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\u201cWelcome, I am Michael\u201d, 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; \u201cBright\u201d and \u201cMost Beautiful\u201d, \u201cSong of the Sea\u201d and \u201cQueen of the Song\u201d, \u201cKnowing, Of Royal Power, and Great Hero\u201d, and \u201cDaughter\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWe, 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou! 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\u2019s 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow did this story go? Let\u2019s 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\u2019s special guard, who would later become known as the Blades. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The story goes as follows: \u201cTheir 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why is this important to her story, you may ask? \u201cIn 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.  \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis 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 \u201cPast, present, and future of Tamriel\u2019s History. That which has transpired and that which is yet to be.\u201d This story is about someone special, who would become commonly known as \u201cThe Last Dragonborn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cOf course, the Greybeards, Masters of the \u2018The Way\u2019 would refer to this person as \u201cYsmir, Dragon of the North\u201d. \u201cThis name was commonly associated with Tiber Septim, also known as Talos. He was the founder of \u2018The Third Empire of Man\u2019, and upon his death, would become ascendant to become one of the Nine Divines.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who was Katariah? \u201cLet us begin in earnest with her story. To know her you must know something of the beginnings of who she is.\u201d:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Katariah Morgan Kendra Dottir, Katariah meaning \u201cBright\u201d and \u201cMost Beautiful\u201d, Morgan whose meaning meant, \u201cSinger or Sea Songs\u201d and \u201cLiken to Queen of Songs from The Sea\u201d, and Kendra, whose name had power, \u201cKnowing, Of Royal Power, and Great Hero\u201d. Dottir which was a common reference to mean \u201cDaughter\u201d or \u201cFemale Child\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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, \u201cNow I remember, they called themselves Stormcloaks.\u201d She rubbed her head and chucked inwardly as she thought, \u201cWhat was that they said about themselves? \u201cThe true sons and daughters of Skyrim I believe\u201d She smiled slightly thinking, \u201cWasn\u2019t everyone born here in this province a true son or daughter of Skyrim?\u201d Katariah mused, \u201cNo, 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So much she could not remember about herself, of her past. She remembers, \u201cHadvar, 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.\u201d She remembers opening it and finding this armor, these weapons and shield, and the rest of her belongings. What was it Hadvar had said, \u201cThese were found with you. I believe they are yours.\u201d He then said, \u201cIt was with you when we found you knocked out cold just off to the side of where the Stormcloaks were ambushed.\u201d He paused then said, \u201cMy lady, I will turn so you can change in private. I believe you are due that if my suspicions have any grounding at all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She thought to herself, \u201cAn Imperial Officer of honor!\u201d She chuckled to herself, \u201cWhat was the old saying, Ah, the values of honor, \u201cLoyalty, Courage, and Truth.\u201d Then she also remembered, \u201cthere was another value taught to her by, I can\u2019t remember but the other value was \u201cKindness\u201d. These values were often designed as either Runes or some other Symbolic language to warriors\u2019 weapons such as their swords. It was considered part of the warrior\u2019s creed. She thought for a moment, \u201cHow did it go? Yes, I think something like this; \u2018We 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hadvar had heard her softly speaking that creed to herself, he then asked her without turning around, \u201cMy lady if I may ask, that creed is the known as \u2018The Warriors Honor\u201d, where do you learn that from?\u201d She thought briefly then said, \u201cI 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.\u201d She then said, \u201cYou can turn now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hadvar had said to her after turning around to face her, \u201cBy 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.\u201d She remembers nervously responding to him there in the dimly lit room of the old Imperial quarters, \u201cSeriously, Hadvar, me, I can\u2019t 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hadvar paused then said, \u201cYou 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.\u201d She stood there looking into his eyes briefly, then she said, \u201cOkay, I really don\u2019t know but I won\u2019t deny that these are not the threads of a commoner, are they?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both turned and went deeper into the old fort looking for a way to the outside again. <\/p>\n\n\n

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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, \u201cMaybe someone there would know something about me, I need to discover who I am, why I am here in this land of the Nords.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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, \u201cDovahkiin\u201d then she thought she heard, \u201cFus\u201d word of Force. Her blood felt like it had been set on fire and Hadvar looked at her with concern.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She also remembers Alvor, the smithy\u2019s wife taking her hand before she left to step outside again and said, \u201cMy 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.\u201d She remembers replying to her, \u201cThank 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\u2019t remember much, hard knock on the head somehow before I found myself with Hadvar at Helgen before it was attacked by that dragon.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She paused briefly, \u201cThen 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.\u201d She remembers beginning to turn, but seeing the wife\u2019s eyes fill with pools of tears. Then she heard as she opened the door, \u201cJust be careful, I think there is something about you. May Talos blessings go with you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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