Dovahkiin

Ash. Gods-damned ash everywhere.

     After defeating the World-Eater, Alduin, and driving back the Imperial Legion from Skyrim, the least Aelin, the Last Dragonborn, could ask for is a bit of luxury.

     But her now (somewhat) peaceful life is put on hold when two strange cultists make an atempt on her life. A letter leads her to the miserable island of Solstheim, off the coast of Skyrim and Morrowind, where she must track down the source of all the strangeness she discovers there.

     With every new discovery, her once-simple mission gets harder and harder.

     The fate of Solstheim - and maybe even all of Tamriel - rests on her shoulders, but is she up to the task?

A/N: Hello, and welcome to my new story! Yes I do like Skyrim. I've played over 200 hours since I got it this summer, so I decided to write a fic.

Thankyou to -come-along-pond- for the beautiful cover, along with three others I'll post in later chapters.

(Also, this is not edited yet. So don't expect anything amazing.)