Hey guys! Writing another story, just a little side project for a while. Did you know that there is a dunmer male name that is: Maggot Telvani. It is just…amazing…*cough*strange*cough. Anyway this is just a small prologue. So have fun!

"I am the darkness in the light, a shadow upon the wall; I'm the dreams of the innocent and the lust of the young. I am the forgotten and the remembered, I am the innocence in thievery, I am the one who receives no recognition or thanks, I am the one who is ignored and taken for granted, I am the one who fell in love with you and was forgotten for another. I am the lover who could never hate you, I am the one who shall be there to protect you, by Mephala's wish."
- Luna to Chimer before her disappearance from Morrowind

I walked through the forests of falkreath; my guard followed me making no sound except when they talked to me. I looked up at the moon, a tear slid down my pale cheek. There had been a moon like this many years ago when I first met him; there had been a moon like this when he forgot me.

"May these thousand winters swiftly pass, I pray. I love you, I miss you, all these miles away." I whispered, one of my guard looked at the man next to him, this man had seemed to familiar years ago then I gave up on finding out who he reminded me of. They whispered to each other.

"Do you know who she keeps talking about?"

"Didn't Maeoni tell you? He was one of the Chimer, she was there when the Chimer became the Dunmer, and he was in Nerevar's army or something like that."

"What? But she'd have to be immortal to have of lived this long."

"She was one of Mephala's most devout; I guess the webspinner found a use for her to live this long."

"Must have, no Daedra does something like that lightly."

"Apparently she met the eternal champion, the hero of dagger fall, the Apprentice, and all the others. Said she was searching for something she would keep telling her. I guess it's just the Dragonborn next, or something else."

We had reached Falkreath in time to see a dragon burn down the jarls longhouse. I shook off my cloak, my Ravenous Armour* stood out, though it is from an anonymous sender. I pulled my silver short sword out of its sheathe, silver isn't the best of metals against bandits and the like, but with us always trekking through ruins as short cuts it was the best weapon for me.

"Guards, half get the towns people inside the rest with me." I shouted over the roaring of the dragons and screams of civilians. Me, Maeoni, Maelasi, Jared and Brandr charged at the dragon while the others lead children and elders inside the inn and guard barracks. I climbed onto the roof of a burning building, were the dragon was perched, I jumped onto its back rolling in mid air. I used my short sword to climb up to the head by digging it in the scales and dragging myself up.

Once I was at the head I stabbed the dragon through the eye, strange juices and blood splattered my face torso and arms. Spitting out the unknown gunk I stabbed again, getting dirtier each time. after each stab the beast writhed in pain, trying to throw me off. After the final hit on the eye, a piece of the brain came out, I then realised that we were falling and that if I were to land under it… I jumped off my arms spiralling in the air, just as the dragon, as my men say, exploded. The soul of the dragon went to a man a little ways from Maeoni. I got up to my feet, my guard assembling around me. I guess the newest of the group was starting to wonder why I even had a guard.

"That was very brave, if not foolish." I turned it was the man who had absorbed the dragon soul. I raised an eyebrow.

"Foolish? Why it's not as foolish as standing back as someone else does your duty, Dragonborn." I was practically scolding him, and by his blush I guess I hit a nerve.

"Well, with your men in the way I couldn't exactly get to the damn thing."

"That is a bow on your back, no?"

"Shut up, whore" once he uttered the last word he had a dozen swords at his neck. I walked up to him, my guard moving to make way for me.

"You should know that my guard has risked their own life for me, a few used to be murderers and thieves until I came to them. Others were mercenaries needing coin, though now they do it out of honour. One does it out of guilt, though I have forgiven him a thousand times and more. One is a descendant from an infamous assassin though he will not say which. But I know for I was there at the assassin's birth. So don't you dare insult me or any of my guard for they are brothers, bonded for one purpose, to protect me." He nodded, glancing at each of the men in turn, I walked a few meters away. "Come boys, we need to find Winterhold. The mages there may be able to help us."

They sheathed their swords, sending the most hating look at the Craven Dragonborn. After a while I saw a passing carriage. Waving for it to stop, I hoped on with my men sitting around me, they were always so faithful.

"we'll pay whatever need be if you take us to Whiterun. I have business with the Jarl there."

"She is the Darkness who corrupts your heart; she is the light that blinds you. She is the Woman you lay with to torture her later, she is the one you forget and use. She is worthless and you are the one who kills her. She is my devout; she is the one who shall save your pitiful soul no matter what you do to her. For I am the Webspinner and your fates are forever intertwined and she shall resurrect herself from ashes, for she is my little phoenix and she shall never die."
- Mephala, after Luna's 'death'.

It took two eight days for them to reach Whiterun, I think it would have of been quicker to just walk. But my guard was tired we had just walked most of Tamriel to reach Skyrim, and they are not the same type of immortal as me. I curled up on the floor of the carriage, my guard needed the benches more than I did anyway. As soon as I closed my eyes I instantly regretted it, I didn't want to see the past not now anyway.

1E, 402, Morrowind,

I stood facing the ash lands, they was, as you would expect, ash. One of Nerevar's men stood behind me, pushing me into the ash lands, I then remembered in this memory my hands were bound. Then I remembered I had tried to get him to remember me, my lost lover the one I could never hate. After a while I fell to my knees gasping, the man lifted me up and shoved me forward. Soon he pushed me down and cut the ties around my wrists, I grabbed the dagger he used and slit his throat. They didn't expect him back anyway. I took his sword, his bow and arrows and some ceremonial armour. Maybe they did expect him back.

"Mephala, Nocturnal, Namira guide me through what I must do to help me recover unfinished memories." I muttered looking up at the sky. Boethia has forsaken me, I can feel it. I sat down on the ashy ground, it was hot that meant that red mountain wouldn't erupt for a few days, I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep. Dried tears stayed of my cheeks and pain was evident on my face. I would die a thousand deaths before I surrendered.

Present day.

I woke up, shock at how long it had been since I had drifted into the past. The dreams made me remember who I was when challenges were ahead. Maeoni was staring at me, he smiled and wordlessly handed me a bottle, I had almost forgotten about the solution it helped with the dreams. I smiled back and drank some of the bitter tart substance. I leaned against his leg, he brushed my hair lightly. We heard a dragon roaring in the distance, I turned my face in Maeoni's leg.

"How long until we find this staff, Maeoni. I can stand the dreams anymore; I don't want to get hurt again." I told him, my voice was muffled by he understood he always did.

"you would regret it if you didn't, you would never me reunited. You know you must, what else would you do?"

"Live, these dreams are driving me insane, and it has nothing to do with Sheogorath."

"Luna, these dreams will pass, as they always have, perhaps this time you shall be reunited." I looked up at him, frowning slightly.

"Do you think so? Will he remember everything?"

"yes, I am as sure as the moon-and-star on His finger."

Centuries before this day.

The Hero of Kvatch's eye twitched, as they were explained their next instruction.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO GO INTO ANOTHER OBLIVION GATE? I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR SHIT MARTIN. IT'S NOT THE FIRST OF RAIN'S HAND ANYMORE."

Back to present day.

"I hope you are right, Maeoni, for if we have to go fetch another damn gem or stave or feather…" i trailed off, but before he could answer i was pulled into sleep against my will.