Chapter 6: Nord with a Destiny

"So, are we getting to the part where you found out you were the Dragonborn?"

"Indeed we are, Torygg. I returned to Dragonsreach to give Farengar the Dragonstone and then Irileth came in talking about a dragon nearby. At the same exact time as I was receiving the call, Errick and Scarlai had found themselves in Riften and ready to follow along their paths."

"I still don't understand why you would entrust your life to a thief and an assassin." Ronan spoke. "One tried to steal your money and the other your life."

"What you need to understand is that they were good people with bad intentions. Errick may have been a bastard, but he showed that not only did he have feelings but that he could care about other people's feelings. Although that was only towards his particular companion, who I shall get to later. Scarlai himself had actually been a hero before under a different name when he was twenty-six years old. But after he stepped out of the spotlight, he slowly turned to a darker path of lust, love, and vengeance. And his journey has been full of pain, both from his enemies, and himself. But I'm trying to follow the story of our journey together, and not just his journey alone."

The sun was beginning to set over Dragonsreach as Zacharius made it to the top of the steps. When he had made it back to Whiterun, he had traded his iron sword for a steel ingot at Warmaiden's, and he sharpened the steel sword he aquired on his hike up to Bleak Falls Barrow. Afterwards, he had pulled out the shield he took from the draugr at the wall and improved that with the use of a corundum ingot. His uncle had taught him how to smith things; how to craft and improve weapons and armor. His youngest brother, Xaverius, also possessed the knowledge, and he took over their uncle's shop when he was eighteen. Their middle brother, Treyvar, was more of a spellcaster and enchanter, and so he had travelled to meet with court wizards to increase his talents. With the Mages Guild disbanded, it was the only way he could learn.

Zacharius himself didn't learn as much, but he wanted to learn more eventually. Perhaps he could head to the College of Winterhold Farengar had mentioned and take a few classes when this prophecy his grandfather gave him was over. After all, he just had to travel all across Skyrim to find a Nord with a destiny, a Breton with a fire in her soul (which he found), an Imperial with a lot of luck (which he thought he found, but is unsure for the moment), an Altmer with a gift, and a Dunmer with a dark secret. And all the while he had to watch out for dragons, wild animals, Legion troops, bandits, and most especially Thalmor.

No pressure on my shoulders or anything, grandfather. Zacharius thought to himself as he had entered Dragonsreach. The Dragonstone was in his hands now, but damn was it still heavy. Now Zacharius was wishing he had worked a bit more on his upper body strength before heading to Skyrim.

Just another thing on his to-do list.

"You see?" Farengar spoke to an unknown person as Zacharius approached his office. "The terminology is clearly first era or even earlier, probably dating to after the Dragon War. I'm convinced this is a copy of a much older text. If so, I can use this to cross-reference to other later texts."

"Good." A woman's voice spoke as Zacharius turned around the corner with the Dragonstone in hand. "I'm glad you're making progress. My employers are anxious to find tangible answers."

"Oh, have no fear. The Jarl himself has taken an interest in this, so I'm now able to devote all of my time to this research."

"Time is running, Farengar. Don't forget. This isn't a theoretical question. Dragons have come back."

"Yes, yes, don't worry. Although the chance to see a dragon up close would be tremendously valuable."

"You have a visitor." The woman said casually, making Farengar snap his head towards Zacharius.

"Ah! The Jarl's protegé! Back from Bleak Falls Barrow. You didn't die, it seems."

"If I did, that damn necromancer that came along wouldn't send me to drop off the Dragonstone." Zacharius set it on the table gently.

"Seems you are a cut above the brutes the Jarl usually sends my way."

"So what's next?"

"That is where your work ends and mine begins: the work of the mind; sadly undervalued in Skyrim. My associate here will be pleased with your handiwork. She discovered its location by means she has declined to share with me." Farengar turned towards the woman. "So, it appears your information was correct after all. And we have our friend here to thank for it."

The woman looked at Zacharius. "You went into Bleak Falls Barrow and got that? Nice work."

"All in a day's work." Zacharius bowed. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Irileth running in.

"Farengar!" She yelled. "Farengar, you need to come at once! A dragon's been sited nearby." Irileth then pointed at Zacharius. "You should come, too."

"A dragon?!" Farengar seemed to be getting excited. "How exciting! Where was it seen? What was it doing?"

"I'd take this a bit more seriously if I were you. If a dragon were to attack Whiterun, I don't know if we can stop it."

