Note from the Author: Okay. Since inspiration is running low for me for some reason (Damn you, Xbox360), I'm posting chapters to this story one at a time. But before I do, there are a few things I'd like my readers and fans to know, first

1.) This fanfiction of The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind is about 7-8 years old. At least, the first few episodes are. I spent a long time between some chapters.

2.) I wouldn't recommend this fanfiction for anybody who is easily offended or easily disturbed. There are some adult situations in this fic, as well as some disturbing descriptions and more than enough cursing for one story. And one of the characters has the mindset of a serial killer (finding out who is part of the fun) so be wary of that. In general, I wouldn't suggest this fic for anybody who isn't of the American legal drinking age (21 for those who don't know).

Anyway, despite my warnings, I hope anybody who reads this fanfiction enjoys it. I hope that posting this story helps me to start writing again, but I can't promise anything. Here's hoping.

One more thing, this is a short chapter. This was intentional. The ones to follow will be much bigger, I assure you.

Prologue

There are tales to be told that are unknown even to the Tribunal, even to ALMSIVI. Secret tales about the land of Morrowind and its beginnings. Some of these tales are hidden in obscurity, forgotten by time, and yet that which is yet to be threatens to reveal the secrets of the Ashlands. Such secrets of an ancient Queen and a powerful wizard.

In the First Era, shortly after Veloth's passing, as the Chimer of old Resdaynia struggled to become a nation all their own, another group struggled to make Vvardenfell their home. Led by the powerful Queen N'tashra, these beings fled to the mountains southeast of Resdaynia's volcano, Red Mountain. Struggling against Chimer, Dwemer, and Daedra alike, this small group of survivors grew powerful in wartime. But against their best efforts, they were wiped out and forgotten, their lands passed by under the warring marches of Chimer and Dwemer.

And so time passed. The Dwemer left Mundus, the Chimer became Dunmer under Azura's Curse, and the Tribune led their followers against the Nord and Redguard invaders for centuries. Lands outside Resdaynia saw the rise of the Tamrielic Empire, and so destiny schemed that this fledgling empire should seek to add Resdaynia to its command. It was during this time that a great mage known as Rethas Uvirith came into a forgotten power, and stood in the shoes of an unknown ruler, aiding the Tribune in defending Resdaynia from Imperial occupation. But even the great Uvirith could not stand for his land, and though he died a noble death, he, too, was doomed to be washed away by the ebb and flow of time, just as the Queen he had sought to replace. The land is marked by his passing, but the Dunmer are none the wiser of its history.

And time continued to pass. The Tamrielic Empire signed a truce with the Tribunal, and Resdaynia was spared from its invasion. And as Resdaynia became Morrowind, so, too, did the Second Era give way to the Third. The time for war seems to be over. The Dunmer rest easy along with the rest of the world, unaware of the darkness that sleeps in their land. And so the stage is set. Another shall soon come to claim the power resting in the grave, and though she will not be the one to cleanse Morrowind of its inherent evil, she will be the first to be remembered for the land she inherits.