Chapter 1: Mother's Farewells

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Footsteps...

Ragged breathing...

Clanking metal...

These were the sound heard deep below the surface world where the sun, called Magnus, and the twin moons named Secunda and Masser wound shine the ground of Nirn.

The Earth Bones, while not called or described as anything apart from its not so informative name, is known in many Universes of the Multiverse as the Laws of Physics and Reality that helps to maintain said Universal laws over Nirn and Mundus, also known as the world/planet and the Mortal Realm.

Deep below the surface where the Dwemer, the Deep Ones, the Deep Elves had once called home before their mysterious and sudden disappearance, is where this story begins...

As a desperate and tired woman with pointed ears and almost deathly pale or snow white skin, whichever you may perceive it as; runs with all her might as she lets out ragged breaths in-between her steps.

If she stops, she would meet her end at the cold steel of Imperial and Thalmor blades, for she was of a race that had fallen from grace and was driven to near extinction by the Nords.

Yes, this woman is the last untainted, uncorrupted Falmer, known in the common tongue as a Snow Elf.

Her beauty would entrance all men who saw her, just as her present day corrupted kin the Whispmothers were, so too was she just as beautiful.

(A/n Whispmothers are female "ascended" Falmer tricked by the Dwemer.)

But the men that pursued her were not entranced by her beauty, and compared with others in the world, she would only be considered high class, nothing as far as a world-class-beauty, but alluring non the less.

Her slender figure would deceive all onto thinking she was physically weak, for indeed she was as she is an mage.

However, she had been running for well over 34 hours straight without any sort of rest or food.

How was she able to last so long?

Magic.

She was a Master of Restoration Magic and the prided and lost art of Falmer Magic used primarily to worship the Sun God Aur-I-El.

Aur-I-El, Auriel, Auri-El is known by many names, but regardless, he is the main Deity of the Falmer religion.

Akatosh, the God of Time, and father of all Dragons.

Alduin, the World-Eater, Bane of Kings.

Alkosh, the Cat God of Fire.

Aur-I-El, the Sun God.

Whichever name or identity is used to describe him, it matters not, for the woman was well over four thousand years old.

Having been blessed by Aur-I-El himself for her devoured worship over the years, he blessed her with increased longevity ever since the genocidal campaign by the Nords and Ysgramor who led them alongside his sons.

Over the years she had seen as the "Betrayed", the corrupted Falmer, had attacked the hidden Chantry of Aur-I-El which had survived two thousand tears in secret isolation and seclusion beyond the mountains to the West of Skyrim.

Knight-Paladin Gelebor chose to stay behind as was his duty in order to defend the Shrines of Aur-I-El.

He too was blessed by Aur-I-El for his devoted and fervent loyalty to his faith to the Sun God of the Snow Elves with increased Logevity.

Knight-Paladin Althadan Gelebor.

His brother Arch-Curate Althadan Vyrthur

The woman who is currently being pursued in the tunnels beneath Cyrodil's capital the Imperial City.

Known to us simply as Faireth.

And the Seven year old boy whom she has been carrying all this time, the sole reason why she hadn't used her Magic to attack their pursuers but instead to carry her son to safety.

Sivreth.

Faireth was growing more and more desperate as time went on, she could feel her magicka running low as she constantly used it to restore her stamina and enhance her physical abilities so that she can keep ahead of the Imperials and Thalmor who wanted to spill the warm blood of both mother and child onto Nirn's soil.

But she would not yield her son to them without a fight.

Alas, she no longer had the energy to keep running.

Having been injured with countless arrows, Spells, various cuts and bruises all over her body, only Aur-I-El could save her now as she had to constantly heal herself over and over.

She had some arrows still in her back, as she couldn't afford to waste magicka on wounds that were not needed to he healed, to flee and protect her son Sivreth was more important than such minor things as a severed limb, though she had yet to receive such an injury.

She ran and ran, bobbed and weaved through the labyrinth like tunnels that the Wild Elves, who once ruled Cyrodil, had long since created.

