A/N: So for those of you familiar with my other works, you will likely notice a difference in the writing style. The truth is I wrote this a couple of years ago as part of a joint effort with a friend. Kim and I decided to both write similar fics. I'd do one that started with Morrowind. She'd focus more on the Oblivion storyline. After a while we both decided to create our own type of elf and after a bit of polishing, I had this story finished. All-in-all, this was supposed to be a five part series for me. Book 1 focuses on the Morrowind Prophecies main quest. Book 2 is Tribunal. Book 3 is Bloodmoon. Book 4 shows my involvement during Kim's side of the story for the Oblivion Crisis, Knights of the Nine, and the Shivering Isles. Book 5 was to be the conclusion with all the needed prophecies broken and/or fulfilled.

Sadly, Book 3 was never finished. So I'll post what I have and perhaps renew my efforts in Book 3 (though there was a slight falling out between Kim and I over various reasons). But I'm still going to focus mainly on my Inheritance Fic, Blödh abr du Shur'tugalar.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scrolls series. I just own copies of the games and play them. I am not making money from this fanfiction.

Prologue – An Impossible Awakening

Fredas, 27th Second Seed, 3E418

"So, are you doing anything tomorrow?" I asked Kim as she poured over her history homework, looking up from my own notebooks. In one of the notebooks, I was writing one of my various stories, this one being called Wizard Ink in which the main character was an author before he found out that he was actually the lord High Archmage of Gionha, the realm he set his novels in. In the other notebook, I was writing spells I could use in The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, one of my favorite games of all time, second only to its sequel, Oblivion. Before Kim responded to my question, I could almost "see" her answer.

"Just playing Oblivion; I started a new game." She said. It was one of those moments where I was sure she knew what I was thinking as much as I knew her thoughts.

"Again?" I looked at my watch and sighed. Time really flies when you're doing something you like; sometimes it likes to fly just a little too fast, which really bugs me when I actually want to get something done. Must be getting old… I thought. "We'd better get going; there's only two minutes left for lunch. So, if it's alright, I'll see you tomorrow." I told her. I knew that it was possible that she had temporarily forgotten if she had a Greenwood (the local annual renaissance fair) rehearsal. I slung my backpack onto my right shoulder and picked up my notebooks, making sure that nothing fell out of either of them.

She and I walked in silence this time, which happens when we aren't busy bouncing ideas back and forth, until we had to go our separate ways to our next class. Kim went through the doors outside, heading for her IB English class in the annex, while I continued past the office and down the 100 hall to PC troubleshooting. As I walked, I wondered what I would do at Kim's house apart from just sitting there watching Kim playing a game I missed dearly.

I shook my head, clearing my head. It was stupid of me to be jealous, since I had given Oblivion to her in the first place (which had her addicted just as easily as it had me) and I could also now afford the Game of the Year edition anytime I wanted. All I was waiting on was a decent computer I could actually call my own. That definitely wasn't in my price range at the moment though.

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I stepped out of the shower and dressed for bed, which as usual consisted of pajama bottoms and a tank top, or a wife-beater (a name I have a strong aversion to). I was excited for karate tomorrow which would be followed a couple of hours later, hopefully, by a trip to Kim's. I ignored Dustin's comments as I cleaned off my bed of my things which he deemed "out of place." It wasn't my fault really that I was running out of allocated space in the bedroom I shared with Dustin. I still felt like I was only a guest instead of a roommate though.

I really need to stop being so nice to people. I thought as I threw my blanket over me. I fell asleep almost immediately. All I remembered were my last few thoughts of what the future might have in store for me after high school.

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"Hey, wake up. Wake up." A rough voice said. The first thing I noticed upon opening my eyes was that I seemed to be looking at the first part of Morrowind's character creation. I sat up immediately in shock and pressed myself against the wall, turning to look at the speaker. I almost did a double take as I realized I was looking at a Dunmer.

"Why are you shaking? Are you okay? You were dreaming. What's your name?" He asked as I pushed myself even further against the wall of the little room, clearly scared now. I was almost beginning to hyperventilate. My mind stopped me, however, from responding with my real name, since it might attract undue attention.

"Aodh Ailill," I managed to say. It was the first fantasy-sounding name I thought of. I was even more shocked though at how, despite my fear and confusion, my thoughts kept quite rational. Sure, I was still scared out of my wits, but the initial shock was passing. My mind kept telling me that this was a dream and to follow along for now.

"Well, not even last night's storm could wake you. I heard them say we've reached Morrowind, I'm sure they'll let us go." Jiub said. I let out a shaky breath. It was only a dream. It had to be.

I heard footsteps and turned my head to see a guard walking towards us. I waited for Jiub's next line, but it never came, sending a chill down my spine. Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to stand up and lean casually against the wall.

"This is where you get off, come with me." The guard's words sent another chill down my spine as I tried to duck past him when he turned to guide me to the deck. I made it easily past him and ran to the trapdoor leading outside. I opened it and stepped onto the deck itself, my breath caught as I gazed out at Seyda Neen. I lifted my right hand to shield my eyes from the sun shining brightly overhead. The light brought something else to my attention. I lifted my left hand to study it and found that I had to squint to do so as the sunlight reflected off my skin, which was completely white, as if I had been dipped in paint.

Stilled shocked, I somehow managed to walk down to the docks towards the second guard (it should have been the third one actually, where was the other guy?), who was waiting for me. "So you've finally arrived, but our records don't show from where."

"I honestly couldn't tell you. What day is it?" I asked, still in shock. The date of the Morrowind Prophecies beginning was 3E423 or 424 and if my guess was right…

"Today is Fredas, the 27th of Second Seed." The guard answered.

