Okay so this chapter is reletively short but will have major significance to the plot. Also if you're wondering to what The Dragonborn is wearing look up Konahrik's Accoutments mod for skyrim. It looks awesome. I'm unsure whether or not I'll do any POV's for the other characters, let me know in the reviews if you want me to.

Enjoy.

The Dragonborn awoke berating himself for not getting a good night's sleep. It was then he noticed the small and somewhat scaly weight that was resting on his lap. The hatchling nuzzled him in the underside of his chin. He scratched the back of the dragons head and it promptly tilted its head back and toppled on to its back cooing in delight as he made scratch its belly. The Dragonborn chuckled at the absurdity of his predicament. Here he was with a creature that he had slain countless of, including the first, shouted them down from above and had their souls bouncing around inside of him. Here he was scratching and petting a dragon as if it was a common house puppy, albeit one that was currently no bigger than a snow fox. A slight tingling on his palm brought his attention to a circular scar that glowed with a faint silvery light.

"It seems you two have taken a liking to one another." The voice snapped him from his reverie as he stood up, alarmed that someone had managed to sneak up on him. Standing before him was a powerfully built man with a thick grey hair and an equally thick beard running down to his chest. He wore simple white robes like a monk and around his neck he wore a heavy iron chain with a wooden and unornamented hourglass hanging from one of the links. His feet were bare and his face bore a mask of serenity and compassion. His eyes were the most striking of his features. They glowed with a warm golden light and yet they held great sorrow as if they had witnessed the passing of eons. The Dragonborn was stunned. He had seen this man rendered in statues in temples, cities and holy places across Tamriel. His dragon soul stood humbled before his father.

"B-but you're an aedra," he managed to splutter before sinking to his knees in reverence to Akatosh the god of time, invincibility, everlasting legitimacy and the father of dragons. "how is it possible for you to be here."

"And dragons produce no offspring and only have two hind legs." Akatosh said, his lips stretching into a small smile "Who alone has the power to change their very nature?"

"This is your realm." The realisation dawned on The Dragonborn like a hammer blow "But why then do you need me?"

"Aedra do not typically intervene directly in events, an exception being the Oblivion Crisis," Akatosh explained in a patient manner. "If I were to constantly overcome their problems on their behalf the mortal races will become dependent upon me and thus sacrifice their own freedom. But when a crisis does occur I do not sit idle and that is why I have brought you here and have bonded you with a dragon."

"Bonded?" The Dragonborn wondered what his father was saying.

"You are now known to this land as a Dragon Rider. Granting you great power but it will also put you in great danger."

"Like that man chasing after the elf last night?" Curious to see if this was the threat that he was brought to face.

"That was a Shade, a mortal possessed by daemonic spirits, called Durza." Akatosh clarified "But he is only symptom, a puppet in the service of the real threat to my children and this land, as you will later come to understand."

"Then what would you have of me?" He said rather stiffly. Once again he was being thrown in by some divine power to face some great threat like Alduin, Harkon and Miraak. He hated the sense of not being able to control his own destiny. It made him feel like a puppet with fate pulling the strings. Such thoughts never sat well with his dragon soul. And he always left so much death in his wake. When he thought about it his armies probably remained loyal to him out of fear of what he'd do to them if they did not. Even if he was to be the puppet of fate he wanted to be remembered for something other than deeds of carnage and mayhem.

"What would you have of me?" his father replied with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I know the workings of your mind better than most and have watched over you since my first-born unwittingly saved your life."

"What do you mean?"

"I have had you perform services for myself Tamriel and now here and it is possible that I shall ask more in the future" he lay a gentle hand on The Dragonborn's "I believe it's high time you got something in return. Ask and I shall provide if I can."

It took some time for The Dragonborn to process the weight of his father's offer. He could effectively ask for anything he wanted and he'd receive it. But what did he want? He thought about Serana but decided against asking his father to bring her to him, she did not need him to ruin her life all over again. He wasn't entirely sure he even wanted to go back to Tamriel, not after everything he'd done. He thought about this new world and the dragon that was curled up on his shoulder. Then he realised. This was a new world where no one had heard or knew of him, this was a second chance. A second chance to forge a legacy worthy of song and legend. He smiled as he decided what he wanted.

"I want you to make another dragonborn in Tamriel and then I want you to send them to me for training," Akatosh raised an eyebrow and his son clarified "I may be remembered for deeds of violence back home but here I can start a new and forge a different path."

"Your request is an unusual one." He stroked his beard in thought "any of your other predecessors in your current position would have either asked for power or would have asked about what happened after they left but you are different from the others."

"How so?"

Saint Alessia sacrificed herself for the sake of all Tamriel, freed humanity from an existence of slavery and ensured that Mundus would remain safe from the predations of Oblivion, she was my greatest achievement with the dragonblood." Slowly he paced around putting his hands behind his back. "Miraak on the hand was my worst achievement. When you fought him you witnessed how far a dragonborn can fall, he willingly embraced the power of Oblivion and given time he would have sought to subjugate all of Tamriel." He then turned to stare directly at The Dragonborn, his gaze feeling as if it peered into his very soul despite wearing Konahrik. "You however have gone through both extremes of what is considered to be good and evil and have emerged on the other side having gained a new and unique perspective on life that very few possess. You are my proudest achievement."

The Dragonborn did not know what to say. To think that he had been likened to both Alessia and Miraak at the same time was bizarre but to be called the proudest achievement of a god by none other than said god left him speechless. Thus he remained silent trying his best to keep his composure as a maelstrom of emotions raged within him. Akatosh however was not finished.

"Alessia would not ask for another dragonborn because of how dangerous they can be as you well know. Miraak would not want a rival to his power but you are different." The dragon-god smiled lovingly "I shall do what I can."

"Thank you" The Dragonborn breathed after an audible silence.

"In the mean time I shall use the manner that is most effective" his father turned away and began to walk softly on his bare feet.

"Which is?" The Dragonborn called after him.

"To simply allow you to do as you see fit." Akatosh chuckled as if there was some unseen joke. "Welcome my son, to Alagaësia."

The finally sun finally rose above the horizon and The Dragonborn was momentarily blinded. He blinked and Akatosh was gone. He stood there staring in wonder at the new found beauty of this particular sunrise. He did not ask his father for more information on Alagaësia for he would undoubtedly learn it himself. He did not question why n evil such as Durza walked the land, greedy mortals were certainly the cause. The dragon leapt of his shoulder and looked up at him expectantly urging him to do something. He removed his mask and smiled warmly at the beast.

"Let's go then."

He packed his things and headed off towards the Spine Mountains and Palancar Valley to the west. The dragon loping beside him as he walked.

Ooh this can only mean new character who's POV shall be in the next chapter. TA TA!