~ Some may call you junk... Me I'll call you treasure ~

Teledryn Sero

Your P.O.V.

I sighed as I put down my now empty cup of (Ale/Mead/Wine). I was currently in Markarth's Silver Blood Inn, celebrating my victory of defeating the World-eater Alduin. Alone. I sighed and put my head on the taverns counter. Alone. So alone. I should have brought my Housecarl Argis with me. He's pretty fun to drink with. It wasn't long before the taverns innkeeper came over and asked if I wanted another drink. I lifted my head off the counter and shook my head. "No, no I best be heading home, else Argis will be worried." I took out my coin purse. "Now how much do I owe you?" The innkeeper shook his head no and waved my purse of coins away. "No, no you keep your money. You did save our lifes and souls after all. Consider them on the house." I nodded my head in thanks as i walked towards the exit. As soon as I opened the door fresh, cold, night air hit my face, shocking me for a sec. I had to be honest I am a little drunk, but not drunk enough to where I couldn't walk on my own or have slurred speech. As I headed home I looked at the beautiful stars and moon and how lovely it looked, reflecting off the city of old. My sightseeing was interrupted as I heard a voice shout out to me. " You there! Are you the one known as the 'Dragonborn'?"I looked up to see weird looking cultist people. I knew they had to be talking to me, for I was the only person out there and I was the only one known as the Dragonborn. I raised an eyebrow at them and smirked at them as I replied, "Well that depends on who's asking." The cultist grew angry as she shouted, "Do not play coy with us! You must be the pretender! Kill her!" They pulled out their swords and rushed me. I easily sidestepped their attacks before pulling out my Nightgale blade and stabbing both of them in the heart, killing them. I sighed. "Honestly, if people send other people to kill me I wish they'd actually send people who know how to fight. I'm half drunk and I still kicked their ass like nothing." I bent down as I began to search the cultist body's. I found what seemed to be directions. It said to take a boat from Solstheim to Skyrim and kill the ' Dragonborn pretender. ' Hmm, interesting. I stood back up, dusted myself off and continued home. Who ever sent them would regret ever messing with me.

~Tiny timeskip to your house, Vindrell Hall~

"Argis I'm home!!" Argis came around the corner to meet me. "My Thane! Welcome Hom- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OKAY MY THANE?" Argis ran over to see if I had any wounds. I laughed and pushed his hands away. "I'm fine I took care of them. But I do need you to start packing for me." Argis titled his head at me. He was a very burly man with blond hair that came down to his shoulders, and a gold eye whereas the other was blind and he had this tattoo on the left side of his face. "Where are you heading to My Thane, if you don't mind me asking." I waved him off as I took off my now bloody boots. "It's fine. I'm heading to Windhelm, and then I'm going to catch a boat to Solstheim." He looked at me confused. "Solstheim My Thane? Why there?" "Cultist attacked me in the streets and they were sent from some man named 'Miraak' or something like that." He nodded his head. "I see... I'll start packing My Thane, you go get some rest." I nodded to him and headed to bed ~ Timeskip to Windhelm the next morning~

I breathed in a breath air as I headed to the docks in Windhelm. I wish I could just rest for once... But you know the saying ' No rest for the wicked.' I finally arrived at the docks to see two large ships and a small rowboat at the end. I knew the first boat wouldn't take me to Solstheim, for he was a merchant trader. So that only left the second ship. As I neared the ship a man with blond hair waved at me and asked, "Welcome friend! What can I do for you?" I look at him. "I need you to take me to Solstheim." The man instantly started to shake his head no. "Sorry ma'am can't do that." I pulled out a large sum of gold. "I'll pay you good." The man continued to shake his head no. "I will not go back to that hellhole. Weird stuff going on there." I looked him dead in the eye as I said, "Do you know that you took two passengers from Solstheim to here and then resulted them into attacking me?" The man looked worried. "What I don't remember that...." I titled my head at him. "Strange. I wonder if a day or two in jail would help you remember." His eyes widened. "You wouldn't." I smirked evilly. "Oh but I would. I happen to know the Jarl very well." He rolled his eyes. "Fine but it's gonna cost you." I shook my head. "Wrong. You owe me, therefore you're going to take there for free." He growled. "Fine, fine! Get ready we're heading out." He turned to the crew. "Let's go men!"