Hello guys! I am not a native English speaker, but I can say my writing is not completely terrible. I might misspell a word or two, but from time my writing skills have become a lot better, and they will continue improving.

This is the fist chapter of a fanfic that may be a little more original than other fanfics, because, well, not much is known about Akavir and many things I will have come up by myself, so please; sit back, relax and enjoy. Reviews are very appreciated.

Aslyan was lying down on his bunk, with his head resting above his arms (a position he took every time he was bored), when he heard the loud noise of a thundering horn, breaking the silence and calling them from outside. He raised his head, his eyes focused and his mind cleared. Someone was calling them to come up, and there was only one reason for them to do that That sound was not ordinary, not at all. Ideas started formulating in his head "Perhaps…"

The others that were in other bunks in the room with him also became alert of the situation. Without saying a single word, everyone started moving quickly out of the room and up the stairs. "Could it be?" Aslyan thought, climbing down his bunk with a glint of excitement. He started following the rest and saw that other members of the crew were also coming out of their quarters, notably taken by surprise as well. Suddenly everyone on the boat was coming out to the surface; rapidly creating a big crowd of people. Everyone else was feeling the same as Aslyan, because he could hear voices saying "Is it for real this time?", "Are we really there?"

The horn sound stopped and was followed by a manly shout that established silence in the place.

"Crewmembers!" called the captain, as he made a humorous appearance on the balcony on top of them, showing a big smile on his face "The reason that I am calling you up here is very important" he made a big pause, trying to add suspense to the situation. At this point most of the people on the boat already knew what he was about to say, but still, nobody was quite sure. Tension built up as the captain took a deep breath "I'm proud to tell you that we have finally arrived."

Almost instantly, a loud cheer could be heard all across the boat. Everyone started laughing and celebrating. Aslyan looked over and saw the barely visible patch of land, miles ahead of them. There was no longer an infinite ocean, and this was a good reason to cheer up. It had been a long time.

"Gather your stuff, soldiers! We will disembark in less than an hour. We'll be setting up camp by dusk"

Everybody started going to their rooms, only leaving Aslyan and a few others, watching the sea from the edge of the boat.

Aslyan felt glad of his decision. He had nothing to regret, thankfully. In fact, had been seeking adventure for far longer than he could remember, ever since he had defeated Alduin; more than 10 years had passed. Long years of his life had gone by without anything exciting happening, and when he was asked to participate in a journey to an unknown continent, it took him less than a second to answer. They were finally here; after travelling for more than a year, they had finally arrived to their destination. They had set sail from the Winterhold port, in Skyrim, a sunny day of First Seed, and now, Sun's Height and a year later, the crew and him would be able to set foot on the very different continent, Akavir, a land full of mysteries and secrets, inhabited by deadly creatures.

He looked around, over the edge of the boat. On both sides of his ship, two others were also carrying about three dozen people each. It was quite an expedition, and from now on, everything would be an adventure to all of them. A warm breeze of air blew back his long hair. No more sea storms, no more eating fish, no longer feeling sick. This was a totally new world, and after months and months, he was happy.

Aslyan grabbed his large bag and carried it behind his back. Looking at the bunker he laid on every night, he realized he was going to miss the place. The armor that had been given to him now looked old and stale, but either way he grabbed it. He also took his oil lamp and the book he had been reading every night lately: "Report: Disaster on Ionith". After having a last look at the room, he left the room.

They had been told Akavir was enormous. They had arrived in a small corner of the Tsaesci territory, which was known to be unpopulated. At first glance, the terrain that continued just after the beach formed slight hills, covered with abundant green fields of grass. Very little trees could be seen, dispersed around randomly, and besides that there was nothing else to be seen.

A group of corpulent crew members pulled the three ships over to the sand and placed platforms for people to come down with. The ship emptied rapidly, and Aslyan was one of the last ones to get out.

Akavir's beach was difficult to walk on with all of his belongings on his back. Warm waves kissed his feet, and the relaxing sound they made caused him to smile even more. Big and small tents were quickly being set a dozen yards away from the shore. Aslyan managed to fit his tiny tent between two others near the dining hall. This was all that he needed.

Night set in the blink of an eye. Once again, they were served fish, and Aslyan hated it, but he knew this was the last time. While trying to cut a cold and dry piece of meat, next to a celebratory half glass of wine, Aslyan started talking to people near him from other boats, who he hadn't met before. One of them was a man called Dhargos, a nord who had been laughing all night loudly. He looked like an old man, white, heavy beard and long hair, although the way he talked made Aslyan think he was the same age as everyone else. There was a sound of a man playing a lyre, along with other three that clapped and bumped on the table, creating joyful music that Aslyan hadn't heard in a while.

"So, it looks like we are finally free!"

"Yeah, free of our women!"

Everyone at the table laughed. Aslyan smiled and took a sip of his wine. Old and cheap, just like he expected.

"Actually, to make a little confession here, I'm a little afraid of what's about to happen" admitted a fat man that had been struggling to chew the fish on his plate.

"What do you mean, pal?

"I mean that it's quite frightening to think that we are in a place we know practically nothing about"

"Oh, don't be a little Elf about it" Dhargos laughed "Look at the size of our crew, damn it!"

"I've heard that an entire army of Akaviris attacked Tamriel"

"You are right, but they lost."

Aslyan saw the moment to jump into the conversation "But one time, long ago, King Uriel the Fifth sent himself and a large group of invaders to the lands of Akavir" he stopped talking, and once he got sure he had everyone's attention, he continued "The invasion failed and Uriel died with his crew in the Battle of Ionith"

Almost everyone felt silent for a second. Dhargos turned his head to him.

"Where did you come up with this stuff?"

"I read it on a book. In fact, there have been many expeditions to this continent, none of them successful."

The nord just looked at him, chewing the fish with his mouth open.

"What's your name, son?"

"Aslyan, of Riften."

"Aslyan? Hmm… That name sounds familiar"

"Perhaps you know me already, if you are from Skyrim." Aslyan knew what the man was about to say.

"Are you… by any means, Dragonborn?

Ah, that name. Aslyan hadn't been called that way since a long time ago. Suddenly he felt like everyone was watching him. At first he did not want to answer, but he realized it would be stupid.

"I am Dragonborn, indeed"

He saw a glance of doubt in his face. Silence covered the table.

"Are you really?"

"After I defeated Alduin everyone seemed to forget my face, but I am the one, yes."

"I believe you, friend." His expression changed "And what in oblivion are you doing here, exploring the dangerous lands of Akavir?"

Aslyan thought about the question.

"I wanted to do something nobody had done before." Thinking again, he changed his mind. "To be honest, I don't even know why I came."

A big laugh covered the awkward silence.

The night continued, and it was long. Aslyan secretly enjoyed being recognized again as the man he really was and the power that he had. Once again, he was happy. He was, after all, Dragonborn.

But, of course, he did not mention the fact that his powers had been lost for a long time, or that he no longer had the ability to shout. He also didn't mention how he feared the blood of dragons didn't flow through his veins anymore.

Why would he?