Prologue
An old man stands at the balcony of his chambers, overseeing his land. His Face thou gentle, one can see his experience and the hardship he had face. His eyes now look into the horizon, waiting for the one thing he must face in the end.
He is known as the Fateless One. The first and last to be resurrected by the Well Of Souls. He has possessed power equal to the gods as the only being capable of changing the fate of events, for better or for worst.
But even he can't stop time and death when they have arrived at his door steps. Though he has faced many events that would have cost him his life, he has managed to avoid or even trick it. Now however he has waited to welcomed it like an old friend he has not yet seen.
"Father, there you are. I have been looking all over for you" Said a young woman, accompanied by a small boy barely 11 years old.
"Ah yes… I forgot, it is that time of the season again." Said the old man, he turn around and face his daughter. "Forgive me; I was merely looking over the horizon once again."
"Father please, the way you speak of… it's morbid to be truthful." Reply his daughter as she approaches her father and gently wrap her arms around his. "You are still healthy and I'm sure you have more seasons to come."
His daughter led him to the great hall, every known guest and friends of the family gather as they enjoy the harvest of this season's end. Music so grand played, equal to the songs of the Fea can be heard. It was a joyous occasion as the end of the year will soon come.
Every one re-tale the story of how the Fateless One fought or done something for them. Members of the Warsworn recall tales as he started as a recruit to his ascension to the ranks of Truesworn. Soldiers and officers who have fought by his side regale his time in Mel Senshir as he fought in the front line, defending the walls and even facing off and slaying the great beast Balor. No story can be said equal or greater than that of the tale of this man, yet each story seems outlandish and to dare say tall tale than that of his time. Even the court of the Summer Fae would be envious of this man deeds and the legend he made.
His grandson revels in his grandfather's heroism and wish that he too would one day be as heroic as and even greater than his grandfather. Time past by and merriment of the party grows ever so long, the young boy's weary eyes and even his load yawn cause her mother to approach him and but the young boy's grandfather offer to lead the boy to his chambers to sleep.
"Grandfather, will you tell me your story as well?" ask the boy as he rest on the back of his grandfather.
"What do you want to know?" ask the aging man as he finally lay the boy to rest in his silk cover bed.
"Tell me the story of your adventure, from your perspective… I always hear the story from someone else and they seem too good to be true and some seems to not know what happen at end of your battles."
The old man look at his grandchild smiled at him, "my tales is a bit scarier than those you have heard before." The boy did not mind, for him the story of the Fateless One was the best story he has ever heard and will always fill his dream with adventures that take him all over Amalur. The old man saw this in his grandson's eyes and agrees to continue; only stopping when he has almost told his battle with Gadflow and Tirnoch. He notices the child sleeping soundly and his face full of dreams of adventure. He tucks the boy in and head to his own chamber.
Once again he fined himself resting at his balcony looking over the sky, as he saw the stars that watch over Amalur. On his lap was a journal, with detail information of his story as the Fateless One. This is fine, he said to himself, this peace that finally found its way in his mind. He look once again to the stars and then to the moon as his eyes slowly close, only giving him one last view of his world,
Before his body gave in and his eyes close for the last time, he saw above the clear star filled sky not the moon he use to see, but instead two moons, one larger than the other. His eyes closes as his awaited friend, death, embrace him.
"You bond to no fate, no destiny that hold you in its tapestry, I seek your aide, make a pack to me and I shall bring you back to life…My mistake has pile up, and my first son will wake up." Said an unknown voice from the depth of the void. "I seek your aid, you who possess a power equal to us gods and yet mortal." The voice from the void continued as the surrounding of the Fateless One began to shine like gold in the sea of emptiness. "Be reborn a new, take a piece of my soul and a drop of my blood. Fulfill the words of the Kel. Prevent the flow of time from ending." The voice start to fade as the Fateless One was surrounded with a bright light and a whisper can be heard from the distance.
"When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world
When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped
When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles
When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne and the White Tower falls
When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding
The World-Eater wakes and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn."
An infant cries can be heard as the mother rejoice in her son's birth.
Author's note:
This story is the first of the three volumes I plan to make base on the Elder Scroll: Skyrim, and hope that someone would like the story, I don't care if it's just one reader, as long as someone like this.
Disclaimers:
The elder scroll series V: Skyrim is an intellectual property of Bethesda studio. All stories, character, and any other mechanics fond in the games that was use in this story is rightfully own by Bethesda studio.
Kingdoms of Amalur is the intellectual property of Big Huge Games and 38 Studios. All stories, character, and any other mechanics fond in the games that was use in this story is rightfully own by Big Huge Games and 38 Studios.
This story is a non-profit, fan fiction story and is not consider cannon from the source material.
