you've been missing for weeks, we all thought you were dead. When I heard of a half breed woman who escaped Helgen I looked into it, when I heard it was you I followed your trail."

Nasilda looked away, her milky skin glittered in the candle light, her features were fragile as a china doll, and her black curls fell sweetly around her shoulders. "What do you know about me, Vilkas?"

He stood then, looking away, "perhaps that should be for another time, you collapsed, so perhaps its best to heal first before asking questions that will lead to shock."

She nodded, her milky skin glittered in the candlelight, Vilkas's face burned at the sight of her clothing, the thin nightdress woven from frostbite silk, and it hardly covered her, and was as white as her skin.

"Put some clothing on..." He said bluntly before leaving the room.

She looked around before spotting her bag, when she opened it she sighed in relief, none of her things had been taken, taking a healing potion for her headache and some simple leather armour, she prepared herself to go meet with Farengar to give him his precious dragon stone.

Before heading off she walked past what she assumed to be Vilkas's room but stopped when she heard his gruff voice.

"You must understand, brother, she has lost her memories, the woman I knew and loved is no longer here. There is no reason to continue my crusade to find her and reclaim her because she is now lost to us all." He spoke; his voice filled with sorrow and passion.

"Perhaps, but is all faith lost, her mind is simply reborn, but she may return to us." Another man said his voice was deeper than Vilkas's; his tone was soft, though.

"No need. She won't be the woman I knew, I may just let her continue with her fate."

She continued walking, their conversation would be going around his circles and she knew it, but there was no point eavesdropping, surely the secrets of her life would be revealed.

The sky was red as hell on earth; she could hear the far off cries of a beast unlike any other.

She wondered if this beast was the very same that attacked Helgen, the same dragon that saved her life.

She drew her sword when a man came towards her, his arms were broke and his armour bloodied, tears of pain ran down his face and his hair was dripping sweat.

"You have to go back... the dragon... it's still around... somewhere" He then dropped to his feet, his breathing harsh; she quickly leaned over him and put a healing potion to his lips.

"Over there!" She heard Ireleth cry, withdrawing her bow and shooting the sky.

Nasilda heard its challenge; it seemed to call to her.

Nasilda... we have waited so long for you... her mind felt the unfamiliar presence and cringed. The voice heavily accented in a strange tongue; it hissed into her brain and growled at her thoughts.

"What are you...?" She growled under her breath, "What do you want?"

In the skies she heard the dragon howl as some arrows struck it, it fell towards the guard tower and crashed into the already damaged structure, sending Nasilda flying.

In just a moment, she was on its back, instincts clawing at her judgement; its skin was hard as wood and its scales cut into her bare arms like razors. She ran up its neck and took it by the throat.

I am not the last or the first, I hope your soul brings the king great joy... Dohvahkiin...

She let its blood spill like a glorious waterfall, her heart thumped against her chest and her veins threatened to break under pressure as the adrenaline kept her standing.

The body crashed to the ground, the lifeless claws retracted from the damaged building letting the corpse collapse. She grabbed onto a broken ledge and climbed down the damaged bricks of the tower before dropping to the ground.

When the wind hit her she fell back, light enveloped her entire being as she heard the whispering of a thousand voices in her head, she saw flashes of a life that was not hers, felt emotions so powerful it brought tears.

Then it was gone.

At first there was silence, the soldiers stared her down, But then they burst into cheer; "Dragonborn!"

They prompted her to shout but she did not know what they wanted, her mind clouded, she felt like something had been unlocked inside of her, something she never knew she had.

On her walk back to Whiterun, the clouds called out the same strange word the dragon spoke: Dohvahkiin.

Moreover, she knew the only reason why she kept on surviving was that Stendarr was watching her.

Well there's the first chapter, I'm not overly pleased on how it's written, I couldn't get the flow, but I'm sure it'll begin to flow correctly after a few more, but you get the jist of what's going on so I suppose that's what matters.

The next chapter will be up soon enough. You know the rule. 3 reviews=update in 24 hours

:) tat ta for now