Regardless of what we may believe, once our paths cross with another, our lives will never be the same. Whether it depended on a simple collision, or a friendly greeting, the people we meet will leave a valuable imprint within our memory. One could only think of such things while enjoying the comfortable ride within a Silt Strider, coming to terms that once two people create a bond of friendship..

They are destined to meet again... someday..

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(Flashback)

"Are you sure about this Cauis?"

The spymaster gave a chuckle, his used to be apprentice standing before him with uncertainty.

"Yes..you've proven yourself to be a valuable asset to the blades, and have the right to call yourself the true incarnate Noveos..I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you..but..it seems as if i'm not ready.." His right hand clenched into a fist. "I don't want to fail."

"And you won't, now is the time that we must part ways. I've been recalled to Cyrodiil, it seems as if an unfortune issue has fallen upon the emperor." Cauis eyes were laced with worry as he continued. "One can only hope it doesn't get too out of hand."

"I see.." the Dark Elf mused, his left hand grazing over his right ebony armguard.

Cauis made his way to the door, bag in hand and fully suited for the tough journey ahead.

"Be careful Noveos, you're probably the last hope for Morrowind. I've left the house and certain clothing enchantments within your possesion, be sure to use them well." his hand went for the handle until Noveos spoke.

"If I make it out alive through this prophecy, i'll be sure to visit you and your family. That's a promise." his youthful voice caused the older man to smile

"I would like that..if you stay away from my daughter." he replied half jokingly, causing the Dark Elf to chuckle.

Withaslightly suprised remark, he held up his hands in defense."If she's prettier than the photo you have of her, I can't make any promises."

"Teenagers and their hormones.."

"What can I say...she's quite the cutie."

"I'm going to leave now, before I jeprodize the safety of Morrowind as we know it."

The Dark Elf gave an approving nod."Sounds good, take care Cauis."

With a friendly hug and a handshake, the two friends departed ways, both seeking to fufill their task.

(4 months later...)

His inspiration on fufilling the task of destiny was halted for a moment. After managing to escape from Death's grasp, Noveos quickly killed an unknown assassin who was trying to peform his job. With this mind boggling event unfolded before his very eyes, he decided to put his main quest on hold to figure out who or what wanted him dead. His investigation led him to the capital of Morrowind, Mournhold, to find out more information on the band of assassins known as The Dark Brotherhood. From there, lied the path of deception, bloodsheed, and sheer sadness as the events continued to become worse. He could still hear the words from the corrupted goddess Almalexia.

"Do you think you can win against a God! Stand by my side and we could rule!" Her voice laced with desire, as she unseathed her legendary scimitar, Hopesfire.

With his hand clenched around the hilt, Noveos unsheathed the very sword the Nerevarine used so long ago in the epic battle against good and evil, Trueflame."I know I can, you're nothing but an obstacle in my way. I have a land to save, and no one will stand in my way of fufilling that task!"

Almalexia snorted has she swung her sword, Noveos catching it with his own.

"Very well, let's see if you possess the skill only a god can conceive."

That was one of the few battles that made him scared, but it was not one that would be his death. With the corrupted Goddess slain, he returned back to the lands of Morrowind to complete his goal...

With Trueflame and Hopesfire as his arsenal..

(5 months later..)

The firey pits of Red Mountain brew with ferocity, as a legendary battle had just ended. Dagoth Ur, the so called God filled with madness, was responsible for the atrocious blight that had spread across the lands of Morrowind. But now, that terror was over. With the strength that dwelled inside his heart, and the wisdom that was acheived by the aid of a God, Noveos Sparda had landed the finishing blow to Dagoth Ur, sending him to the firely pits below inside the dark cave of oblivion.

With a few blows from Sunder...

And a couple quick strikes with Keening..

The prophecy had been fufilled, and the land of Morrowind was restored to what it once was.

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(The Present)

Blood seeped throught the numerous wounds that had graved into his body, yet, he felt light as a feather. Step by step, he limped to the entrance door, his strengthdecreasing by the second. He fell on all fours in one fell swoop, his hands clutching the gritty dirt beneath him.

"Is it going to end like this? My life ending right here before I have the chance to see the clear blue skies of Morrowind? Haha..how dissapointing." Even though he laughed at this moment, his heart could not be fooled as tears escaped his eyes, splashing against the ground only to be absorbed. His eyes felt heavy as he lost the support of his arms, waiting for his face to hit the dirt.

But it never came...

The sweet scent of flowers entered his nose, as a gentle hand clasped against his face causing his wounds to heal.

"You have fufilled your destiny that was enscribed within the prophecy, by your ongoing strength, knowledge, and courage, you have destroyed the growing threat of Dagoth Ur, and eradicated the blight that plagued our lands. Nerevarine Incarnate, Champion of Morrowind, I thank you.." The daedra Goddess Azura smiled kindly at him, her soothing voice never leaving his soul.

"Is this...where my journey ends?" he asked, somewhat sad about the ordeal.

Her smile never faded as she replied. "No, your own prophecy may have been fufilled, but your part in making the lands of Tamriel safe are far from over."

"What do you mean?" The Dark Elf brushed a strand of his crimson hair with his healed hand.

Shockingly, the kind smile dissapeared off the goddess' face as she spoke.

"The city Cyrodiil is not safe, for the times of darkness will soon consume the land. The emperor is living the last of his days, and only a few heirs to the throne remain alive, while the others have been slain."

"What! How could this happen?" His red eyes were widened in shock, still trying to take in this information.

"I'm not sure, even Lord Vivec seems to be puzzled by this occurence, and this is where your role will be put into play."

Noveos head perked up at the statement. "Care to explain."

"I want you to go to Cyrodiil in one year, find out anything you can about the murders of the heirs or any of the surviving ones left. If by chance you meet others with the same intentions, become a group to increase your chances."

The Dark Elf seemed confused with the time period. "Why wait one year?"

"By my gift for telling the future, nothing of great importance will happen within that time. This may give you a break to hone your skills and speechcraft. This isn't going to be easy like Dagoth Ur, Noveos."

"Who said he was easy? Besides, I barely survived against a goddess, i'm in no way becomming overconfident."

"Haha..you are Nerevarine Incarnate, you should have confidence in that title alone at least." she replied, her kind smile returning

"Very well, I will go to Cyrodiil in one year and find out anything I can."

"Thank you, may the gods bless you with wisdom, strength, and courage." As she spoke, her form dispersed into sparkles and sailed above through the cave ceiling, leaving Noveos with a new task at hand.