"Dragons are tough, but they aren't invincible." Zacharius noted. "My ancestors managed to kill dragons, why can't we? Lead on, Housecarl." Irileth led the two Nords up the stairs to meet with Jarl Balgruuf and a Whiterun guard who appeared to be out of breath.

"So, Irileth tells me you came from the western watch tower?"

"Yes, my Lord." The guard spoke.

"Tell him what you told me." Irileth motioned. "About the dragon."

"Oh, that's right. We saw it coming from the south. It was fast. Faster than anything I have ever seen."

"What did it do?" Balgruuf asked. "Is it attacking the watchtower?"

"No, my Lord. It was just circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life. I thought it would come after me for sure."

"Good work, son. We'll take it from here. Head over to the barracks for some food and rest. You've earned it." He nodded towards the guard and the man began to walk away. Irileth walked forward and Balgruuf turned towards her. "Irileth, you'd better gather some guardsmen and get down there."

"I've already ordered my men to muster near the main gate."

"I should come along." Farengar blurted out. "I'd very much like to see this dragon."

"No." Balgruuf answered. "I can't risk both of you. I need you to come up with ways on how to defend the city from these dragons."

"As you command."

Balgruuf turned back to Irileth. "One last thing, Irileth. This isn't some 'death or glory' mission. I need to know what we're dealing with."

"Don't worry, my Lord." She bowed. "I am the very soul of caution."

"Good." Balgruuf looked to the iron-clad warrior that had walked into his halls earlier that day. "There's no time to stand on ceremony, my friend. I need your help again. I want you to go with Irileth to help fight this dragon. You survived Helgen, so you have more experience with dragons than everyone else here."

"My knowledge is not as great as I'd like it to be, but I will assist your forces." Zacharius bowed. "You have my services once again, my Lord."

"But I haven't forgotten the service you performed in retrieving the Dragonstone for Farengar." Balgruuf took something brown off of the table that held a map of Skyrim and brought it over to Zacharius. "Please, accept this gift from my personal armory."

Zacharius took the gift and found it to be a set of armor he had seen on one of the bandits he passed in Bleak Falls Barrow. But something felt special about this particular set. It was probably because of how a Jarl had granted it to him. The leather fabric and metal armor pieces looked like they were crafted by the greatest smith in all of Tamriel, and Zacharius could tell it would offer him both protection and mobility.

"Thank you." Zacharius bowed. "This is a wonderful gift. I will slip it on and meet with Irileth at the main gate."

"We leave in five minutes, Nord." Irileth noted. "Please do not take too long."

Zacharius nodded as he headed somewhere to change into his new armor.

As the carriage stopped in Riften, Errick jumped out of the cart and stretched his legs. The Dunmer he had traveled with stepped out cracking his knuckles. They sounded like he had grinded his fingerbones a lot, which put Errick under the impression that this particular elf was a fighter. Errick had also sworn he saw the man cast a lightning spell as they had passed a bear on the road. No, he actually saw the elf cast that spell, but pretended to ignore it because that damn hood of his made him look darker than a Daedric Lord.

Errick should know. He stole plenty from the Daedra.

Errick shook his head when he thought he heard a strange voice in his head and walked to the doorway with the Dunmer.

"Halt." The guard at the door spoke. "Before you head into Riften, you need to pay the visitor's tax."

"What in Oblivion is this 'tax' for?" The Dunmer sneered; his voice indicating that it was bullshit and he knew it.

Silly guards. Errick thought. Leave the scamming to the experts.

"For permission to enter the city. What does it matter?"

Errick saw that the Dunmer was ready to pull out his dangerous looking swords and start chopping off heads, but Errick immediately stepped up with his back-up plan.

"Excuse me, but do you not know who this is?"

"Uh, no."

"What?" Errick began to sputter. "Did she not inform you that her potential business partner from Valenwood was sending us to discuss opening a Black Briar Meadery up in Falinesti?!"

"But you're not Bosmer." The guard became confused.

"Nah, and you're not Dibella. The Bosmer aren't racist like you Nords, you jackass. So you've got two options right now. Either unlock that gate or our employer will send a letter back to Miss Black Briar about how she couldn't get our honey because one guard decided to be a racist asshole and scare away the two charged with making the biggest deal in Black-Briar history!"

