A.N.: Random story idea.

Skyrim.

A cold and dangerous place. The Nord who call it their home are stern and proud.

But skyrim, just like its inhabitants, has more to it then the cold mountains and dangerous wildlife. It has beauty unique to this place alone. From the beautiful display of light you can see almost every night in the sky, to the hot springs that you can find across the country.

Skyrim is the pride of its people, the proud motherland of the Nord. Yet it is also known for the heroes and villains it brought forth.

Potema, the Wolf Queen.

Ysgramor, of the fife hundred Companions

Pelagius, the mad emperor.

Olaf One Eye, slayer of Numinex.

And more, each legend bigger than the other.

But there is one who came centuries after the others that would surpass them all. The one who would once again unite the continent of Tamriel under one banner. A slayer of mortals and immortals. The one who will be the bridge between the divine and their mortal followers.

He who bears the title of Ysmir, the dragon of the north.

He who would slay Alduin, the oldest son of Akatosh.

He who would defeat the vampires of the Volkihar Clan.

A Warrior and a Scholar.

Companion and Mage.

Soldier and Emperor.

He who was known as the last Dragonborn. His journey brought him face to face with the strongest dragonborn to exist: Miraak.

Even in the face of such an impossible opponent, he prevailed. His duty to protect the world as his diving force, he would match Miraak spell for spell, shout for shout until he lands the finishing blow after a day long battle.

His story spread across Tamriel and caused a single hope across the Empire.

A hero of dragonblood, like the emperors past. A worthy heir to the throne, one who isn't under the Talmors thump.

This though spread silently across the Empire while the Dragonborn himself was unifying Skyrim once more after the bloody civil war, leading it to a victory for the Empire.

Soon the campaign to unify the Continent began and a long and bloody war ignited. A war that ended after two decades. At this point the people started to realise something.

Their leader. Their Emperor. Their Dragonborn wad not aging.

The people started speculating until a single priest of Akatosh delivered a revelation his god delivered to him to the Dragonborn.

Akatosh said:

"My son, you who shares my blood. You who bears my power shall be like your brothers, immortal and undying. Time shall not affect you and you shall watch over the mortal world, for you are its guardian."

So the Dragonborn took up the duty to protect the mortal races. At first he lead them to peace as their ruler and, once his rule passed a hundred years, he appointed another worthy soul, a young girl he raised as his own daughter even if they don't share blood, as the new Empress. The Dragonborn established lasting peace and returned to his homeland, Skyrim.

He joined his old mentor Paarthurnax on the highest mountain of Skyrim, the throat of the world. He took all his possesions with him, stored in a pocket dimension of his own creation only accessable by him. Once he arrived he resumed his study of magic and the Way of the Voice and how to improve the power of his shouts.

He continued doing so for Centuries, always watching over the world below.

And after all those years in isolation, he received a visit.

Throat of the world

Here he meditated among his brothers, the dragons that survived his hunt for Alduin. They all swore allegiance to him after the death of the eldest, aiding him in his rise to the throne and crushing the Aldmeri Dominion under their might.

He welcomed their presence. The only constant company in his life, they don't die, just like himself. It is rare for all of them to be gathered here, but the circumstances are unique.

Akatosh called them.

So here they waited for their father to speak to them. A rare event on its own.

Suddenly the sunlight grew stronger, from small rays to blinding beams of light, all of them concentrated on a single spot in the middle of the gathered brothers, right in front of the only human.

All eyes were on the new divine figure that appeared in their middle once the light dimmed. A tall man, roughly two meters in height, with golden blond hair and a youthful yet fatherly face. His golden slitted eyes swept across his sons, his golden robe rustling at his movement. He had two black horns growing out of his head and a slight glow to him. But the most notable of his traits was that he was slightly see through.

"My sons, it is good to see you in person." greeted his soft, yet powerful, voice. "I am happy that you all gathered here, for I have an important announcement for you. Especially you Dovahkiin."

His voice Was silent, yet it echoed across the top of the mountain and into the ears of the dragons present. None of them spoke up, it was already agreed that the strongest among them holds the sole right to talk to the god that created their souls.

" Father, we are honored that you would seek to contact us. Please allow me to ask what caused you to take this action?" The youngest son of Akatosh asked his father as respectfully as he could. His father smiled at that, a proud smile like only a father could give.

" At ease son, you are my children there is no need to be overly respective to me. I simply wish to offer all of you something that I was informed of recently." came the god's soft reply. This information caught the interest of his children. Was their father offering them a reward for fulfilling the task given to the Dragonborn? What would that reward look like?

They were pulled out of their thoughts when their father continued to explain. "My sons, I give you the offer to join me in my realm. To fly the skies of Aetherius and truly join the ranks of the gods." the gathered dragons could not believe what they heard. Join their father in the divine realm? It sounded to good to be true, for all but the Dragonborn that is. He could already tell that his father was mostly talking to his brothers. Now to find out why.

"Father," he began slowly, "will I be included in this offer or do you have another task for me?" his voice became hopeful at the end. As much as Dovahkiin respects his father, he had no plan of leaving the world behind in case he is needed once more. He wishes for a new task, a new adventure.

Akatosh's smile softened a bit more."Do not worry son, while I do not have a task for you I do have a place you would love to go. One where you shall be called upon if the mortals need you, one where you will meet countless heroes like yourself." The Dragonborn listened intently to his divine parent, this place he described sounded like Sovngarde, a place where heroes gather for endless feasts and celebration in honor of the life they led. A Land of the honored dead.

Yet, the part where the god said that he would be called upon if the mortals needed him was an indicator that this was not Sovngarde. Only someone with the right shout could call upon the heroes of old. A shout only the last Dragonborn could use now.

"My son, you are powerful. If it was not for your mortals body, you could be as powerful as a god. The moment you die is the moment you attain godhood and I know you, you would not want to be part of the divines because you could not directly aid the people yourself." his father was right, he still thought the protection of the mortal races his duty."No you will not join us in Aetherius, your reward is that your wish shall be granted. There is a place where heroes go that left their mark in history. Normally only heroes of another world get to reside there, but the divines decided to help you reach it. As soon as you reach it, your mortal body will be left behind and you will ascend beyond your current existence and limitations. You will also be called upon if you are needed. "

A place beyond this world. And one connected to another one as well. This sounds exiting, something just for him. "Father, what is this place called?"

Akatosh smiled at his son knowingly and answered.

"I knew you would like the Sound of this place, my son." he said while smiling, pleased with his childs curiosity . "It is called..."

"The Throne of Heroes"

A.N.: Just an idea I had, about how the Dragonborn could enter the Throne of Heroes.It's a one shot, but I will do more if the Inspiration hits me.So, bye.