The title by which Haj-Ei the Argonian was mainly known to the people of Skyrim among others. Slayer of Alduin, Legate and War Hero of the Empire, Harbinger of the Companions and Archmage of Winterhold College to name a few.
Wherever he walked people would almost instantly recognize and hail him as a hero while any Imperial soldiers would salute their Legate as he passed by and why shouldn't they? Without his talents the world would've ended a long time ago.

It has been close to a year since he defeated Alduin in Sovngarde and that one question has plagued his mind since then, after all, Alduin's soul had escaped his grasp.
While Both Arngeir and Paarthurnax had said that he would return "At the end of time" to fulfill his own destiny and consume the world the main question being when and if there was going to be another Dragonborn after his own mortal life ends to stop him when that time comes or is it the world's destiny to be inevitably destroyed? So it can be reborn?

His philosophical reverie was cut short when his horse suddenly stopped and stomped the ground, trying to get his attention.

"What's wrong Frost?" he asked his loyal steed, despite the fact Frost couldn't speak the two understood each other almost perfectly, an understanding which had saved them both on more than one occasion. Even Haj-Ei had to admit he was much smarter than the more common horses in Skyrim.
Frost pawed the ground and drooped his ears, after following his gaze he noticed a group down the road, coming towards them, only needing one glance to recognize the uniforms.

'A Thalmor patrol, looks like i'm in luck.' he thought with a smile. To say he despised them would be an understatement of an era and who wouldn't hate those arrogant, racist and condescending elves who think they're entitled to everything just because of some treaty?
Even after he had aided the Empire to victory during the civil war, he had been waging his own small war against Thalmor oppression. Squashing their patrols wherever he found them, sneaking into the embassy and taking everything of value, while assassinating a few more elves on the process.

Even General Tullius had applauded his efforts (secretly of course) and would sometimes offer to slip him some 'misplaced' gold for this. Haj-Ei had refused however, stating that the Thalmor would no-doubtedly investigate the goings of imperial gold with a close eye and if it could be traced back to him, he could be accused of violation of the treaty or worse, treason.

"Good eyes." He whispered to his steed as he unmounted and started making his way towards the approaching Thalmor, before he could get too far however he glanced back at him.
"Stay" He said sternly. Frost replied with a snort and a huff, irritated by the idea of being left out of a battle, but Haj-Ei knew he would obey. He made his way to "greet" the Thalmor.

'They dont recognize me? Must be the helmet.' He thought, grinning behind his Daedric helmet as an devious idea came to mind. "I think you know who i am Thalmor scum, especially once i do this."

As time slowed to a near standstill he unsheathed his greatsword from his back and dashed right into the group of elves. To them appearing as no more than a blur as he zipped among them, carving the soldiers one-by-one with mighty swings, leaving them no time to so much as scream.
When time returned to normal, the patrol's warriors had all been left on the ground in bloody heaps, leaving only the mages left. The head Justiciar glanced at the scene behind her, horror evident in her eyes.

"H-h-how did you?" She stuttered, still trying to comprehend what had transpired.

"Now do you know who i am?" He asked with a smug grin, which unfortunately for him, went unnoticed by her.

"Oh g-gods." One of the mages said with an almost trembling voice "It's the Dragonborn!" He finished with a yell.

Haj-Ei, instead of responding, sunk his sword blade first into the soft ground before proceeding to remove his helmet and placing it on top of the pommel, as if to mark a grave.
He gave them a wide grin, exposing all of his sharp teeth.
"Correct."

Before the remaining Thalmor could respond he continued "I've been itching to try this new spell i've been developing, and you'll make for an excellent test group." He spoke as he cracked his knuckles and began channeling magicka into his palms.

"Don't just stand there!" The head Justiciar yelled to her remaining subordinates.
"Kill him!"

The other mages began charging their own spells, apparently they were still more afraid of their superior than the Dragonborn, however, he had anticipated that they'd try to interrupt his casting.

As the Thu'um left his lips his body was coated in the familiar etherealness, giving him the appearance of a ghost.

The Thalmor mages desperately tried to stop him from casting whatever spell he was trying to cast, Thunderbolts, Icy spears and Firebolts all were thrown at him but they could only look in horror as each and every spell they hurled at him simply passed through, as if he wasn't there at all.