She knew every path of these tunnels as long ago back in the Merethic Era thousands of years ago, the Wild Elves had friendly relations with their cousins, the Snow Elves to the North in the land of Skyrim.

Faireth thought that both her and her son would die in these tunnels, sadness and despair was written on the expressions of her face as she realised this cruel reality would soon take place.

'I am sorry my love, but I fear that our son and I would never get the chance to see you again.'

However...

By a miracle from Aur-I-El the Sun God himself, the rays of Magnus illuminated the darkness of the labyrinthine tunnels they were in.

Seeing the exit nearing brought happiness and joy to her,but soon that feeling faded as she knew she would be unable to use the corners and tunnels to evade her pursuers when finally on the surface.

With a look of determination, she looked at her unconscious and sleeping son.

She turned behind her and focused her magicka into a destructive fireball spell that flew and brought down the ceiling of the tunnels behind her, blocking her pursuers as the way was blocked by rubble.

"Quickly! Clear this rubble before they escape to the surface!"

"""Yes Mam!"""

"Mages! Start using your magic to carry the rubble as well! What are you waiting for?! Now!"

Faireth heard the voice of the female Imperial commander that was chasing her and Sivreth.

She was the hardest to avoid, if she and the Imperial commander had fought one another, Faireth was not so confident she would be able to beat her in am one-verse-one battle.

Seeing what little time she had left before they continued their chase to wipe both mother and son from the face of Nirn, she took a short break as she layed on a nearby wall along with her still sleeping son.

"Sivreth, my son...I wish you were awake to see my face one last time, to hear the voice of your mother. Please be safe my son, never reveal your ears or face to anyone. If they know you are a Falmer, you will surely die. This spell will make it so this final words of warning will always linger in your mind, always play in your dreams so that you will never forget. I love you my son. Stay safe, and live well, be happy...without me."

Faireth could barely hold her tears back as her watery eyes became red, her voice almost cracking as she held back her gagging as she spoke.

She stood up, having barely remained a few minutes of energy from her brief rest.

She carried her Snow Elven child outside the tunnel and laid him beside a tree near the lake.

Holding her hands over him, she casted a powerful Illusion spell so that he would remain undetected from the senses and most magical means.

The spell would only disperse shortly after he awakens or when the exceedingly long time duration of said spell would ware off.

The silently grieving mother walked back towards the tunnel as she took one last look at his son, as he peacefully rested by a tree.

The beautiful scenery of the rising sun Magnus, the light glistening of the waters of the lake, and her beloved son, her greatest joy in her life, resting peacefully and undistrubed against a tree.

Faureth would imprint this memory into her mind as she raised her hands all around her, collapsing the entrance of the tunnels, entrancing both her and the Imperial & Thamor pursuers along with her in a final act to save her child.

Not long after this, Sivreth soon opened his eyes groggily and looked around at his surroundings.

Confusion was his sole thought, as he looked all around him and saw something he shouldn't have been familiar with as he had never been to Cyrodil before to witness its glorious view...at least not in this life.

He inspected his body in the nearby lake, gazing at his own reflection.

Many thoughts and emotions passed through him as he processed all of this happening all so suddenly.

"I am in Cyrodil. I am a Falmer. I've been reincarnated into Elder Scrolls, but when? And better yet...am I the Dovahkiin?"

And thus, this is marks the beginning of an adventure that would shake the Currents of Time, would be recorded into the Kel, the Elder Scrolls.

This marks the moment that a legend is born.

The return of...

The Snow Prince...

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How was that for an introductory first chapter?

There was many ways this could have gone, but I decided to do it this way.

Also, I put in 50% effort into writing this, maybe 46%.

I can do better, but I just wanted to say it so you know that future Chapters will be lower quality and on the same level as my star wars fic chapters quality in writing. I am capable of writing better, it is just I do not have enough time to do so.

but regardless, it does nit effect the story so much, I will do this chapter quality every now and then when ut is necessary to put a strong impact and impression onto onto reades.

anyway...

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