“Maker of Worlds” from Remastered Version of Beyond Skyrim Bruma – All rights for this audio belong to Daniel Ran
“Skyrim lies king less and bleeding. From the Jerall mountains will come a hero. She will ride with the echoes of her past calling forward when dragons return. She will rise to face the meeting of her destiny, not alone, but with one who hails from Helgen on the day that legends live again, and the world eater threatens all of Tamriel. “
“In the beginning was Akatosh, the first of the Gods to form in the Beginning Place. He who was the Aedric spirit (Aedra) or original beings. Embodied the qualities of endurance, invincibility, and everlasting legitimacy. He also promoted the virtues of duty, service, and obedience.
He, the father of dragons, formed the legacy of their importance to the future of Tamriel. Alduin, the “First-Born” dragon, who later betrayed Akatosh would play an important role in the coming of our hero.
Akatosh, known as Auri-El (Auriel) to the Aldmer and Bosmer (Elves), our father or Bormahu to the dragons, would also forge the Covenant of the new Empire of humanity. His blood was mystically joined with Alessia, known also as Saint Alessia and the Lady of Heaven.
It was she who led the first Era to establish and form the new religion of the Eight Divines and established her importance to the canon of herself and her heirs. Thus, the Amulet of Kings was created to represent and create a stabilizing influence on the world. Both Akatosh and Alessia would play an important part in the healing of an empire.”
How does this story begin? As with most stories, there are as many interpretations as there are stars in the heavens. The events of any age are nothing less than a collection of retelling of events, places, and people that become accepted or canon.
The further back in time, the more fantastical the telling becomes. But with most authoritative works, for this story too, there is enough material to understand the intent of its telling and the meaning of its story for the present as well as the future.
“Should I have come back here so soon?” The adventurer stood at the gates of what was left of Helgen. Helgen, the “Gateway to the North” they thought. “How do I remember that and so many other things are missing?”
Standing there looking at what remained of the town after the dragon had attacked. There was nothing left but burned-out buildings, broken walls, and towers. Thinking back a moment trying to recollect something, “I remember coming from Cyrodiil, as so many did before this happened.
We, a gathering of travelers, would often be seen passing through the Pale pass between Skyrim and Cyrodiil, all those travelers had been waiting in the cold snow for half a day?”
Pausing, hands raised to rub their forehead with the palm of their hand. Trying to encourage the memories to return. Thinking, “when the gates opened to let us pass there was a sudden rush of soldiers, Stormcloaks maybe?”
What was it, pausing, trying to remember something, “I remember a scuffle, there were so many waiting to pass through the gates on both sides. Those traveling to Skyrim and those into Cyrodiil. I remember my head being hit on something as I was pushed hard by someone.”
A moment, then remembering, “I woke up in a wagon, tied up, along with others, including some of the soldiers, Stormcloaks as they called themselves, true sons and daughters of Skyrim they liked to say.”
Chuckling to themself, “Wasn’t everyone born here in this province true sons and daughters of Skyrim? No, considering, that is not what they believe. Only those of Nordic blood, descendants of the Atmorans who came to this land and called themselves Nords thereafter, were fitting to hold the honor of being true sons or daughters. “
Looking towards the sky a cry was let loose, out came a loud scream, “Why does that even matter, why can’t I remember who I was? There was a sudden darkening of the sky after this outburst, and thunder rolled across the heavens briefly.
Thinking to themself, “it’s getting late, and I am wasting my time here.” Turning towards the road heading south towards the crossroads. It was here you could come into Riverwood from the road leading right or go directly down past three of the thirteen standing stones that stood there waiting to give their blessing to those who sought them out.
They began walking towards the crossroads thinking, "Why can I remember all of this but I can't even remember who I am, or why I came here, or why I was captured, then treated like a common criminal of the empire?"
The cold of the mountainous area stung their skin and lungs, the adventurer came upon the crossroads. Musing quietly, "Which way to go and decided, I think I’ll go down past the standing stones.” The adventurer thought briefly, “Yes, the Thief, Mage, and Warrior stones.” Considering a moment, “That way I can enjoy the waterfalls along the White River before arriving back in Riverwood.”
As the walk continued down the road, the adventurer came upon some Thalmor who appeared to be searching for something or someone. They saw an Imperial scout with his two dogs with them. Considering this a moment, “Must have been assigned that thankless duty by some thoughtless commander.
The Thalmor would of course use him and the dogs to assist them, but respect them, treat them as equals. No, they thought, they were no different than the Nords who cried out for a land free of any other races.”
Thinking on it a moment, "it is odd though, no one appeared to be doing anything other than meandering along the road.” Considering this, “What were they waiting for, were they actively hunting someone down?” A decision was made to pass them by quietly. The adventurer mused to themself, "Unless one of them stopped them for questioning."
Walking past them, one of them called out with a harsh tone to the other regular soldiers and Imperial scout, “What do you mean, you can’t find her? Must I do everything myself?” The adventurer passed the small company, musing to themself, “The one on the horse giving strong commands must be a Justiciar” Then one of the regular Dominion noticed this person passing them and said, “Move along, this is none of your business.”
Stopping briefly the adventurer stood there, listening to see if anything else was going to be said. There was no attempt to ever turn around to face them. In a few short minutes, the adventurer began walking on their way as if they was not concerned with what their business for being there was. Sensing the Dominion regulars were watching their passing carefully, he adventurer stood in place briefly, then continued towards wherever their destination was.
