The Dragonborn

Prologue: An unknown linage.

Soft sheets cover a baby who, with interest, gazes into the eyes of a woman. She has a long hair of pure white, tied up in a bun. Her gaze, fixed on the baby, reveals the sparkle of her emerald green eyes. She wears white and green robes, showcasing the expensive material, worthy of royalty.

She plays with the little one, moving his tiny lips with her finger while smiling. The baby is wrapped in white sheets, covering his body and leaving his head and hair free. He has the same features as his mother: short hair of pure white and emerald eyes. He tries to grab his mother's finger with his small hands, returning a smile.

The woman turns her gaze to a corner of the room: there were four cribs together, where three babies slept peacefully. Sitting on her large bed, while holding the baby with white hair, she fails to see their faces.

A commotion breaks the moment of love between the mother and her baby: footsteps of a group of warriors are heard outside the kingdom. The door of the room opens and closes quickly.

"Darling...", the voice of a man is heard: a deep and breathless voice, indicating the rush he was on. "There's no time to explain this to you, but...", he hurries to the cribs.

"What's going on?, what do you need to explain to me?" asks the woman worriedly, carefully placing the baby on the bed.

The man is with his back turned, observing and analyzing the little ones. His gaze returns to the empty crib, "And the green one?" Looking at his wife and noticing the fourth child, "oh, there it is...", he approaches to pick it up. The light streaming through the window of the room blinds the man's face. With the baby in his hands and the mother trying to get explanations, he puts it back in its crib.

"Aren't you going to say anything...", the woman mentions his name, but it cannot be heard over the loud knocks on the door. She gets alarmed and tries to get some words out of the man, but he starts saying a bunch of words at great speed that cannot be understood.

He opens his arms, as if to embrace the four cribs, the woman touches the man's back and, about to speak, the door of the room falls. Soldiers enter and go straight to the couple, then a small burst of air coming from the cribs, slightly throws them back a few meters.

The mother gets up and, primarily concerned for her children, looks in the cribs... the babies had disappeared.