"Shhh! Quit shouting! I'll unlock the door. Just give me a moment." The guard took the keys and opened the large wooden door. "There. You're free to enter the city."

"Thank ye, kind sir." Errick smiled as he walked in with the Dunmer.

"That was a very manipulative thing you did." The Dunmer spoke. "But you spared me the trouble of chopping his head off by wounding his pride."

"Like I always say, 'Stealing is an art. I'll steal your money, your house, your blades, and maybe your daughter's virginity.'"

"So you admit you're a thief."

"Only because you're a guy that looks like he's no friend of the guard. And don't worry, I won't steal from you. The last time I stole from an armed guy he threw a rock at my head for seven septims. Seven septims! He at least gave me the chance to walk away, but you look ready to drink the blood of your enemies... And perhaps a Black Briar mead."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it, thief. Watch your ass from here on out. Someone's always ready to put a knife in the backs of people like you and I." The Dunmer walked away, leaving Errick all alone.

"Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Creepy Dunmer." He mumbled, walking past a guy obviously glaring at him to talk to him. Errick wasn't going to deal with thugs in Riften right now. He didn't even know why the Thieves Guild would want to hide themselves in 'Skyrim's asshole' when Solitude had better places to admire the view. He ran his hand through his long brown hair, being careful as to not stick himself with the needle on his glove. It would be horrifying if he sank the needle into his head and release his special serum that made anyone befriend him and follow his commands. That would mean he'd be a slave and not a man.

"You obviously didn't work to get all that coin, lad." A Nord man spoke next to him at the market stalls they were at. Errick turned to face the middle-aged man, and the first thought that came to mind was: thief.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You obviously never worked an honest day in your life for all that coin you carry. It's in the way you act."

"Yeah, well it takes one to know one, buddy. I assume you need some help with something?"

The Nord smiled. "I do have an offer for you. I have a job that requires an extra set of hands. And in my line of work, extra hands are well paid."

"All right, who's the target?"

"I'm going to cause a distraction while you slip behind Madesi's stand and steal his silver ring. Then, I want you to slip it into Brand-Shei's pocket without being noticed. Simple as that."

"Interesting, but why Brand-Shei?"

"Let's just say our client has reasons to put him out of business. Permanently. He's been poking his nose in matters that aren't his and, in all honesty, we're doing him a favor by putting him in jail rather than killing him. Tell me when you're ready and we'll get started."

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this."

"Good. Now wait for me to start the distraction, then do your thing."

"With pleasure." Errick slipped the goggles down over his eyes and waited for the Nord to start his distraction.

"Everyone! Everyone! Gather 'round, please! I have something amazing that I want to show you that demands your attention!"

The Dunmer named Brand-Shei grumbled and moved around his stall to sit on the boxes next to it. "Come on, Brynjolf. What is it this time!"

"Patience, Brand-Shei. This is a rare opportunity and I wouldn't want you to miss it."

"That's what you said about the Wisp Essence," Madesi complained as he and the rest of the staff walked up to see Brynjolf. "and it turned out to be crushed nirnroot with water!"

Errick slowly drifted around until he reached the Argonian's stall. Pulling out a single lockpick from his glove, he examined the lock through his goggles. Not only was the lock very easy to pick, but it required maintenance in order to keep working. After the required 'click' was made, Errick pulled the door open and picked the slightly harder lock of the lockbox.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Errick heard Brynjolf yell, "I give to you Falmer Blood Elixer!"

Errick had to silently chuckle at that. The click of the lockbox ringed in his ears, and he opened it with deadly efficiency, emptying the entire lockbox into his hand.

"Oh, come on, Brynjolf." Brand-Shei complained. "Are you talking about the snow elves?"

Errick took out the obvious Argonian silver ring and slipped it on his own finger, placing the rest of the jewels and gold into his coin purse. Quickly pulling off a bag of decoy jewelry from his belt, he dumped it into the box and slipped away in a heartbeat; Madesi's station barely looking touched.

"The one and only! Mystical beings who lived in legend and masters of great magic. Imagine the power that coursed through their veins!"

As Brand-Shei continued to complain, Errick slipped the silver ring into the Dunmer's pocket, walking away acting like nothing had happened. Once Brynjolf was done making his sales pitch, the crowd walked away without buying a bottle. Errick, however, walked up to the stand and started to juggle a bottle of the stuff with ease.

"That was fun, but a little too easy for my tastes." Errick laughed, making the Nord smile. "Falmer's Blood, huh? Is it right next to your juices of unicorn horn?"

