The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

"Each events is preceded by prophecy. But without the hero, there is no event."
Zurin Arctus the Underking

In the waning years of the Third Era of Tamriel, a prisoner born on a certain day to uncertain parents was sent under guard, without explanation, to Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history.

"They have taken you from the Imperial City's prison, first by carriage and now by boat, to the east to Morrowind. Fear not for I am watchful. You have been chosen."

"Wake up, we're here. Why are you shaking? Are you okay?" a dark elf prisoner asked. "Wake up. Stand up. There you go. Quit dreaming. What's you name?"

"John." I said.

"Wow, not even last night's storm could wake you. I heard them say we've reached Morrowind. I'm sure they'll let us go. Quiet, here comes the guard."

"This is where you get off, come with me." the guard said.

"You better do what they say." the other prisoner said.

"Get yourself up on deck and let's keep this as civil as possible."

I moved up to the deck.

"This is where they want you," the guard up there said. "Head down to the dock and he'll show you to the census office.

I went to the dock where another guard was waiting for me.