One-shot of what goes through a Dovah's mind when you think you have the world in your claws, and then someone pulls an Elder Scroll on you.

Marcus thinks he's woken up from a really bad hangover, but his nightmare is just beginning. Not-so-short story on a popular theme. Rated M for some mature language. Please read and review. Thank you!

It been a hundred years since the Last Dragonborn defeated Alduin and saved Skyrim. Now a new threat arises, and only someone with an unusual background can prevent a great evil from destroying an entire realm. (A/N: I had to up the rating to "M", because of certain language and situations that may crop up. Thank you to Samantha Bianchi for fixing my bad Latin in the title.)

What happens when several Dragonborn meet for the first time? A short fanfic based on an idea from my daughter. One-shot, unless we get enough positive reviews. Please read and review, thank you!