[ EU ] The Dragonborn is now worshipped as the Tenth Divine but historians are still arguing on his or her race , faction , and overall history . Who was the Dragonborn ?

Hodgar leaned back in his chair, allowing his stiff back to crack, releasing the pressure his hunched stance had accumulated. It was never comfortable here in the dank chambers of the Temple of the Order of the Ancestral Moth. Still a mouthful, but Hodgar still felt special for having been accepted into the Order. 
 
 He had only been given a few peeks at a few Elder Scrolls, but now he prepared himself for the first he'd be charged with reading. Elder Scrolls, mysterious artifacts that seemed to defy time and space themselves, and now one would be his own pet project. 
 
 He had been studying on the history of the subject this Elder Scroll supposedly told. It dealt with the astonishing time when a Dovahkiin had arrived, right after the Empire had been fractured by the White Gold Concordat. Skyrim was teetering on seceding from the Empire, and it seemed that war was going to devour the whole province. 
 
 Hodgar recalled the legends, ones that told of a man who mastered the arcane magics of the College of Winterhold. Then others that told of a woman who became a master thief, a servant of Nocturnal herself, and plundered riches from any and all she felt deserved it. Still, others told of the Dragonborn being an assassin, a Werewolf, a Vampire and more and more. 
 
 The only thing that was sure, was that the individual *was* Dragonborn. That they commanded the Thu'um. That they cast down Alduin. 
 
 *Three Weeks Later* 
 
 Hodgar pored over the Scroll. It was impossible, but then, everything seemed possible when one read the Elder Scrolls. He could feel his eyes burning, and searing. The edges of his vision were glistening with white light. He had to take a break soon, or he'd go to quick to his permanent blindness. 
 
 But... he looked a bit longer. He drank in the celestial knowledge. *Of course. * No wonder it was impossible. Just as there are Dragon Breaks, there are... nodules, in time itself. Infinities that converge. Possibilities bursting at the seams. Hodgar saw infinite Dovahkiin. Dovahkiin that rode Dragons, and Dovahkiin that animated the bodies of his slain enemies. A Dragonborn that totally abstained from violence. Others that stretched into the eons, serving Aedra and Daedra or themselves. 
 
 The Dovahkiin was anyone. And worshiped as he, or her is now... the Faceless Divine. Hodgar rolled the Scroll up. He immediately began penning his findings. This must be sent to all of the right people.
