As she sat and read the book, “A mother’s love and the sword of destiny”, she discovered her name was Katrina Morgan Septim Kendra. She knew from reading from some passages documented by the Lord Chancellor of Rigmor’s time that her name had special meaning.
The Lord Chancellor, Martin Blackwell, was keeper of history and a fierce defender of the rulers of Tamriel during that time. He had written about the meanings behind her name.
Her first name Katrina meant “Pure”. Morgan, a family name of Rigmor meant, “Sea Song” and according to this her grandfather and grandmother, Rigmor would travel often in ships as she loved the open song of the sea. Septim, her grandfather’s lineage was the name of the greatest dynasty of Tamriel, and Kendra, her last name from her father had been known to mean “Knowing, Of Royal Power, and Great Hero”.
Katrina’s eyes were full of the tears of reading of her grandmother’s journey to understand her destiny, of her grandfather, who had saved her grandmother many times, not just from physical death but spiritual death as well.
There had been many battles fought to come to their journey’s end. Rigmor and “The Last Dragonborn” as her father was referred to during that time had fallen in love with each other as they journeyed across many provinces of Tamriel.
Her grandfather had taken on the role of guardian, as Rigmor would say in the beginning, “What are you, my guardian angel or something?” Later, once they both learned of the blessings that were within his blood, Rigmor would refer to him as the “Guardian Dragonborn”. Of course, there were other names she held private for her grandfather but that is for another story.
In time they fell in love with each other, they understood the truths of their destiny together and got married, her grandfather became Emperor and her grandmother, High Queen of Tamriel. The Lord Chancellor has also written that at the time of their crowning, Rigmor was already pregnant with a child.
That the resulting birth was of course, her mother Kintyra, an old family name of the Septim dynasty. She was prophesied to be born to fulfill the Alessian prophecy and bring about the “Golden Age”. It was said that she would be born with the blessings of Akatosh and Tiber Septim in her blood so that her grandfather would no longer be “The Last Dragonborn”.
This was foretold to be required to restore the line of the Emperors and Empresses who held in their blood the power of the dragons which in turn would help to bring about a lasting peace and prosperity.
All of that had been betrayed though, by the Thalmor and the Dominion. They had chosen not to be the partners they were asked to be, to help create the greatest age in the history of the races. Instead, they chose to take a path of darkness, leaving nothing but a road of dead, the empty lands she experienced since coming awake near that cave below Helgen, and the undoing of an age of hope.
She knew now that it was her destiny to be the instrument for this time to what would become known as the “Path to Reclamation”. She had inherited the gifts of her parents and grandparents, of the gods and deities that believed and supported the Alessian promised age of hope and lasting peace. She knew now that she would begin in Whiterun, to take back that hold and find others who wanted this land restored to its legacy and become something even more.
This was to be her sea song and her doorway towards returning home someday as Rigmor and the dragons had hinted to and said, “You know that way to us once your journey is complete here, use it to come home and know your brethren, “Dovah Do Daah Bok”, “The Dragon of this Age.”
She thought to herself, I will need to be well rested to take this journey. It is a path that will require all that I have learned on my hard-fought journey towards shedding the wrappings of illusion to know who I am, what I am, and maybe what I am yet to become.”
She paused briefly and felt the silence of this place that had once been the home of the Greybeards hang on the edges of her mind. She knew tomorrow before leaving, she would give thanks to them, to honor their great sacrifice to her and this destiny yet to be fulfilled.
She closed the book, got up from the chair and placed it carefully back upon the soft cloth that had been placed on top of the dresser. She then walked back to the first bed she came to, bent over to lay down, closed her eyes and was fast asleep.