I have decided to write a second chapter thanks to the support I have been given. There is a lot of characters in Skyrim so I have decided to allow people to suggest characters and quests to me and if enough people suggest it and I get enough characters I could take the story into other parts of Tamriel. Please review.

Dragonborn

"Wait and you sure that it was Gelebor's daughter, Finna Snow Shod?" Asked Vithur a pale Elf who sat on a throne inside a magnificent building that could put even some of the Dwarven structures to shame. At least when in its prime.

"Yes sir I saw it myself. Gelebor was about to be killed when she came running down from where she must have been hiding. She paused where we were standing near the first dragan and charged up her ice bolt. That is when the dragon behind her caught fire and began burning. As she released the bolt a fiery energy from the dragon surrounded her and we heard Gelebor shout 'Dragonborn.' When she walked over to the other dragon to tend to her father the same thing happened to the other dragon."

"Hmm. Ask for Gelebor to visit me tomorrow. And ask him to bring his child." The dragonborn. This could be perfect but for the fact that no Mer on tamriel besides the High Elves of the Thalmor dominion even knew unBetrayed Falmer still lived. She would then also going to be branded the dragonborn on top of being one of the extinct race of Elves that had caused the Night of Tears. Poor child this was an unfair burden to place on her shoulders. If only the Elves had trained in the way of the Voice then this could be much easier.

To a normal mer she would seem barely past the age of fourteen even though only a few were anywhere near as old. Snow Elves were the only race besides Vampires that had no recorded natural deaths. Consequently they aged very slowly. What a fate to have. Auriel certainly must enjoy playing with their lives.

Finna was sitting in her room trying to understand what her father had just tried to explain to her. She absorbed the soul of a dragon. Those creatures were so majestic. She had watched them fly through the air a long time ago and she hated the fact that she was the one who had felled one and destroyed them both. Now she had three titles dragonborn, namesake of the murderer of the Snow prince, and freak. She was one of the few Snow Elves in existence who could gain access to the deep magic, something that Auriel himself had gifted their race with. Usually only adults could gain access to that power but she was very young for her kind and yet she had been one of the only few to ever naturally have the deep magic without first going through the extreme rigors of a spiritual journey and usually they did not end up getting the deep magic.

In just fifty years she would be considered old enough to receive the special armor and weapons that only those who were blessed as she had been were given. A spear crafted by the divines themselves, and armour similar to hers but blessed by Auriel. These were going to be the longest fifty years of her life.

Faeron . . . Graa graa hur . . . where am I? . . Grrraa! . . My head. My eyes! What is wrong with them?! . . GRRRR! . . Wait there is light just not any shapes or color. . ? Like when he closed his eyes! His eyes were closed and he could not open them. But why? . . Dgryyyy herfrr . . . was he still dreaming? Was that nightmare going to lift? "Hrelp Me Grelebot" He blacked out again into the nightmare.

"Gelebor." said a Snow Elf guard.

"Yes? Did Vithur finally decide to summon me?"

"He wants to see you sometime tomorrow, but there is something else that I need to tell you."

"What? Is it something about Finna being dragonborn? I feel like nobody will leave her alone about this."

"No really it is one of the Betrayed."

Gelebor snapped to full alertness "What did you say?!"

"A Betrayed has just yelled out your name."

"Finna!" uncle Vithur called, "Finna where are you!" She and her uncle had been training but as always it had turned into a sort of game. She had been practicing an invisibility spell but she had decided to simultaneously use a muffle spell and sneak away. Vithur was strong in the ways of the deep magic so he soon realised that she was not there listening to his lecture. He stopped talking and decided two can play at this game and he began to search for her.

"What?!" The paladin shouted.

"It screamed your name after thrashing about a bit and scratching its eye sockets. After that it began acting more like normal but a little more fearful and aggressive."

Gelebor simply smiled and shouted "Hurrah!"

The guard was taken aback by his vehement display of joy and took several steps backwards. "Are you alright sir?!"

"Our brothers are returning!"

This is happening fifty years before Helgen and yes Finna is barely fourteen from a humans point of view. At the end of these fifty years she will be roughly equal to sixteen and receive the honors of her station. Next update might not come as soon as this one did because I have a different story that I have been avoiding but I need to get back to. Any Questions you better review.