Following Father's Footsteps

    I was raised by my mother for the most part, with my father leaving when I was only 10 years old. Mother never told me where he went, but she told me to not spend my life waiting up for him. My father's friend and closest ally throughout his adventures, a kind and wise woman, told me the same. As to why, I do not know... But wherever father is, I'm sure he is happy.

     When I reached 18 years of age, I was inducted into the order of my father's friend: The Dragon Sages of Skyrim. The reincarnation of the Dragon Priests of the days of old, but we were not priests who excersised the Dragon's authority in their name. We were guardian angels of sorts, keeping watch over Tamriel, putting down Dragons that dare disrupt the peace, and so on and so forth. It was then I received a Dragon Sage's highest honor. I received a mask of my own "Morokei", as well as the Staff of Magnus the Dragon Priest once wielded. I was to become a powerful mage as my mother and father before me.

     But as time went on, the only masks left unclaimed were Vokun and my father's mask. I was 28 at the time, and a boy who was the son of a girl close to my father was selected to receive Vokun. My father's journals mentioned her numerous times, and he watched her grow up since she was a young age. Her name is Poet and I suppose you could say she is my older sister of sorts, since my mother and father had a hand in raising her to be who she was now. She wanted me to take in her son, just as father took her in, to teach him the ways of the Dragon Sage. So I did, and the day he turned 18, he too was inducted into the order with me as his master. The boy has no talent with the arcane arts, but he could make himself disappear when he wished. Yes haha, his mother told me stories of how he would cause mischief and simply vanish. I see that giving him the title of "Vokun" which meant "shadow" in the Dragon tongue wasn't mere chance. He is a troublesome suboordinate though... but more on him later.

     I on the other hand, I've been dubbed "Child of the Damned", a son of Oblivion, by my fellow Sages. A fitting title for one whose parents served two of the Daedric lords. My father spent millennia in the service of Hermaeus Mora while my mother was a spawn of Molag Bal. Guess you could say that it makes me part vampire. I am sitting at nearly 30, yet I still feel as though I was 20. Whether a blessing or a curse, is a matter for debate, but it just means I am not going anywhere anytime soon. My mother is a gentle woman, but she hasn't been the same since father left us. However, she knows that he did what he did with good reason. I don't know who would read this, but history knows her as "Serana of Castle Volkihar" she accompanied my master, Vahl, in her exploits as Dragonborn. As did my father.

    Speaking of my father, would you believe me if I told you he was the legendary First Dragonborn? I think it's time to tell you reading this, his fate... Many years ago, when I was first inducted into the Dragon Sage order, Vahl and my mother showed me a portal. A portal to the afterlife: Sovngarde. It was simply inconceivable, but it was there I met my father: Miraak. We talked for what seemed like an eternity, and he told me the reason he passed on, was because "it was time" and that only when the time is right, I can assume his previous position. I can only imagine what that could mean... But why? If he had passed on, why wasn't I the second Miraak? As his son, I deserved that much. But his boots are big ones to fill, and as of now, that is my life's goal as well as my duty as a son. To find myself worthy to bear my father's name. That's all a son could ever hope for.