Prologue
Who knows what the Divines will.
They are all knowing, all powerful and utterly unknowable.
We mortals don't know what they will. Perhaps we never will.
Are they like people, and make things up as they happen?
Or did they all sit down at the beginning of time and decree the life of each man, women, mer, and beast.
At this time did they will a baby to be born with the name Damian Septim? Did they will he would be born from an Imperial father, from Cyrodill, and Nord mother from Skyrim who he would never know? And did they decree that this boy would grow up with olive skin, dark blue eyes as deep as the sea, and moon silvery hair that would fall past his ears? Did they make it so that this handsome boy would grow up in neither the harsh cold of Skyrim, or the loud city of Cyrodill, but the golden sands and lush green wilderness of Elsweyr? Did they shape it so he would learn how to fight, sneak, and cast spells to stay alive in a city of thieves? Would they make it so that he would have a great power locked in his blood?
And would the divines in the sky, make it so when he found this power, he would save all the world from an enemy he was born to destroy?
Like I said, who know what the gods think? But all I know is that my life changed drastically on a day I thought I would certainly die.
My story begins with bound hands.