The Last Descendant (Skyrim Fan-Fic)

Chapter 1

"But father! I'm ready! I know the Way of the Voice! I've mastered all three words of Unrelenting Force and Fire Breath!" Father glared at me like an insubordinate child. As if he was Grelod the Kind and I was an orphan he had to care for. "I said no! I will not have my only daughter have herself killed trying to prove that she's stronger than some bandit! Now go back home, Adeliza."

Well, that didn't go as planned. As an eighty year old man, the old Dragonborn had a lot of responsibilities. Being a retired Stormcloak general getting an army ready for the Thalmor invasion, being the only one who can permanently kill any remaining dragons, and many other things that he has decided to keep from me for some reason. But he should let me prove that I can protect myself! He won't be here for much longer. Hell, it's a miracle that he's lived for this long.

He lives in his old house, Lakeview Manor. As his daughter, I've been gifted a home of my own in Falkreath. I haven't decided on a name for it yet, as I'm still building it, but it's a decent home so far.

I stormed out of Lakeview Manor and walked up to Asgeir, Father's new carriage driver. "Asgeir, take me to Whiterun, I have some business to handle," I told him. He put down the book he was reading and looked at me. "I'm sorry, but I have orders from the Draongborn to not take you anywhere but home." I growled in frustration at my father's stubbornness. I marched past him and stormed past Pinewatch down the road to the East towards Helgen. 

Helgen was repaired in Father's honor, as it was the first settlement to be attacked fifty years ago when Alduin returned. The Jarl of Falkreath at the time made the decision, but the rest of the Jarls decided that there should be a statue made in his honor. 

I walked into the settlement, the guards opening the gate after recognizing my unique armor made of special dragon scales from the dragon Odahviing. I don't know how he died, but I do know that father grieved over him immensely. After all, he was the one who took him to Skuldafn. Afterwards, they fought together on many occasions. But I've heard that he has a new dragon. I've never seen him, nor even heard his name.

I looked around at the settlement. It wasn't the largest town, but it was impressive. When you first walk in the gate, the statue of my father standing atop the body of a dragon greets you. Otherwise, the town is the same from what father has told me it looked like before Alduin came.

"Ah, there she is!"

I turned my head towards the inn, recognizing the voice of my friend and willing companion Shoralf leaning against the wood posts. "Come share a pint with me, oh great daughter of the Dragonborn." I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Oh quit yer yabbering, Shoralf. I'm not in the mood for a pint." 

I walked over to the inn and stepped up the two steps to the door, not looking at him. I care about him, I really do, but I just wasn't in the mood for a pint. I walked into the inn, not wanting to talk to anyone. I just wanted to sit alone and listen to the bard play his music. I sat at a table against the wall and Shoralf sat next to me, plenty of mead on his breath. "Whats up Babyborn?"

Yeah, he's drunk. He never called me Babyborn unless he was.

"If you look up, you'll find out," I quipped at him. He was drunk enough to actually look up at the ceiling. He looked back at me with a face of drunken realization. "Oooh... You were being sarcastic," he slurred. "Yes I was. Now I'd be very grateful if you went on your drunken way and left me alone until the mead wears off."

He scratched his stubble and thought about something. I don't know what, but whatever it was he left.

Finally.

Not many people know, but father has a secret room here in the inn. Much like the one at the the Sleeping Giant in Riverwood. Only me, father, the innkeeper, and the current jarl of Falkreath, Rayner. I got up and walked up to the innkeeper. He looked up at me and nodded, knowing why I was here. I walked past the bar and down into the cellar where the secret room was located.

When you first walk in, it looks like any other cellar. Giant kegs lining the walls. But one keg has one unique purpose. The spigot on the keg on the far right side opens the secret room. I turn the knob and the wall behind it opens into a huge room lined with my dad's old weapons and armor, along with an alchemy lab and enchanting table in one branching room, and everything you need to smith anything you need in another. But that's not why I'm here.

In a third room, there's several words of power etched on the walls. I've spent the past twenty years focusing on Unrelenting Force and Fire Breath. Father taught me what he knew of the dragon language, what each word of power translated to in Tamrielic. 

As I was walking around the room, I heard a noise come from the main chamber. Since only me, my father, the jarl, and the innkeeper knew about this place, I found it hard to believe anyone had found out about this place. 

I drew my dragonbone sword and slowly walked into the main chamber, looking around in case of an ambush. Out of the shadows, I saw only a glimpse of a figure before I was struck with a blunt blow to the head and everything went dark.

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A/N

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of The Last Descendant! I tried to make this as close to as it really would be in Skyrim. Please remember to vote, comment, and follow!

I'll see you in the next chapter!