Alright, this is my first proper Fan Fic placed up on this site, so I'd like you all to go somewhat easy on me if it seems too short or something along those lines! I'd just like to thank Riku Nomura, a friend from an RP Board who gave this first chapter a quick read through for me! Now, onto the story!
Becoming Dovahkiin – Chapter 1: The Sins of Our Fathers
Many decades have passed since the fall of Alduin at the hands of the Dovahkiin, Dragonborn. The warrior, a descendent from the seventh Champion of Cyrodiil, named by his parents after the birth name of the first Emperor 'Talos'. Succeeded in great feats throughout Skyrim, he became the Harbinger of The Companions, branching the group out into other regions of Tamriel and inviting the few skilled enough to join him and other prominent members in Jorvasskr, the hall of the Circle. He sided with the Imperial legion and helped subdue the Stormcloak rebellion which ended in a dramatic shouting match between himself and Ulfric Stormcloak, but possibly his most famous feat, was the defeat of Alduin the bringer of The End of Times. After all of this, Talos, Thane of Whiterun, Harbinger of The Companions, Hero of Skyrim, Legate of the Legion and Dovakiin. Settled down with his wife and fellow companion Aela, and started a family...
The child was born into the world, named after the god of gods, Akatosh. A title which his father had hoped would let him surpass even himself in greatness. But as such, Talos needed the boy to prove himself, so he was to be given no inheritance upon the death of his parents, if he wanted his father's titles, they would have to be earnt.
Several years later...
"Keep your eye on the prize son..." Talos muttered in his ear, reaching forwards and adjusting the aim on the young boys bow, planting the arc of his arrow plainly on the Elk "Relax... Breathe deep, and release when you're ready..." The young Akatosh nodded and loosened his shoulders; he took a deep breath and centred his focus on the game ahead of him. Then he released. His arrow flew through the air, straight and true before colliding with the side of the Elk which bellowed and instinctively charged, right towards them!
Akatosh panicked and got up and prepared to run, but in his rush he felt his ankle twist as a searing pain shot up his leg. As he collapsed to his knees his dater leapt in front of him. Talos took a deep breath and spoke in the dragon tongue "Fus Ro Dah!" he roared as a blue wall of force shot towards the Elk and knocked it off it's feet, sending it flying into a tree.
Akatosh looked up at his father in awe as Talos looked down upon him "What... Was that?" the young boy asked in awe "A dragon shout" his father replied "A power that you yourself will one say wield with training, but that is a tale for another time, for now, let's get you home to a healer. Talos picked the boy up and commenced to carry him back towards the city of Whiterun where the family's manor resided, during the journey, Akatosh soaked up his fathers features as he always did. The short black hair, the powerful jaw and curves nose, the scars across his cheek and lip on the left side of his face and most notably, the striking blue eyes... Eyes that Akatosh shared with his father... The eyes of a Dragonborn.
As they entered the city, many greeted the pair warmly, Talos was the Thane of Whiterun a title he procured after saving the hold from a dragon, the title in short meant that Talos was the hero and protector of the hold and as such it was his duty to serve alongside Jarl Balgruuf the Greater as his champion. It was an honoured position and many as such knew the family and the Companions as the protectors of Whiterun.
The Companions were once a loose organization that served independently of each other and simply respected the word of the Harbinger, but upon becoming Thane, Talos had formed the organization into a proper guild, leaving out the hierarchy still but creating the title of Harbinger into one of command with the other members of the Circle acting as a central government for the group. Those who served in Jorvasskr were promoted to the circle and given the opportunity to take on lycanthropy and serve as a protector of the guild.
The final change that Talos made to the guild was having the circle swear an oath to the Jarl as his protectors and guardians. With Talos serving as his Thane. The Companions had expanded to become the biggest guild in Tamriel under the rule of Talos. As such the group had become rich and powerful, a deciding factor in Whiterun's position in Skyrim. No-one dare go against the Jarl of Whiterun and The Companions.
Back in the now, Talos carried his son through the plains district, up to the wind district and finally into the recently finished Jorvasskr district, named after the mead hall at its entrance which is the headquarters to the Companions. In the centre sat a temple dedicated to the Divine Talos and just at the back of the district, behind the military barracks and the armoury of Whiterun was the Dovakiin manor. After becoming the hero of Skyrim, Talos, whose family bore no heraldry, took on the draconic word for Dragonborn as his family name. Stepping into the manor, Talos carried Akatosh to his bedroom and set him down on the bed, taking in his sons features.
