Fjorn Firewolf: A Hero Through Time

(Alright, hey guys.. I'm back.. after about a year of nothing.. I've been putting off continuing the old series for so long both because I've been getting more involved with playing other games and because I've honestly just gotten a little bored with Skyrim after playing it so much over the years. So instead I've decided to skip straight to what would've been the end of the series and label it as the beginning of something new that I've wanted to do from the very beginning. Hope you all enjoy it!)

One day, during my meditation session with Paarthurnax, after he flew away.. He arrived..

A Khajiit wearing heavy metal armor with insignias of Molag Bal engraved all over it. My would-be assassin.

I asked what his business was and he told me that his lord had sent him to kill me, and that he intended to accomplish his task.

I turned around and gave him a warning.

"You have no idea who you're messing with buddy. How about you just walk away and we'll pretend this never happened?"

He begins to approach me.

"Alright, this is your final warning. Leave this place.."

"Or die."

He steps closer.

"Welp, alright.. You asked for it."

As the dagger sliced into my flesh I could feel it's daedric power begin to claw at my mortality.. and it conflicting with the power of my Thu'um which I had tried to exhale with my last breath.. and then..

..I felt it.

My soul had been pulled from existence in Mundus and thrusted back into the Dreamsleeve.. I could feel myself travelling towards Aetherius.. to Sovngarde.. until it stopped.

I was suddenly thrown backwards by what I swear felt like Akatosh himself away from Aetherius and what seemed like back to Mundus.. But for some reason it didn't feel like I was heading toward the Mundus I had departed from before..

Tamriel was gone.. I was going somewhere far from the world I knew.. Somewhere wrong.

TO BE CONTINUED