The Last Dragonborn

“Welcome, I am Michael”, I am a storyteller. Throughout the rest of this tale, I will refer to myself as the storyteller. I am one who traditionally weaves the tapestry of history through the telling of stories. This story I am about to tell is about one known as Katariah Morgan Kendra Dottir. Her name itself told a story of special meaning. Her full name meant; “Bright” and “Most Beautiful”, “Song of the Sea” and “Queen of the Song”, “Knowing, Of Royal Power, and Great Hero”, and “Daughter”.

“We, the storytellers, have always been known as the guardians of societies. We are here for the purpose: to educate, entertain, preserve culture, and instill moral values. We are they who shape the moral framework of societies by telling stories that bring understanding across the world throughout its history.”

“You! adventurer, consider this! The compass of the story tellers is empathy. Empathy is generally thought of as having the ability to understand, feel, and possibly share another’s experience. It allows us to connect to the hearts and minds of our listeners. The stories we tell become a mirror in which you will see your own reflections and learn from the experiences of others.”

“We are not so different, you and I, for in the grand tales of the world, we find the courage to face our struggles, the strength to hold on to hope, and the gentle reminder that we are all part of a larger narrative.”

“How did this story go? Let’s see, ah yes! This story that we will now tell, was foretold in the ancient halls of the Akvairi, also known as the Dragon Land. It was they who served under Reman Cyrodiil who were dubbed the Dragon guard, the emperor’s special guard, who would later become known as the Blades. “

The story goes as follows: “Their headquarters, Cloud Ruler Temple, built in the style of the Akaviri came to represent a class of warriors known as Dragon Knights. They emerged during the Interregnum, of the Second Era. Ah! big word interregnum. All this word means is the period between, which would in this case mean the period between the First and Second Era. It was said these warriors were schooled in the martial arts, and some among them had special powers that came from the Dragons, also known as Dovah.”

Why is this important to her story, you may ask? “In its beginnings are found a prophecy.  This prophecy is about one who would come from Helgen on the day that legends lived again. It was on that fateful day that the world eater returned to threaten all of Tamriel.  “

“This prophecy was said to originate within the Elder Scrolls, also known as Kelle in the language of the Dovah, also called the Aedric Prophecies. They held the “Past, present, and future of Tamriel’s History. That which has transpired and that which is yet to be.” This story is about someone special, who would become commonly known as “The Last Dragonborn.”

 “Of course, the Greybeards, Masters of the ‘The Way’ would refer to this person as “Ysmir, Dragon of the North”. “This name was commonly associated with Tiber Septim, also known as Talos. He was the founder of ‘The Third Empire of Man’, and upon his death, would become ascendant to become one of the Nine Divines.”

“In that, is the truth of Katariah Morgan Kendra Dottir. With that name also comes the identity of who her father and mother were. Through that, it is easier to understand that her destiny was never hers to decide. It had been determined by the blood that burned within her human shell. That of the Dovahkiin.”

Who was Katariah? “Let us begin in earnest with her story. To know her you must know something of the beginnings of who she is.”:

Katariah Morgan Kendra Dottir, Katariah meaning “Bright” and “Most Beautiful”, Morgan whose meaning meant, “Singer or Sea Songs” and “Liken to Queen of Songs from The Sea”, and Kendra, whose name had power, “Knowing, Of Royal Power, and Great Hero”. Dottir which was a common reference to mean “Daughter” or “Female Child”.

Katariah could not remember how she had got here, only that she woke up riding in a wagon tied up like a common thief, being driven into Helgen, along with who were they, “Now I remember, they called themselves Stormcloaks.” She rubbed her head and chucked inwardly as she thought, “What was that they said about themselves? “The true sons and daughters of Skyrim I believe” She smiled slightly thinking, “Wasn’t everyone born here in this province a true son or daughter of Skyrim?” Katariah mused, “No, that is not what they believed! Only those of Nordic blood, descendants of the Atmorans who came to this land can called themselves Nords thereafter, were fitting to of holding the honor of that title.”

