HERE IT IS!

THE REWRITTEN THIRD IN MY SELF-INSERTION SERIES: Becoming a Legend – a Journey into the land of Skyrim

I did this rewrite with the help of my younger siblings and few good friends of mine. It's different than I was going for.


For those that read my Becoming a Hero fic, sorry for the long wait.

For those that didn't, try reading that fic first to get a good idea on who I am and what I can do.

Also for a little tidbit, my other fic: Journey to the Black, is a divergent story from the end of Becoming a Hero and can be read along with this one. Both JttB and BaL are parallel stories and will eventually be merged into on final fic, tentatively labeled: Becoming a Man.

So basically, the order of my current stories goes like this:

Becoming a Hero

Becoming a Legend/Journey to the Black

Becoming a Wanderer – A series of side insertions that will probably stay as one-shots unless I get inspired.

Becoming a Man

Now on with the prologue of…


Becoming a Legend!


Life sucks…

I'm a pretty nice guy. I consider myself a bit of a hero considering I pretty much saved Cyrodiil from a freakin' Daedric Prince of Destruction…

Yet here I am, standing before a frenzied mob of citizens from every race, every single one of them baying for my blood…

As I stare out into the sea of angry faces, a memory creeps to the forefront of my mind. The memory of how I ended up like this; the memory of the day the world cursed the name Lost-Saint…


Seven days after the defeat of Mehrunes Dagon…

I sat on the roof of Cloud Ruler Temple, staring up at the cloudless sky. Or at least I was sitting on what's left of the temple… The once proud Akaviri fortress was nothing but a crumbling ruin atop the battle-scarred mountain. Despite the state of the former fortress, it paled in comparison to the whole land of Cyrodiil. The cities of Bruma, Leyawiin, Kvatch and Bravil were just smoldering piles of rubble. Skingrad, Cheydinhal and Anvil were relatively intact and the Imperial City was a devastated series of districts with the Imperial Palace toppled into the Arena. The Waterfront was pretty much sunk, or at least it would be if there was enough water left in Lake Rumare. The sheer heat and hellish fire of Dagon's entry and his sheer presence evaporated most of the surrounding lake when he first appeared.

Suffice to say that we were pretty much facing famine, widespread chaos and major economic depression. Already the citizens were rioting at the temporary meeting place for the surviving Imperial Council, Castle Skingrad. Already several storehouses have been ransacked and the local guards are being slowly overwhelmed by the panicked citizenry. However the surviving council made an announcement that's managed to quell the uprising, however short the reprieve may be.

I've been accused of high treason. There was much 'evidence' linking me in a conspiracy to not only end the Septim Line, aiding in the death of two emperors, but also being a high ranking member of the Mythic Dawn and a worshipper of various other daedra. The Daedric artifacts and Mythic Dawn robes I had in my possession only solidified the charges.

Sad thing is; I'm the one who told the council to do it. The people need reassurance, an outlet for their despair and I…

…I'm pretty much done…

Don't look at me like that. I'm tired and I've given up…

(Flashback)

"You can't possibly be serious Arthur!"

Jauffre gripped my robes, shaking me roughly. I just announced my plan to him and the Council, a plan to quell the people of Cyrodiil and restore order long enough for peace to return. I was to be sacrificed for the greater good of Tamriel.

"Dead serious Jauffre…"

"God's Blood! This isn't the answer; it isn't the way Renault wanted you to live! Don't let her sacrifice be in vain!"

Jauffre slammed me against the castle rampart, trying to make me see sense. I know he's right but I won't change my mind. I shove him away and leap off the castle wall, grabbing the hanging tapestry to slow my fall and gently land in the courtyard. I head out into the night, heading straight toward the rendezvous point. It was in front of the cathedral where a small platoon on Legionnaires would be waiting to arrest me.

All part of the plan…

(Flashback End)

I stayed in the care of the Imperial Legion for two days until the Guard Captain in charge let me out for one last look around Cyrodiil before my execution. But seeing various piles of rubble just reminded me of all I had lost, so I decided to stay in the ruins of Cloud Ruler Temple until the last day of my now meaningless life.

Even now I hear the clanking footsteps of my guards coming up the mountain path. My execution is tomorrow and I'll finally join Renault…

I'm stand before a bloodthirsty mob, each baying for the river flowing red through my veins…

The headman takes a somber step forward as I kneel before the populous…

I see Jauffre fighting his way through the crowd…

I can't help but remember all the happy times we lived. I can almost see them standing upon that faraway hill…

Martin, humble and noble

Baurus, steadfast and loyal

Maron, cheeky and ever-happy

The Blades, joyful and spirited all

Renault, fiery passion evermore…

Jauffre calls out, his voice lost in the crowd…

I smile at him as the axe descends…

I feel a sharp pain…

It all goes black…