Chapter 1 introduction

The vestige was used to be a pawn in a bigger picture, ruled by a stubborn monarch in Tamriel, but this suggestion done by Vanus Galeron turned out to be ridiculous concerning the circumstances and the ongoing war for the ruby throne. She was a Breton, belonging to the Daggerfall covenant, never getting the idea to cross the border into enemy's land and take a look at the conditions and problems of people belonging to a hostile alliance and getting in great danger as well of course.

Emeric had also been grateful for ending his nightmare, the support and stabilization of his alliance, despite the fact that he was like all royals and hunkering in his palace, far far away from his own folk, with no idea about the ordinary people. She wondered if he was counting his coins the whole day. To be fair, she must give him some credit for moving his ass towards Bankorai with his lion guard to save the city from the Reachmen, but does he really care about his people? Was his policy really the final solution for Tamriels future if he was becoming the next emperor? All fractions claimed to have the one only right and master plan to bring back peace to land and get rid of Molag Bals deadric threat, but honestly they were just talking and talking.

The one who was really fighting the dark prince and getting things going had been herself with the help of the prophet and Lyris Titanborn. His majesty was sitting in his palace, reading the reports from cyrodiil, not caring about peoples internal issues. The higher born ones must be different, she had to admit. Gladly she kept all those actions concerning the efforts to reverse the effects of the soulburst as a secret and left the true about her companions in the dark. She won't help Emeric to become the new ruler of Tamriel, just because he thinks he's the best for the job and has to. She sighed again.

Sure being a leader comes with huge responsibility and pressure, but most of all blue-bloods she met so far, have been too arrogant and lazy, the majority wasn't even capable of holding a sword or to fight on their own. OK Emeric fought once, but the time he spent with economic interests made him weaker.

The vestige was born in a small poor village, her father a carpenter, working for the local nobility while her mum was earning some gold with being the tailor for the village. They had a good life and she... the little greenhorn should have been dreaming of getting married and having this usual boring but always demanding hard life which was meant for her.

So what had happened? What went wrong?

The change occurred when worshipers of the worm cult showed up and abducted the younger citizens to cold harbor, scarifying them to an evil daedric prince. After the escape of her and the new alley she only called "prophet", she had found the village torn apart, her parents and friends gone forever. Life can be so cruel.

Fitting in the new role, being something special without having a soul for purpose had taken a long time. She had rejected the truth as long as she could, but they convinced her of the importance of her destiny, seeing all the chaos and pain across her land helped a lot. So she had started to fight, to learn, to improve her magic to get better, to be able the face the challenges coming up. An ordinary breton woman was becoming a critical character in the higher game of power and a fucking throne made of ruby.

Irony can kiss my ass...for sure...

Things had changed, they call her champion and now they threat her with respect.

No doubt the orcs, and redguards were not so nice and respectful if she wouldn't had saved them and solved the problems in their home countries.

When Emeric made her a pawn for his ideals and intentions, he gave her a feeling of doing something noble and substantial. Looking back now she realized, she did nothing for the ordinary people, only for the personal intentions and power obtaining purposes of higher borns.

It was just all about power, the mortals didn't distinguish from the daedric gods, but they wont admit it.

Now she was standing in the mage guild talking to a friend who had always been honest to her since both met. Vanus Galerion, mage of the mysterious Psijic Order and currently in high rank of the neutral guild was asking for her help.

"Vestige...Are you with me?" the slender altmer questioned when realizing her thoughts had been gone somewhere else since the conservation started.

"Sure my friend. I apologize.." she answered with a nod. " It's just what you are asking me is...well..it's..."

He finished with a knowing expression: "..dangerous and unexpected?"

The vestige took a seat at the wooden chair next to desk, breathing hard once. "You know Emeric entrusted me with more matters concerning the Covenant..." she sighed." These are my next tasks to fulfill..for the glory of Daggerfall..."

He waved a hand to interrupt. "Your real destiny is to find your master and your decision will rule the future of all Tamriel, my dear friend." Vanus took place next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing the muscular skin to reassure her. " The elder scrolls promised more for you than just being a soldier and drummer for kings..."

The vestige approached his look with fear and disbelieve: "What do mean with ruling the future of Tamriel?"

He just smiled. "You'll know when you see my friend. Now go and make up your own mind of the great picture.."

She had to agree with him in one point, his plea to go and see with her own eyes, to get another idea of the conditions in ebonheart and almeri territory will be helping to realize the situation and make a complete picture, but one step into the other land could make her go to gibbet in record time. She is the actual champion of Emeric and so the nemesis of the other leaders. They will think she's coming for killing the fractions commanders for her king in stormhaven.

Vanus seemed to sense her growing indecision cause he offered. " I know some people I can trust. I'm gonna make sure you can go there, safely as a messenger and member of the mage guild. " He patted her shoulder again. "Just forget about your identity and be a nobody, wearing your helmet the whole time here will make it hard for them to realize who you really are, my friend."

"They got agents everywhere infiltrating our country...I am sure they know..." she objected.

"Don't worry, I know somebody in very high position owing me a favor..." The altmer rose and finished, twinkling. "Go and prepare yourself my friend. I'm going to inform Emeric that you are going on a high priority mission for the mage guild."