Thaddeus sat outside, still pondering the dream deeply. "Why would Akatosh, the Chief of the Nine Divines, want to speak with me, a lowly Nord noble from Cyrodiil?" He had been thinking about this dream for months now.
Eventually, he got up and walked inside the castle. He made his way upstairs to his bed chambers. As he walked in, he heard moans of pain coming from the other room. He walked over to Rona, the maid. "How is she?" he asked. Rona turned to him with a worried expression. "We seem to be making good progress, my lord."
Suddenly, the moans stopped, and were replaced by what sounded like... an infant crying. Thaddeus walked in the room and sat down on the bed next to Callista. In her arms, was a tiny, newborn baby, wrapped in a brown fur blanket.
"We did it, Thaddeus," Callista exclaimed, almost out of breath. " A son. Our son." Thaddeus smiled at the child with tears in his eyes. " Hello there," he said softly. " Hi there. I'm your daddy."
"What should we name him?" Callista asked, still looking at the child. Thaddeus had a stern look on his face. "Goken," he said. "Goken Dragonspyre the VI."
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The Elder Scrolls IV... And A Half
FanfictionThis story based on the popular Elder Scrolls games chronicles the early years of Goken Dragonspyre the VI: growing up in the Imperial homeland of Cyrodiil, being trained in the art of combat, and eventually making a pilgrimage to his ancestral home...
