What if Serana was awoken before the last Dragonborn discovered her? Instead, meeting a different individual, falling in love with him, and having a family?
Well, then, if you wish to read any further. Meet Sveyda, Bludheim, Frek, Bor, Birgus, Yngval, Ashyr, Hreldir, and Hjeldir.
It all began on a night of storms. The sky had turned dark with bursts of blue and crimson lightning, turning the sky into a hale of purple, red, and blue. Churning and burning, the sky finally let fall its tears of sorrow and pain. A silent emperor eyes the sky patiently, his family standing beside.
As his wife approaches, he slowly turns his head and for a moment, sees his early years as Emperor. As his wife takes his hand into hers.
He breathes a sigh of gentle relief. "Do you know what this means?"
His wife shook her head, wrapping her arms around her husband as he watched the sky morph into a bright blue hue of magicka.
"A great doom is upon us."
Hidden in grove of white and red lies a young woman of long raven black hair and dark orange eyes under the care of several midwives. Holding her hand is her husband, a man by the name of Hagnir Frostmane. With a sudden cry of labor, a bout of thunder bursts outside, the cry of an infant fills the room, its deafening screams echoing throughout the cavern
"It's alright, my beloved," Hagnir whispered to his wife, gently caressing her cheek before moving a few strands of her long black locks from her face, gazing upon her tear-stricken face.
"Are they...are they alright?" The woman asked faintly, her voice strained by her labor.
"Yes...all nine..."
The woman's exhausted expression slowly morphed into that of great curiosity. Turning her head, she indeed saw nine bundles. With a long unanswered question now finally resolved, she turned to her husband and said in a clear voice, "If you want more, you're going to have to wait."
Long and arduous was their birth, and such would their lives be. Bound with blood and tears.