The Fall Of Empires- A Skyrim Fanfiction

Sequel to The Price of Vengeance.

Time keeps marching on, regardless of who it tramples in its passage. And yet, most people don't notice how its route is always a circle. Civilizations rise, and fall. At the end of the day, that is the one truth: change is the only constant.

My name is Sha'ir al'Arakh. My men know me as the Desert Viper. I have led campaigns, have killed more than I kept count of, and generally, am someone you shouldn't really piss off.

The last battle I'd fought was when Hammerfell chased out the Aldmeri Dominion. I harbor a particular hatred for them after all they'd done to my country. Even years later. So when they attack Skyrim when I happen to be there on a trip, of course I get involved.

After all, simply sheathing a sword doesn't change its nature. It remains what it was forged to be, waiting for a new reason to be withdrawn. And it looks like I have one now to unleash all I'd locked away these past few years.

I am Sha'ir al'Arakh. And this is my story.