He looked a lot like his father in a sense; he had a strong build that same intense jaw line, nose and eyes but it was his hair that struck him apart from his family, golden blonde hair that came from neither his mother nor father. One thing Talos and Adela had hoped for in their son was for him to be lycanthrope, considered a curse amongst many; the Companions considered it a blessing. A gift with which to fight their enemies. The manner in which they had developed the condition (a witches blessing) granted them unparalleled control over their beast spirit and they used it effectively as a weapon against their foes.
Aela stepped into the room and both Akatosh and Talos looked to her, she had brown hair and soft eyes. She was taller than Akatosh's father by a few inches but it never bothered either of them, Talos saw it as a sign of strength. "What happened?" she asked calmly, not one to fret over issues such as minor injuries "He twisted his ankle..." Talos replied with a smile "Whilst hunting Elk, his arrow flew straight and true, it was just a tough beast. That's all." Aela smiled, in her younger years she'd been known as 'Aela the Huntress' thanks to her use of the bow. Talos' face went from a smile to a neutral poker face "I think it is time Aela..." he muttered "The boy saw me shout today, and he seemed unfazed." Akatosh frowned, not quite understanding what was going on "We were right in assuming that the blood runs through him, we should send him to them..." he seemed torn by his own words as Aela approached, a look of anger on her face.
"He is only ten years old! He is not ready to climb to High Hrothgar!" but Talos simply waved a hand at her "I don't know about you Nords, but in Cyrodiil, ten is old enough to become a warrior" Now Akatosh began to understand, his father wanted him to become a warrior, like him. Did he want him go join the Companions? "Mother..." he said in a soft voice "I'm ready! Let my leg heal and I'll take whatever challenge is thrown at me!"
Aela stared at her son "Okay..." she breathed "If you both think you're able Akatosh, I'll let you make the pilgrimage, but you need to be prepared! I want a Grey-Mane to make him some skyforge steel for a weapon and tan some leather for armour. My son is not going out there unprepared!" Akatosh fist pumped the air whooping whilst Talos smiled at his wife "That's more like the Aela I know..." he muttered.
Over the next few days, a local Mage helped repair Akatosh's leg whilst Faranhir Grey-Mane the son of the Companions former Blacksmith forged him arms and armour to use on his trek up to High Hrothgar. Akatosh still wasn't one hundred per cent sure what was up there, but as the son of the Thane, he was eager to prove himself to his father and become a member of the Companions. As soon as he was able, he started practicing, training his body and mind for the task ahead.
One day, whilst the young boy was being taught fighting techniques by his fathers friend Vilkas, his mother approached "Akatosh!" she called, ceasing the training "There is one important thing you still new to decide on before heading to High Hrothgar." Akatosh raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that, mother?" he asked, sheathing his short sword. "When your father made the climb, he travelled with his Housecarl Lydia. As such, we want you to choose a Housecarl, a bodyguard whom will go with you on your quest and lay down their life for yours if it comes to it" Akatosh simply raise an eyebrow "A Housecarl?" he exclaimed "Those are reserved rights only for Jarls and Thanes though!" his mother shook her head "I refuse to let you go without a Housecarl. Now choose."
Akatosh looked left right an centre, he knew a Housecarl needed to be of lower status than him, and at ten years old there weren't many who fit the bill to be honest...
"I'll be the boys Housecarl" a voice called out. Akatosh turned to the voice and smiled, suddenly feeling a lot safer "Uncle Farkas!" he yelled rushing towards the werewolf and pulling him into a hug, the Companion had dark brown hair as white eyes which lacked Iris'. Farkas wasn't his uncle but the title had grown on the older man "Uncle Farkas, where have you been?" Akatosh asked, looking up at his family friend "I was on a job for Talos" he replied in his deep voice "He wanted me to search for something, and I found it" Aera nodded "Go inform him, then be ready for the climb" Farkas nodded before walking towards Jorrvaskr, placing a hand on his brother Vilkas' shoulder and stepping inside. With his Housecarl decided, Akatosh would set off for High Hrothgar tomorrow.
Well! There you have it, that's the first chapter there and I admit, reading it now it is stupidly short. But either way, I would like to read your reviews and comments but I won't be tolerating blatant flaming.