"Looks like I hired the right person for the job, lad." Brynjolf pulled a coin purse from his pocket and tossed it to Errick, who tossed the bottle back to Brynjolf. They both caught the objects thrown to them in sync. "With the way things have been going lately, I'm surprised our plan went without a hitch."

"Tough times with your organization, I take it?"

"Bah, my organization is having a run of bad luck. I suppose that's how it goes. But you did the job, and you did the job well. And best of all, there's more coin where that came from... If you think you can handle it."

"There's nothing I can't handle... Unless it involves killing giants, dragons, children, beautiful virgins, and most especially vampires and snakes. If it's stealing from the Emperor, I've done that at least twelve times in the past five years."

"Let's put that to the test, then. The group I represent makes their home in the Ratways, at the Ragged Flagon. Make it there in one piece, and we'll really see if you have what it takes."

"Wait, you guys still live in the crap tunnels full of shit and body odor?" Errick asked, but Brynjolf was already walking away. A moment later, a guard walked by him and pulled out his weapon at Brand-Shei.

"Turn out your pockets, Brand-shei."

"What in blazes are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid! I said turn out your pockets!"

"I'm telling you, I don-" Brand-Shei stopped and looked shock as he pulled out Madesi's silver ring from his back pocket. "Wait, this isn't mine!"

"That's right. It isn't. You're under arrest Brand-Shei."

"But I didn't-"

"Either walk to the dungeons, or I haul your lifeless body there. Your choice."

Errick laughed as he walked away in his attempt to locate the Ratway.

Within the Honorhall orphanage, Scarlai had crouched down to his knees like when he stalked deer in Skyrim's forests, and listened in on the old woman yelling at the orphans about how no one would adopt them. Pulling out a potion of brief invisibility, he drank the contents down and slipped the empty bottle back into his bag. The stuff always tasted nasty, but Scarlai had indeed survived worse. Tsaesci venom had ran through his veins when he was thirty, but because of his quick wit and strong will, he had resisted the painful poison long enough to find an anti-venom. The natives of Akavir were not to be trifled with, as he had learned from that fight against the Tsaesci that attempted to take his identity and head back to Tamriel as a spy.

He had a hard time remembering if his name had been Resh or Rosh.

Stepping around the children that were doing chores while moping about, Scarlai followed Grelod the Kind into her own room, closing the doors behind them. Grelod cocked her head back as if she had heard Scarlai's now visible form approach, but she was too late to stop him as he slammed her rib cage into her dresser corner, breaking her ribs. The woman's cries for help almost would've granted her aid had Scarlai not immediately moved a chair to the door with a telekenisis spell, keeping the children and her maidservant out of the room. Taking his left fist, he continued to slam his hand into the bruised area, forcing bits of her rib cage further into her body. When it was over, his hand was covered in the dead woman's blood, glowing red with raw power as it seeped into his skin. The door continued to slam but Scarlai waited patiently, pulling out another potion of brief invisibility as the chair fell. The bottle was emptied before the maidservant and the children found Grelod the Kind dead, and Scarlai moved around them all without a sound, smiling wickedly as the bloodlust had been temporarily fulfilled.

He finally remembered the name of the Tsaesci agent was Rosh as he exited Riften by sunset.

Back at the College of Winterhold, Stryger was entering the Arch-Mage's chamber. It had a large tree in the center and magelights filled the room. The Arch-Mage himself was sitting in a chair near the door, eating a loaf of bread as he read a book. His attire consisted of a robe with a poncho and hood that made Stryger's clothes look like they were mad out of sheets, and he was definitely sure it kept him warmer than Stryger's robes. Stryger cleared his throat and grabbed the mer's attention.

"Hmmm?" The Arch-Mage brought his head up.

"Hello. I was with Tolfdir's class at Saarthal and the old man and I discovered something within the ruins. It's... an orb of sorts. He thinks you should check it out."

"I assume he'll be willing to give me a better description than that?"

"Probably. He's had at least the thirty minutes I spent running up here to tell you that."

"Well since Tolfdir's not here to begin investigating, I shall leave that to you."

"You got it." Stryger was about to walk away when a thought crossed his mind. "Have you ever met someone of the Psijic order?"

The Arch-Mage looked at him. "Me? Not personally. One of their own used to advise the Arch-Mage when I was a student, but that was before they all vanished, along with the island of Artaeum over a hundred years ago."