The mages abruptly stopped when several hovering Bound Swords materialized around the Dragonborn.

"Bound Swords? Really?" Asked the head Justiciar with her normally arrogant voice, making no effort to conceal her sarcasm. "That's nothing new, even an Altmer child could accomplish that." She continued with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

Haj-Ei merely grinned at her, before flicking his hand and as if on cue the Bound Swords turned to a horizontal position, blades towards the mages.
"Take your last breath." He spoke darkly as the swords were sent flying towards their hapless targets with another flick of his hand, with two swords impaling each mage in the chest. "I'm not done yet." And as he snapped his fingers, the blades began glowing brightly and promptly exploded, while still stuck on their targets.

Unfortunately he had vastly underestimated the force of the explosion as the mages were turned into giblets and fountains of crimson, quite a fair amount of it landing onto Haj-Ei's armor and face.

Once the dust had settled he gazed at the scene he had created with awe, and spoke the first thing that came to mind.

"So much blood!" He roared.
"I guess i poured a bit too much magicka into that spell." He continued as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his face.

Now only Haj-Ei and the lead Justiciar remained, she glanced the scene behind her with complete terror. Almost effortlessly the Dragonborn had devastated her entire entourage, six warriors and three mages lay dead, some in unrecognizable heaps. She turned to face the Dragonborn, mute, unable to form any coherent sentence.

"Not so high-and-mighty now are you?" He spoke with a wide smile as seeing those arrogant Thalmor broken like that brought pleasure like none other to him. "Now stay right there and this'll be relatively painless, not that you'd deserve a quick death, Thalmor scum." He finished the last part with a snarl as he began charging a Thunderbolt into both of his palms, combining them in a dual-cast

"Now, before i destroy you, there's one thing i want you to remember as i send you..." His gaze trailed of as he fell into deep thought before refocusing "Wherever it is you elves go when you die."

At those words she seemingly snaps out of her stupor and tries to run away "Mercy!" She yells.

"Talos rules!"
Haj-Ei yelled at her back before unleashing his charged Thunderbolt, which hit it's target dead-on, causing her body to disintegrate, leaving only a pile of smoking ash behind.

'And that takes care of that.' His job done, he retrieved his helmet and sword, placing the former on his head and sheathing the latter on his back.
He whistled for Frost who promptly galloped to him and as he mounted, he took one last look at his handiwork.
'Clearly that spell still needs some work.' He thought as the pair set off along the road once more.

The night had been mostly uneventful after that encounter with the Thalmor and after reaching Whiterun, he swiftly made his way to his local dwelling and collapsed on his bed, both the journey and the fight with those elves having taken their toll.
The next morning however he immediately regretted falling asleep with his armor on, as pain assaulted every muscle in his body. "Oh gods that hurts." He muttered to himself. Much like the way it looks, Daedric Armor is NOT comfortable to sleep in.

Struggling against the pain, he stood up and proceeded to flex his limbs and back, creating a chorus of popping sounds, he sighed in relief as the aches began to subside. 'I seriously have to stop falling asleep in my armor, would save alot of aches.'

As he glanced out of a nearby window he saw that the sun was already high in the sky, not that it mattered much, being an adventurer meant quite liberal use of one's sleep cycle, with nobody telling him when to wake up for work or something of the sort.
With a smile he left his room and started making his way towards the front door, before he got halfway though, his stomach decided to growl loudly.
"Oh yea, better grab some grub before heading out." He spoke to no one in particular as he walked to the table to take inventory of items that might sate his hunger.
His usual diet consisted of whatever he could get in the wilds, be it rabbit, pheasant, deer or fish and what he didn't eat immediately, he would cook, salt and preserve for later use as convenient field rations. Although one time when game had been scarce, he was forced to eat a frostbite spider, something he wasn't looking forward to doing ever again.
Not only did it taste like rotten eggs, his breath smelled so horribly rancid he had to wash his mouth daily for three days with raw alcohol just to get the stench off.

Shuddering at the memory, he continued rummaging through his enchanted knapsack that served as his inventory which had been made especially for him, it could hold any reasonably sized item in unlimited amounts but it did have a single weakness.
Any item placed in it would have its weight completely unaffected, meaning he couldn't go around carrying tons of stuff without feeling like he was hauling boulders.

