I know, I know, I'm attempting this again. I just... didn't like the way I had went with the last version of it, and for that I am sorry. However, this time... I SWEAR on all my dead relatives' graves that I will not delete this one ever again! it's staying and it's going to be completed no matter what. And if it helps, I have worked on twenty chapters before posting the story, so there's that to look forward to I guess.

Like before, the story is still the same. Daemon the Dragonborn is summoned to the Throat of the World, told of Alagaësia, of the birth of a new dragon and Dragn Rider, and it's his job to go and protect them from Galbatorix. And yes, the Dragonborn is still paired with Saphira in this because... why not? I really was thinking of doing Arya, but I think her and Eragon are better together.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls or The Inheritance Cycle.

"DOVAHKIIN!"

A pair of eyes snapped open, revealing dark blue that stared up at the ceiling of his house as the ground shook under the force of the powerful voice. While some would probably be shaking, and most of Skyrim would be waking up from that voice being heard all over, this man was not shaken or even bothered. This has happened to him before, he knew what it was.

He had been summoned.

Daemon sighed as he sat up in his bed, the covers falling down to reveal his bare chest/ He pushed them off as he swung his legs out and stood, dressed in nothing but a white loincloth. Daemon was a young man of twenty five-years old, had long black hair that stopped a little bit past his shoulders, dark blue eyes similar to the dark blue ocean waters. Due to being a Nord, he was phsyically fit and healthy, had the body of an experienced warrior that has seen various battles and been in them as well as trained to be a great warrior.

He walked over to his wardrove and opened it, grabbing his Nightingale Armor and put it on. After getting dressed, he reached in and pulled out a black sheathe with a sword already sheathed inside it. The sword had a black guard with a dragon head pommel at the top. Upon pulling the sword halfway out, he stared at the smooth, silver, reflective blade, staring at his own reflection before he sheathed the sword. (AN: For better description, think of Zar'roc from the Eragon movie but the blade is silver like any other sword, and the ruby is replaced by a dragon head)

"My Thane!" He heard a familiar voice as he was in the midst of strapping his sheathed sword to his hip. He paused in his work and looked up as his Housecarl and one of his most trusted friends, Lydia, came into his bedroom. "I assume you've-"

"Heard the Greybeards calling? Aye, I did." Daemon said as he finished ensuring his sword was strapped to his side. "I must make haste to High Hrothgar. I only told them and Paarthurnax to summon me if it's something very urgent and serious. And considering that I have been summoned, I would take it this matter really is a serious one if they are summoning me."

Lydia nodded. "Want me to come?"

Daemon paused before shaking his head. "Not this time. This might be something I must do alone."

Lydia sighed but nodded. Her Housecarl enjoyed sticking to his whole 'lone wolf' thing, even though he wasn't a werewolf like his fellow Companions. But he'd always preferred to be a loner ever since she met him, though he lightened up quite a bit since then due to his interaction with the Companions and becoming Harbinger. But some things stay the same and don't change.

"It'll take you a few days to get to Ivarstead and then you'll climb the steps again." Lydia said.

Daemon nodded. "Thankfully, I have Shadowmere. And he's faster than any horse in Skyrim."

Lydia snorted. "Because those horses aren't some supernatural demon horse from another plane of existence."

Daemon just shrugged with a smirk. "Meh, semantics."

"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin." Paarthurnax greeted Daemon as he approached the Throat of the World.

"Paarthurnax," Daemon greeted the old dragon and nodded toward the red dragon next to him, "Hello, Odahviing."

"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin," Odahviing replied, inclining his head briefly.

Daemon took a brief onceover of the Throat of the World. The place where he brought an Elder Scroll and looked backwards in time to learn Dragonrend in order to defeat Alduin the World-Eater. The place where he and Alduin had their first battle. It felt only yesterday that happened when in reality... that was five years ago.

Daemon turned his attention to Paarthurnax. "I take it this is a serious and urgent matter if you've had the Greybeards summon me here. They said you wished to speak with me."

"Nii los, dii fahdon. (It is, my friend.)" Paarthurnax replied, turning his gaze in a direction. "Do you know of the land of Alagaësia?"

Daemon blinked in surprise at the question. "Tamriel's sister land? I've read about it. Though it's a land far across the sea to the North. There's been no contact between this land and there for... many years."

Paarthrunax hummed, confirming that. "Indeed. But you also know there was once dragons that roamed that land, yes?"

Daemon nodded. "Aye. I've read whatever Skyrim has of Alagaësia's history at the College of Winterhold. I know the land held different creatures than what roams in Skyrim, and that the Elves there are much different than the ones here... and that there was an order of peacekeepers known as the Dragon Riders. But, what's this got to do with Alagaësia?"

"Prem. (Patience.)" Paarthurnax said. "As you are aware, the land was governed and protected by an order of peacekeepers, the Dragon Riders. Alduin saw this as a disgrace to our race and sought to destroy them, but father Akatosh intervened and declared that Alduin was to never go near Alagaësia. However, a conflict brew in the land. A Dragon Rider, named Galbatroix, suffered the loss of his dragon and demanded another one."

"Pahlokaal joor. (Arrogant mortal.)" Odahviing muttered, getting a look from Daemon and Paarthurnax before the Elder Dragon continued.

"He was refused, but this did not dissuade him. He took another dragon for himself, bound it to him with dark magic. Galbatorix then gained loyal followers and destroyed the Dragon Riders to the point of extinction... the point there is none but himself."

"Until...?" Daemon raised an eyebrow, knowing there's a 'but' in this story.

"I have felt a shift in the lein, in the world." Paarthurnax said, shifting slightly. "I sense laas, life." Paarthurnax closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It sounded like the rumbling of a volcano. "Yun laas. New life." His eyes snapped open, "Dovah."

Daemon's eyes widened. "You're saying a dragon has been born in Alagaësia? After the Fall of the Riders hundreds of years ago?"

"Vrah. (Indeed)." Paarthurnax nodded. "A new Dragon Rider has come. I have felt it even from here."

"And what am I to do?" Daemon asked. "What's this got to do with me?"

Odahviing spoke up. "The mortal King, Galbatorix, would twist and corrupt the new Dovah and it's Rider to serve him. We cannot allow that to happen. They are the hope that land has to be free of the Dark King's cruel tyrannical rule."

Paarthurnax rumbled in agreement, "Daemon, you must go to Alagaësia. Find and protect the newborn dragon and it's Rider. I sense that they will be of great importance."

Daemon nodded firmly, his decision already made after hearing what Paarthurnax had to say. He was never one to pass up on an adventure. "I will go."

And that's it for this chapter, not much really changed aside from some changed words but... nothing too much of a change. I gave a better description of Daemon's appearance though. And yes, the Nightingale armour is what he'll wear for a while.