"I just felt like asking. The topic came up while we had excavated the ruin." Stryger didn't want to tell him about the visions just yet, as he feared that word was going to spread throughout the College about their discovery like dragonfire. Heading back to the staircase, he went down the steps and into the library to see if he could learn more about this 'orb'.

As Zacharius stepped out of Dragons reach dressed in the new armor and prepared with his new gear, he never felt more at home in Skyrim than he did now. The studded armor had fit him perfectly, and his new weapons felt right in his possession. With no time to waste, he immediately headed down to meet up with Irileth and her forces. Along the way, however, he met with a familiar face coming out of the temple.

Akira had just prayed to Kynareth to ensure that the vampire curse did not fall upon her, and she felt more refreshed now than she did during her youth, before fate brought her to become a warrior. She caught sight of the man with the iron helmet and called to him.

"I see you got some new gear."

"Courtesy of the Jarl for assisting him in a small job. Had to fight more than a dozen draugr with a Breton spellsword that knew things about me. Not only that, but the man can speak dragon."

"So is he my replacement for 'Breton with a fire?'"

"Unless he can change genders, no." Zacharius laughed. "I'm actually heading out with the guard to face a dragon. Wanna come?"

"A dragon? Sounds like every Nord's dream. I did hear some strange noises to the west while riding back on my new girl, Allie, to Whiterun from some caves not far from the city, and she did jump a bit out of fear of something that wasn't nearby. I guess I can lend a hand real quick before heading back to Jorvaskr for my payment."

Zacharius extended his hand, which Akira shook. "Thank you, Akira. I'm sure this will be something your friends in Jorvaskr's halls will be glad to sing."

"If I die from this encounter, however, I'm coming back from Aetherius to haunt your ass until the end of time."

Zacharius chuckled. "I'll hold you to that." The two individuals walked down the hill where Irileth was finishing giving off a motivational speech about how they needed to fight the dragon for honor, duty, and glory. The men cheered as they mustered their courage and began to run out the gate with the housecarl.

"She's definitely good at giving motivational speeches." Akira nodded.

"Indeed she is." Zacharius agreed, running with his new friend to catch up. As the sun began to set over Whiterun, the group ran until they were able to see the structural damage to the Western Watchtower. There was fire and rubble around most of the place, and there wasn't any sign of a survivor so far.

"There's no sign of a dragon, but it sure looks like he's been here." Irileth warned as she pulled out her sword. "Fan out, and look for survivors."

Zacharius and Akira grabbed hold of their own weapons and began to search near the tower itself with Irileth while the rest of the guard began circling around the tower. When the three individuals reached the ruined walkway that led into the tower, Akira spotted a guard near the doorway.

"We have a survivor." She nodded towards the man, and Zacharius approached his kinsman, who began to wave his hands at him to stop.

"No!" The man yelled. "Get back! Hroki and Tor just got grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!"

"Guardsman, what happened?" Irileth commanded. "Where's this dragon?"

"I don't know."

A roar came across the mountains.

Akira looked up. "Is that-"

"Yes." Zacharius interrupted. "That was a dragon."

"Kynareth save us!" The surviving guardsman yelled. "Here he comes again!"

"Here he comes!" Irileth yelled, bringing up a lightning spell. "Find cover, and make every shot count!"

The dragon landed down and began to breath fire at the guard, who began to fling arrows into its face. The skin of the dragon was tougher, however, due to its scales. It flew back into the air after devouring a guard who got too close. Irileth shot bolts of lightning at it, but it did not affect it. As it went higher up, Akira began to run into the tower, catching Zacharius's eye.

"Where are you going?!" He yelled, following her.

"I've got an idea! We need to keep the dragon on the ground! Get ready for the dragon to drop!"

Zacharius watched as she jumped off of the tower and onto the dragon, slamming her iron battleaxe deep into the creature's back. The dragon roared at the sharp pain that ran through its back, and it attempted to throw Akira off. The Breton woman, however, had sunk her battleaxe in deep enough to stay secured. She pulled off the iron dagger on her belt and stabbed the thinner hide of the dragon's right wing, slicing down until the blade had cut part of it in half. The dragon roared in pain as it fell back down to the earth. Akira jumped off when she was close enough to the ground to survive.