After some consideration he opted for a simple Salmon Steak sandwich with some vegetables, or 'Soldier's meal' as he called it. After finishing his impromptu breakfast with a bottle of mead, he departed from his home towards Jorrvaskr to see if The Companions had received any job requests that awaited for completion, before he could get far however, an all too familiar figure approached him.

"I've been looking for you, got something im supposed to deliver, your eyes only." The courier spoke in his usual flat tone.

'Oh gods, what does he have for me this time? Someone died again and i'm to inherit his gold?'

"Let's see here. I've got a letter addressed to you, didn't say who he was, just that he was a friend of yours." He handed out a letter from his satchel. This got his attention, the only time the courier said the letter was from a friend was the time when Delphine had discovered another Word of Power, but that didn't make sense. He already knew every Thu'um there was. Looking at the letter, it was a simple folded piece of paper with a wax seal.

What threw him off guard however, was the insignia on the seal; A Thorny Rose.
"Looks like that's it, gotta go" The courier finished but at this point, Haj-Ei wasn't listening. Instead his eyes were glued on the wax seal, an insignia he knew all too well, reluctantly he opened it and began to read, it was written in the most elegant cursive he had ever seen.

To my favourite Champion.

I must say after watching your progress, not only have you brought an endless amount of joy to your dear old Uncle Sanguine, but you have also crushed plenty mortal dreams and spirits with your actions, which means more mortals for me to drag down the path of sin.
Not to mention your simply epic battle against Alduin in that realm the Nords call Sovngarde which was simply splendid entertainment in itself. With that in mind, seeing as the anniversary of that very battle is fast approaching, i believe that a celebration is in order, with ME as the host and YOU as the guest of honor.
The fun begins 13th of Frostfall.

Signed by your favourite Prince.
Uncle Sanguine.

PS. I'd advise you to take this offer, it's not often i give my favor so freely.
PSS. No there wont be any of my 'Special Brew' (Unless you specifically ask) and no i won't make you spread merriment this time around, you have already provided more than enough entertainment to last me atleast a century.

He folded back the letter, still flabbergasted by what he had just seen, the very Prince of Debauchery had just contacted him who wanted to throw him a celebrationary party, the same prince who had once before gotten him seriously drunk, and THEN had dragged him half-across Skyrim doing drunken pranks.
Pranks that He had to fix the following day.

But then again, what choice did he have? Like he said in the letter, trying to defy and possibly angering a Daedric Prince would have very serious repercussions, his head falling in defeat, he checked his calendar.
"13th of Frostfall, that's.... Oh, that's today." But what surprised him was that Sanguine hadn't described a location or even a time of day.
'How in Oblivion am i supposed to get to this party if i don't even know where or when it is. Oh well, no use worrying about it, might as well prepare for what's to come.'

After he retrieved his gear he thought was suitable, he decided it would be best to take a nap prior to the 'party' Sanguine was going to throw him to gather strength as he knew this would be a long night.
During his slumber, he suddenly felt slight tingling course through his entire body as it was engulfed in a purple aura, and then his body vanished.
When the teleportation spell finished, he instantly jumped to his feet and gripped his sword's hilt, ready to counter any threat.

"And there's the guest of honor." A voice spoke behind him, a voice he hadn't heard in a long time.
Slowly he turned to face his captor, his hand still gripping the hilt, what he saw before him was a black skinned figure with an equally black hair and horns on it's head, blood-red tattoos adorning it's face and eyes like black pits, lacking both pupils and irises and wearing a set of Daedric Armor, same as he.
When he recognized who it was he visibly relaxed.

"Couldn't you at the very least warn me first before teleporting me?" Haj-Ei asked with annoyance.

Sanguine however was smiling "Now now, where would the fun be in that, this is a surprise party after all." He replied, his voice carrying a slight slur as if he was on a constant state of inebriation, which made sense since Drunkenness was part of his sphere.
He began tapping his chin, as if in deep thought. "Although now that i think about, maybe i shouldn't have written that letter if i did intend this as a surprise."

