Dance of the ja-Kha'jay.
By Lakyan.
Prologue: Dance of the ja-Kha'jay (1).
Nhad-hatta IV, the current spiritual leader of Khajiit, sat in his lavish Torval palace. He was worried, not by the Bosmer his guards caught poaching moon-sugar from one of his estates, but for a rather different reason. He looked up at the sky, where Masser and Secunda, the twin moons of Tamriel, danced their cosmic ballet. Tonight, of all nights, the moons worried him, as a third moon appeared in the sky between them. This new moon, a blue world, had marked his own birth, and now marked the birth of a new Mane. This did not bode well for him, as his career would come to an end, should this rival survive. He called to one of his Cathay-Raht bodyguards, and hatched a plan to find more information about the infant, and how it could be best dispatched. He dismissed the guard, who went off to make the arrangements, and turned to regard the three moons again.
Far away, beyond the borders of the Elsweyr Confederacy, in a small town called Border Watch, a Khajiiti woman moaned in the pain of childbirth. There were other women in the room, all khajiit, aiding her through the trial. It would be a difficult birth. They all remained oblivious to the three glowing moons outside. The men-folk however, had remained outside, while the women tended to the women's business. They watched these moons with a sense of foreboding.
Many leagues north of Border Watch, Chancellor Ocato sat in the council chambers of White Gold Tower, shuffling papers and preparing to go home for the night. It had been difficult running the Empire over the last few months, since Martin Septim had given his life to save Tamriel. He had been stuck as to what to do next, how best to decide who should ascend the throne. Grandmaster Jauffre and the Blades had been lying low, forging a new Amulet of Kings from the diamond gifted to the Hero of Kvatch by the dying Emperor. A guard come into the room, and alerted Ocato to something be should see. Ocato left the chambers, and went outside. The guard pointed to three glowing moons. Ocato frowned. He knew that the three moons signal trouble from Elsweyr, sooner or later. Especially if his suspicions were correct.
Grandmaster Jauffre gazed at the triple moons. He knew little of the Khajiit legends, but what he did know had been gifted to him in the form of a book by the Hero of Kvatch. He pored over the significance of the three moons, but unknowingly reached the came conclusion as Ocato. There would be trouble, especially if his suspicions were correct.
And all the while the woman wailed in pain, as she birthed her child. The Khajiit women in the room fell silent as one held up the infant. The child was a Mane, thick fur which would later be braided, already growing in a thin ruff around his neck. Aside form this; the child was also a half-breed. The father had obviously been a human, but the colour of the infant's pale skin ruled out a redguard. The child wailed loudly as it got its first breath of cold air. His tail curled around the woman's wrist, and balled fists waved through the air. The women cleaned the infant off, and wrapped him in some cloth. He was given to his mother, who began to nurse him immediately. The women glanced at each other, and then left the small building. The men did not need to ask what breed the child was. They knew that the child was a Mane, and they knew that trouble would come of it once the current Mane learned of the infant's existence.