Cold Madness

Skyrim

The Dragonborn has gone missing and Skyrim's skies are still filled with dragons. Where has the Dragonborn gone? Does anyone care about the fate of Skyrim and it's citizens? Serana begins her search for the Dragonborn while accidentally teaming up with an unlikely fellow.

AN: Alright, Alright I never have written an Elder Scolls fanfiction in my life. Yep it's my first one. Is this going to be cannon? Of course not! Is this story going to make sense? Highly unlikely. So if you're reading this far, congratulations you're a weirdo like me. Yay! We have something in common. .- Also I'm a female so Dragonborn is female, though it's not really about the Dragonborn I'm trying to keep him/her as unisex as possible because everyone has their own Dragonborn. But if you're wondering mines is neutral, female Bosmer.

Chapter 1: The Dragonborn Has Come

Serana

I'm awake again. It's so dark my eyes haven't adjusted yet. Why am I awake? Did something or someone disturb my rest? Maybe if I keep quiet...wait I'm talking in my head. I think a few minutes have passed and nothing seems to be happening. I guess... I just woke up. I feel so weak my body it needs blood. I just want to go back to sleep but my mind is awake. Maybe I should do something. Maybe I can try reading the Elder Scroll again. It might hurt my eyes as well. I have nothing else better to do. If I can just squeeze my arms around and grab this Elder Scroll from my back.

"Got it!" Okay maybe this time it'll be different, maybe this time I'll see something I didn't see before. Then again maybe not. Do I have anything better to do? No... well I guess it's worth a shot. I open the Elder Scroll and immediately the piercing light of mysterious circles and text flash and immediately I close my eyes. "OWE! My eyes," tears slip out through my tight squinting eyelids. "Ugh," I moan. That was stupid. I should of know better to think that I could read it and expect something different. Now my eyes burn and I got a headache. My neck aches maybe I can use the Elder Scroll as a pillow. I'll just place it back on my back for now. "There," I release a heavy sigh. I wonder if mother is someplace safe.

-:-:-Years Later-:-:-

The sounds of metal on metal can be heard echoing throughout Dimhallow Crypt as a battle wages on to stop the Dragonborn from completing her quest. However they made a grave mistake for underestimating their foe. How were they suppose to know that the person who stumbled upon their meeting was the Dragonborn? Thus within minutes the sounds of battle stops as the Dragonborn's shield knocks their final foe before releasing it's final slash. Silence thrives as the Dragonborn's adrenaline dies down. She walks forward before gazing at the strange purple glowing chalices. The Dragonborn does not flitch, frown, nor smirk as she realize yet another puzzle is before her. Immediately she gets to pushing the the glowing pillars, ignoring the eerie echoes of dust and movement from afar. Within a few minutes the puzzle is too obvious and the last pillar only needs to put in place. Within one last push the odd marking on the flow glows purple and the ground shifts. The stone moves and a pillar rises from the center. It's quiet as the Dragonborn reaches and activates the stone monolith quickly the sound of stone grinding continues and the pillar opens revealing a young beautiful woman behind it. Sleeping the maiden wakes up just in time to catch her fall. Her skins is truly as pale as the snow and her eyes a glowing red. It is obvious that she holds an Elder Scroll on her back as she kneels. Quickly she regains her balance and stands up.

"Where is..who sent you here?" the woman speaks.

"Why who were you expecting?" the Dragonborn responds.

"I was expecting someone...like me at least?"

"Are you a-"

"Vampire, yes," she responds cooly.

"The Dawnguard would like me to kill you," the Dragonborn responds just as cooly.

"Not fond of vampires are they? Well look kill me you kill one vampire but if people are after me, there's something bigger going on. I can help you find out what that is," she defends quickly.

"Where do you need to go?"

"My family lives on an island to the west of Solitude I would guess they still do. By the way my name is Serana good to meet you," she greets simply.

Soon the Dragonborn leads Serana to her father's Island at castle Volkihar. Her father Lord Harkon a grand Vampire obsessed with his prophecy. It's obvious that he no longer cares for the welfare of his daughter and so Dragonborn decides that Lord Harkon is a megalomaniac hellbent on his own path to destruction. Greetings aside the Dragonborn leaves Lord Harkon's castle safe and sound, riding across the river returning to her loyal steed Shadowmere they ride away from the castle knowing this will not be the last time she'll run into Serana.

Days pass and sure enough Serana is at the Dawnguard with her Elderscroll ready to set off on adventure or perhaps just finding an excuse to be anywhere away from her father. Soon they walk out of Dawnguard Keep quietly to themselves.

"I know why you're following me," the Dragonborn speaks.

"Excuse me?" Serana asks.

"You've been stuck in a stone coffin for centuries and you're just dying to live again, sort of speak. Well you came to the right person but first I need to go my house in Riften I left the Wabbajack there and I need to pick it up," The Dragonborn responds as she heads through the rocky shadowing cave.

And thus begins the adventures of Dragonborn and try everything Serana. Serana sitting in chairs, leaning on walls, sniffing the aromas of mortal food, feeling the slice of an axe cutting through a log. The riveting clang of a metal pickaxe hitting rock. The beautiful Skyrim night sky with stars like diamonds littered on crushed velvet. The boiling rays of the sun, the harsh winds and rains. The cold freezing blizzards of snow. Following the Dragonborn was an effort well rewarding for Serana. Yes she had to stand her own. Yes if the Dragonborn said crouch down and remain silent, she tried her best. Serana soon found out that Skyrim was in a civil war between the Empire and Stormcloak Rebellion and that Dragons were to be feared again, especially the fire breathing dragons.

"Here's the Gildergreen in Whiterun, isn't it a beauty?" Dragonborn said as she stood in-front of a pinkish-white blossom tree.

"Is the tree sacred to Kynareth?" Serana asked. Dragonborn nodded. A light breeze blew and for that moment even in the morning sun, all seemed peaceful. It was moments like this when she remembered why she had to stop her father from succeeding his insane prophecy. It wasn't truly about being a vampire, life wasn't suppose to be immortal. Though if she wasn't immortal, would she be enjoying this moment like this? Serana looked down and sighed.

"Can you spare a coin? Just one coin?" a little girl in a green dress asked.

"Here you go," the Dragoborn offers the young girl. The girl smiles and walks away. "That reminds me I haven't been there for awhile," the Dragonborn speaks out loud to herself.

"Another home?" Serana asks surprised.

"Kind of let's go," and with that Serana follow the Dragonborn to her Breezehome, house first talking to her house carl Lydia then off into the wilderness of Skyrim.