"Kynareth can't help you now, dragon!" She yelled. Realizing her weapon of choice was still on the dragon, she picked up the warhammer of a fallen guard and began to swing at the dragon's head. It's jaws, however, grabbed hold of the weapon and swung Akira away. Akira landed on the ground with a large thud, and the dragon began to walk towards her with eyes full of pure rage.

Irileth threw a lightning bolt at the dragon to distract it from finishing Akira off, and it began to breath fire at the Dunmer. Irileth, however, immediately threw up a protective ward that shrugged the fire away from her and her men. It immediately began walking towards her until a dagger pierced its upper jaw.

Zacharius pulled his sword back out and banged on his shield to get the dragon's attention. "Face me, dragon! I stand for all of us!"

The dragon seemed to smile at Zacharius's challenge, and the Nord let out a mighty battle cry as he ran towards the beast. The dragon breathed its hottest flames at Zacharius, but he merely threw his shield up to the blast. Despite his shield getting hotter than a forge, it did not melt or burn Zacharius, and when he reached the dragon he hit it with the full force of his superheated shield. The dragon's face was burned by its own attack, and Zacharius let his sword cut through the burned area.

The dragon had lowered his head low enough for him to jump straight on top. When the dragon realized the Nord was on top of him, it struggled desperately to throw him off so he may finish him. Zacharius kept his balance, however, and continued to strike at its face and stab its head until its death cries were finally released.

"DOVAHKIIN! NO!" It spoke in its language before slumping down, dead. Zacharius jumped off of its head and sheathed his sword. He walked around the corpse of the beast and to Akira to give her a hand, but he didn't notice the corpse's flesh begin to disentigrate. Akira was already attempting to stand when he reached her, and his hand was stretched out just before the entire dragon's body was on fire.

"Are you okay?" Zacharius asked as Akira's eyes grew wider. Suddenly, Zacharius felt a rush of energy pulsing around him. Akira watched as a magical energy flowed from the dragon corpse and into the Nord that stood over her. He began to clench his fist and groan as the energy flowed into his very soul, making him nearly black out just like at Bleak Falls Barrow.

The word that echoed in his mind in the cavern reached his lips.

"FUS!" He yelled as a large wave of blue energy flew out of his mouth and into the air. Akira stared in bewilderment at what her new friend had just done. It looked like magic, but not like any kind of magic she had seen before. The guards who survived and Irileth looked in awe or confusion as well, and Zacharius himself wasn't sure of what he did, either. Extending his hand again, he pulled Akira up, who grunted a bit from the bruises that were no doubt forming under her armor.

The guards gathered around Zacharius, and it was awkwardly silent until one of them wearing a scaled helmet spoke.

"I can't believe it. You're... Dragonborn!"

Akira looked at Zacharius. "Looks like you found your Nord with a destiny, Zacharius."

Zacharius stayed quiet as the realization of what he was sank into his brain.

Dragonborn. The Nord with a destiny.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I managed to throw in all five characters and reveal Zacharius as the Dragonborn into one chapter. Awesome, right? So, anybody have any guess as to who Scarlai really is or what his dark secret is? Who's liking Errick more and more for his Deadpool/Tony Stark/Captain Jack Sparrow complex? Is Stryger cold? Any Akira fans out there loving how she clipped a dragon's wing?

I think I'm getting carried away.

Anyways, next chapter will introduce Lydia as Zacharius's housecarl and Errick will meet his match. When I say that for Errick, I mean he'll be cooperating with a guest character from another story whose author and I are making a sort of partnership where we include a cameo for one of our characters in the other author's story. For now, I won't reveal details besides the fact that both the character and the author are female, and that Akira herself will guest star in the other story. Events from the guest character's story will also be mentioned in my story, but not entirely on the same timeline or order. This guest character will also be one of the people that brings the Sexual Content label into play, as she can be someone who would speak about sexual situations and encounters.

If you're one of those people that don't like crossovers between two different stories of the same game happening at the same time, you're gonna have a bad time... Unless you can put up with it or just don't like when it happens with your stories. Besides, some crossovers were great, such as The Mooch and COPS: Skyrim on YouTube, The Flintstones Meet The Jetsons, and now how there's mention of a Doctor Who/Sherlock mash-up episode (which I gotta start watching both shows to begin with).

And if anyone has suggestions on any Skyrim missions you may like to see Zacharius and co. take on, feel free to message me. I already plan on solving Morthal's vampire problem in this book, so if there's anything else you would like to see, I'll try and fit it in somehow.