Before Haj-Ei could facepalm at the statement, Sanguine continued "Ah but that's in the past, this is now. Now the party can begin." He took a step to the side and gestured at the banguet table behind him, where several guests had already gathered at the benches, seemingly waiting for the Guest of Honor to join them.
Sanguine lead the Dragonborn to the two elaborate thrones sitting at the far end of the table, once he was seated, Sanguine began tapping a wine glass with his clawed gauntlet.

"My faithful worshippers." He began "Your Uncle Sanguine would like to raise a toast." And on cue the other guests raised their own glasses.
"To the Dragonborn, for being such a fabulous source of entertainment, and for delivering so many mortal souls for me to drag down the path of sin and debauchery with his actions and adventures."

"Skool!" Sanguine spoke loudly as he emptied his glass. "Mmm. Say what you want about the Cyrodiils, but they make darn good brandy." He finished with a grin.

The party got into full swing after Sanguine's little speech and for the following hours, people ate, drank and laughed as Sanguine recounted some of the Dragonborn's more... eccentric adventures, some of which made him slightly embarrassed but despite himself, even he chuckled at the memories, especially the part about a female Dunmer mage practicing her spells on him.
As the party dragged on, he silently cursed himself for being born an Argonian as his immunity to poisons gave him a way higher tolerance for alcohol than other species, fortunately, the liquor being served to him had been spiced up just right, courtesy of Sanguine so he too could enjoy the delights of drunkenness.
He chuckled slightly as he remembered one boast he once made in a tavern, that he could drink enough for even a Nord to die from alcohol poisoning without him passing out, a boast he had won by the way, that empty mead barrel being a testament to that.
Looking around him, the other guests all had passed out at this point and were either leaning on the table or lying on the floor, leaving only Haj-Ei and Sanguine still conscious, though the former only barely.
Sanguine looked around the unconscious guests and whistled "Amazing mortal, you have quite the endurance to stay up for this long, i'm honestly impressed." Despite the fact he had drank just as much, if not more than him, his voice was only slightly more slurred than it had been at the beginning.

He merely smiled at the question "My dear mortal, what do you think i've been doing these untold millenia that i've been in existence? Drinking liquor is like shagging a good courtesan or eating a well prepared pork roast, you just need to know what you're doing." Haj-Ei snickered at his bluntness, an another trait of his sphere.

"Wellsh, i thinks i'm ready to calls it quits." He tried to stand up from his throne, a feat that proved to be quite the challenge, after some stumbling, falling and a few curses which invoked a hearty laugh from Sanguine, he finally succeeded, albeit barely.

"You're definitely going to have a serious hangover the next morning, oh well, your fault for not stopping early enough." He spoke in a slightly mocking tone as he took another sip.

He gave him a wide smile before replying "It would be my pleasure, my Favourite Champion. Do keep ol' Uncle Sanguine in your prayers as you continue your life." As he finished, his gauntlet began glowing and he snapped his fingers.
The Dragonborn once again felt the jolt course through his body as it was coated in a purple aura, and then he was gone.

But this time something was different, the transition seemed to last longer, atleast to him, when his body finally reconstructed itself, there was a strange feeling accompanying it.
The air whistled in his ears, his body felt limp and weightless, as if he was floating.
'Why are those clouds moving so fast?' it took a while for his drunken mind to process what was going on but when it did, it struck him like a Warhammer blow to the head.

Turning his body over in the air, he looked in horror at the rapidly approaching building he was falling towards. He knew that from this height, even with a suit of heavy armor, the fall would kill him. Almost instinctively he began focusing his Thu'um, his only chance at survival.
'I only have one chance, i need to get this right, if not, then bye bye Haj-Ei.'

Mere moments after the shout, he fell through the roof with a loud crash, but after that he felt himself sinking into something soft.
'Am i dead?' he turned his head to look at his hand and smiled when he could see through it, the shout had succeeded.
'That was too close for comfort... say, this hay feels... kinda... soft, i think i'll take a nap.'
And with those thoughts, he closed his eyes and allowed darkness to take him. What he didn't realize however was how close exactly, someone was listening.

It was another quiet and beautiful night at the Sweet Apple Acres as Luna's moon shone brightly in the sky. Or it would've been if not for a strange object that was falling rapidly towards their barn.

A sudden, loud yell and an equally loud crash snapped Applejack out of her slumber.
"What the hay was that?!" She yelled.

The Dragonborn Comes

by StressmanFIN

Prologue: A Night to remember