So much she could not remember about herself, of her past. She remembers, “Hadvar, the Nord Imperial who had freed her after the Dragon attack. He had led her to a chest in their quarters in the old Imperial Fort known as Helgen, the gateway to Cyrodiil.” She remembers opening it and finding this armor, these weapons and shield, and the rest of her belongings. What was it Hadvar had said, “These were found with you. I believe they are yours.” He then said, “It was with you when we found you knocked out cold just off to the side of where the Stormcloaks were ambushed.” He paused then said, “My lady, I will turn so you can change in private. I believe you are due that if my suspicions have any grounding at all.”

She thought to herself, “An Imperial Officer of honor!” She chuckled to herself, “What was the old saying, Ah, the values of honor, “Loyalty, Courage, and Truth.” Then she also remembered, “there was another value taught to her by, I can’t remember but the other value was “Kindness”. These values were often designed as either Runes or some other Symbolic language to warriors’ weapons such as their swords. It was considered part of the warrior’s creed. She thought for a moment, “How did it go? Yes, I think something like this; ‘We are knights of honor, we lead with the virtues held in front; loyalty, courage, truth, and kindness, without them we are left soulless and lost.”

Hadvar had heard her softly speaking that creed to herself, he then asked her without turning around, “My lady if I may ask, that creed is the known as ‘The Warriors Honor”, where do you learn that from?” She thought briefly then said, “I cannot be completely sure as so much of my memory of my past is currently a blur, but I do remember a kind older man spending hours with me training me in the ways of weapons. I think it was him that taught me that creed.” She then said, “You can turn now.”

Hadvar had said to her after turning around to face her, “By the nine, those were meant for you. Do you know armor and weapons of that make and quality are of special crafting and normally only seen in association with the greatest dynasties of Tamriel.” She remembers nervously responding to him there in the dimly lit room of the old Imperial quarters, “Seriously, Hadvar, me, I can’t even remember who I am, why I am here beyond my name. We better get going, we still must find our way out of here and past that dragon.”

Hadvar paused then said, “You are correct of course concerning finding a way out and past that dragon, but on this I will hold firm, there is something about you, something that burns within your eyes that speak of destiny, yet unseen.” She stood there looking into his eyes briefly, then she said, “Okay, I really don’t know but I won’t deny that these are not the threads of a commoner, are they?”

Both turned and went deeper into the old fort looking for a way to the outside again.

Hadvar had told her his uncle the smithy in Riverwood would help them if they could get to that town. They had found their way back and now her uncle had tasked her with a journey to Whiterun, the local capital of this hold to notify the Jarl of the attack by the dragon and the destruction of Helgen. She thought to herself, “Maybe someone there would know something about me, I need to discover who I am, why I am here in this land of the Nords.”

They had next come to a place on the road to Riverwood where you can see the old Barrow that sat upon the mountain top nearby. Hadvar had briefly stopped here and spoke to her about his fears of this place when he was a child growing up in this area. They stood there speaking quietly when suddenly she heard a whisper in her mind, “Dovahkiin” then she thought she heard, “Fus” word of Force. Her blood felt like it had been set on fire and Hadvar looked at her with concern.

She also remembers Alvor, the smithy’s wife taking her hand before she left to step outside again and said, “My lady excuse me if you would, but do you not have anyone to help protect you? I am quite surprised that a lady of your upbringing would be traveling alone is this land.” She remembers replying to her, “Thank you, but I am not as sure that I am of the caliber and upbringing that you and Hadvar believe that I am. I can’t remember much, hard knock on the head somehow before I found myself with Hadvar at Helgen before it was attacked by that dragon.”

She paused briefly, “Then said, you, your husband, and your daughter have been so kind to me, I shall never forget it and hold it close to my heart.” She remembers beginning to turn, but seeing the wife’s eyes fill with pools of tears. Then she heard as she opened the door, “Just be careful, I think there is something about you. May Talos blessings go with you.”