ACT I: THE DRAGONS SPEAK IN TONGUES
When the world is wrought with peril and danger, a hero appears. This is the tale told throughout the generations across Skyrim. Centuries ago, the Blades protected and served the one they call Dragonborn. Many would fall at his feet in death, if only to give him another day to slay the evil plaguing the land. But unlike the members of the Blades, the Dovahkiin is thought to be no mere mortal. It would depend on who was telling the tale.
Some believe the Dragonborn is a gift from the Akatosh himself. Others, believe it is the balance of the world that brings the Dragonborn into being. Great Empires were formed in the belief that Dragonborn was a hereditary title. None have been true so far.
How could these beliefs, that one so valiant and ready to defend the land, be true when the one who wields it wishes such destruction? Now that their eyes have been opened, most Nords believe the Dragonborn is merely a fluke. Just a wrinkle in time that leads one to have the soul and blood of a dragon.
It has no control of how one would use such power and strength. Certainly, no one would have thought Dovahkiin was resting in a coffin for centuries and living under the guise as Sithis' mouthpiece.
But this story, for now, is not about Sithis. This is about Dovahkiin and her plight. Her journey across Skyrim to rid the land of the worst evil this world has seen. We cannot control who the Dragonborn is, but only witness her in her quest.
The carriage shakes while they ascend the frozen pass. Up above, there is hope for another Word Wall to gain power from. The Dragonborn peers over the edge, her sharp eyes assess the land and inhabitants. Tools for her making. Her followers sit like good children awaiting their mother's command. The jester is the most vigilant, keeping an eye out for any and all danger that might come about them.
Dovahkiin is almost there. Almost to another Word Wall, but little does she know that power can be fickle and elusive. It can be a challenge to hold onto those great heights once one has ascended. It is always a great fight against those above and below who want to knock someone from that pedestal. But she has more than earned her place. Centuries of wait just for this moment in time.
If they knew of her true story, kept locked in a coffin for centuries awaiting this day, the Nords just might look upon her name with a new sense of fondness.
A/N: Introduction: Hey everyone! Thought I would add a little introduction for this finale. And yes, this is going to be the finale for the Storm of Skyrim series! At least for what I have planned so far. Things can always change, but this is going to be the final part of this story arc. That means we have a lot to cram in. As of right now this is probably going to be the longest story of the six.
The other thing is, I haven't finished writing the whole thing yet, so I plan on posting two chapters per week: one on Sundays and one on Wednesdays. This is so I don't catch up and have to write/edit the week of. Plus, it allows each chapter to get its own time in the light. Since I will be switching perspectives, I've written each chapter to be longer and more in depth.
Speaking of, there will be three (maybe more) narrators for this one! I'm going to alternate between each chapter. My intention is to show the sequence of events from multiple points of view since it doesn't just affect Eve anymore. Now it's everyone.
Edit 11/4/21: Cover is up now!