Walking the Written World - Ch 1
Dragon born, Dovahkiin, Dragon-Kind-Hunter-Born, this is a title worn by warlords and emperors throughout the eras, To some the dragon born is a Cyrillic title given to the emperor of the septim dynasty, a symbol of humanity untied as one, the heart and soul of the empire. To the Nords the dragon born is the Hero of legend, slayer of dragons, Shouter of words, and hero to mankind, Tiber septim was the last known dragon born, and he ascended to godhood as talos of altmora, To Dragons the dovahkiin is death, so with the different opinions on what a dragon born would be like one would have to wonder which is the correct vision ?
A Nordic hero Standing tall ?, A natural born leader ready to save the day ?, well not quite. You see im no nord, Nor am i a "leader" per se, but i think i should start at the beginning.
In the land of High rock, near the illiac bay lies a small noble home of Kingston, Now the kingston family comprises minor merchant lord and landed knights, who had their fingers in a lot of pies politically speaking, lots of minor deals keeping the family coffers afloat, trading grain and other such things around to keep the prestige of owning a manor, The patriarch of this family William Kingston II had a loving wife and three dutiful sons, His eldest Christopher was learning all he needs to about trade and politics, while Joseph the second son learnt the ways of the blade, and stood to squire for a local knight of decent renown, then the youngest of the family Castain was left with not much responsibility, a spare of a spare has no real use of learning much, however he adored his family and their relative wealth meant he could indulge in his own pastime of reading, and so young Cas read every book he could get his hands on, as soon as he could after breaking his fast he would be reading tome after tome, his father eventually hired a magical tutor to teach him a spell to summon a tiny mote of light just, so he wouldn't spend a fortune on candles!. It was then that Cas grew a fondness for the clever craft and would read and dream of great magical feats, wishing that he could learn more.
And so on his 16th name day did Castain pleaded with his father to let him go on a journey to way rest, to learn at their great library, to work as an assistant and hopefully learn more about the arcane arts, and his father whose hair was already turning grey with age, and admittedly a little stress, relent, sending him off with a guard and sack of septims for him to be on his way, Cas spent five years in way rest learning all the lore he can, and through his own research found he had a natural gift for the alteration and illusion arts, which was useful given the unfortunate hostility of some rather Aggressive groups of people. Finally, Castain decided to go on an even greater journey to the land his study's spoke of, Sky rim where history itself was happening, where ancient arts where being revived and a war right out of a story was being held, Little did Cas know that by going on this journey he was going to change his life forever. As a misunderstanding by the border resulted in his head being smashed in, and as he fell to the ground, he heard a mad mans laughter and a drunken groan before it all went black.