"The year?" My breath caught in my throat once again when I heard it.

"Third era, the year of Akatosh, 418." Ten years before Morrowind, fifteen before Oblivion. I was dumbstruck. All I could really answer when I was asked about my origins again was "I don't know. I honestly don't know." What had happened to me? What had I turned into?

"Well, your unique appearance aside, do you know where you were born?" The guard asked, snapping me back from my thoughts. Texas… I thought in response. I shook my head though, reminding myself that this was a dream, albeit a very odd and realistic one. "We were not told that you had lost your memory. Anyway, follow me to the Census Office and they'll finish your release." That set a few alarms off in my head. Sure, this was an essential part of Morrowind's character creation, but I didn't come from a prison.

"I wasn't in prison." I protested as I followed the guard up to the Census and Excise Office. The guard actually laughed when I said it though.

"I heard that you tried to kill the Emperor after waking up from a year-long sleep. You then slept for another year before the Emperor had you sent here after a dream he had and something you apparently said in your sleep."

I had a sudden sharp pain in my chest. The dream… the dream… I remembered it now. I had seen a pure white Elf with black hair that reached past his shoulders and was tied in a ponytail. He was dressed as I was now, the clothes of a commoner. There was Azura next to him who told me that a trio of Elves would cause such a change in Nirn that prophecies would be both broken and fulfilled at the same time. I never saw the other elves, nor did Azura speak of them anymore. She didn't say anything else actually since the elf just stepped forward and placed his hand on my shoulder. That was all I could remember. That and the name Karanmer, which I had no doubt was the name of whatever race of Elf I was.

Doubts filled my mind as to whether this was a dream or not. I could no longer be sure anymore. The guard leading me unlocked the door to the Census Office and I stepped inside, obviously shaken by my revelation.

"Ahh yes, we've been expecting you. You'll have to be recorded before you're officially released. What's your profession?" The worker… what was his name… Oh yeah, Socucius Ergalla, said as I closed the door behind me.

"Uh, I'm a- was a nightblade." I answered, remembering one of the only classes I actually didn't mind using that much… apart from assassin that is; normally though I just created my own class. I noticed that Socucius was actually writing down my response.

"Very good. The letter that preceded you mentioned you were born under a certain sign. And what might that be?" He asked, looking up from the scroll he was writing my record on. So far the questions were all the same, with maybe a couple of minor differences, which didn't really bother me. Though now I was stuck… I couldn't remember my birthsign. Instead, I acted out of instinct.

"The Shadow." I said quickly. I was dumbstruck again, normally I would have said "the Atronach," but after a moment, I realized that my birth month, May (or Second Seed), was the Shadow's time.

"Interesting. Now, before I stamp these papers, make sure this information is correct." Socucius told me passing over my identification papers. I began reading and stared at the spot which recorded my race. I was an Armor Elf.

I remembered something else now. My eyes were open and the semi-familiar face of Uriel Septim appeared in my view. Without warning, my hands lashed out. One struck the emperor in the neck, the other was a palm thrust to the heart. A small trickle of blood appeared on the emperor's lips as I was pushed back onto the bed or whatever I had been lying on and two swords were held at my throat. The emperor's Blades had to perform their duties after all. Before I lost consciousness again, I heard Uriel Septim mention something about the ferocity of an Armor Elf (or the Karanmer as I now realized).

"Uh, yeah, everything looks right." You probably know more than I do… But why did I spend two years in a coma? I thought as I handed back the papers and accepted them again as Socucius stamped them with his seal.

"Show your papers to the Captain when you exit to get your release fee." I walked out of the main office and closed the door behind me. I held the papers in my hand and, for a moment, I felt like tearing the scroll to pieces. I crossed into the side room and looked at the table. Wow, how long has that guy been waiting for his dagger? I thought as I noticed that Hrisskar's dagger was stabbed into the table, pinning a note to him in place. There was also the lockpick, which I grabbed instantly, setting down my release papers as I turned to open the small chest which held a small amount of gold.

I couldn't find it. I tore apart the shelves as much as I could and didn't find anything. I didn't hear the guard from the main office draw near to see what the commotion was about until he cleared his throat behind me. "What do you think you're doing, criminal?"

I spun around and reached for the dagger but the guard knocked my hand away. "I'll ask again. What do you think you're doing?" I glared at him but didn't so much as open my mouth. For some reason, I no longer believed this to be a dream, but it was still Morrowind. I could do anything if I put my mind to it.

My mind! That was the answer! Even though I had no idea if it would work, I focused on creating a fireball. Nothing happened at first, but after a moment, flames appeared in my empty left hand. I watched the guard's eyes narrow right before I used a palm thrust to his face with my left hand, breaking his nose and burning his face. Pivoting, my foot caught his chin before I completed the combo with a low kick to the groin.

With the guard stunned and falling backwards, I grabbed his sword, pulling it from its sheath as I also picked up the dagger and a nearby sack. I tossed the sword, dagger, and lockpick inside, not bothering to empty it first. Snatching up my release papers and rushed out pausing only to see if Fargoth's ring of healing was in the barrel outside the building I would find Sellus Gravius. Quickly, I grabbed the tiny ring and slipped it onto my finger. Still in a hurry, I opened the door leading to Sellus Gravius.

"Here are my papers. I'll take my orders and Caius' package." I said, passing over the scroll and accepting the coded message in haste. "Thanks, farewell." I muttered quickly, going outside as fast as I could. Without further adieu, I ran out of Seyda Neen knowing that I would be arrested as soon as word of my actions spread. To survive now, I needed help… I needed the Thieves Guild. I also could use the help of the Morag Tong…