Warning: this is still alpha phase material, read at your own risk! (I really should ask for a beta reader, because I make way too many grammar, spelling, punctuation etc. mistakes ;/ )

Chapter 2: An unwanted diversion

~17th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201~

A fresh breeze calmly tickled my tender body as Ralof, Hadvar and I trekked through the rough wilderness of Skyrim. The gentle tweeting of songbirds could be heard for miles around as I watched many fly to and fro from the various pine trees and natural stone formations, across from the streaming river that lined the paved road. Although my body was on the brink of collapsing, my mind was determined to see this journey through. There was a lot at stake right now. The vivid memories of the town of Helgen burning and that shining black Dragon looming over me were more than enough to compel me further.

I was fortunate that we were moving towards lower altitudes; the village of Riverwood was located in a pass between the Brittleshin Mountains to its left, and the gigantic Throat of the World to its right. I didn't think I could make the trek if we had to wander up the mountain, my body simply couldn't muster up the energy for it. I couldn't even cast a simple Restoration Spell to restore a bit of energy. Thankfully Riverwood lied relatively close from here as well. Simply by following the White River that sprung from Lake Ilinata to the west, we could arrive at the inn just after the sun sets.

As we continued to travel, I occasionally glanced at my companions. I felt uneasy walking amongst the two, almost as if they were a thorn in my side. It wasn't because I hated them or anything ludicrous like that. They saved my life after all.

No, it was because they hated each other and that simply made me despondent inside.

I knew damn well that they were friends in the past, you could see that from their attitude and the heavy emotions sparkling in their eyes when they so much as glanced at each other. It can't be just the Civil War and their different beliefs that divided them, there had to be something else as well. A hint of past friendship echoed between them, one that isn't easily broken. Otherwise they would've set aside their Nordic pride just this once for being in the same boat currently.

I didn't feel like I had the right to pry, but I did try to lift their spirits a bit by asking them questions about the world of Skyrim. I craved a bit of banter and some scholarly insight myself, something to help me take my mind off of the destruction and death that happened half a day ago. They seemed to prefer sulking and keeping to themselves. Well, most of the time. I knew Hadvar at least tried, because every time we walked past a unique landmark, he uttered a sentence or two to humour me. Ralof however, simply grunted at whatever his adversary spoke about. This resulted in them bickering back and forth for a few minutes. Every time they did that, I just used the time to make a mental note of the information received, so I could write it down later.

Now that I let it all sink in, there were two landmarks that truly piqued my interest as we continued to travel. We had bypassed a trio of nine-foot tall menhirs, or standing stones in non-scholarly language. Hadvar stated that the ancient Nords built thirteen standing stones across all of Skyrim, with each having a different constellation carved on its body. One for each month of the year, and the 'Serpent', which has no associated month. These were praying sites, and people from all across Skyrim would sometimes undertake a pilgrimage towards their respective birthsigns, in hopes of receiving some sort of boon. Just like the tales of the ancient Nordic heroes. I tried it out myself too, just for this occasion. I was born under the 'Warrior' sign, eighteen years ago on this very day, and coincidentally we bypassed that one, which was huddled together with the Mage and Thief stone. Maybe, just maybe I would get a spark of birthday luck. Didn't feel a thing though, so I either prayed wrong, or it was a tale of superstition. Nonetheless, it was still a fascinating myth.

The other landmark was something else entirely, located miles away, but still observable from here. Huge stone arches and pillars with carved Dragon heads at the top of the Brittleshin mountains were visible from as far away as the White River. This was one of those infamous Nordic tombs, built by Atmorans in the Merethic Era, during the time where Dragons still ruled Skyrim. This one in particular was called Bleak Falls Barrow, and not a lot of people dared to venture inside it, because it reeked with undead. If I can believe Hadvar's words, these 'Draugr' were cursed by ancient shamans, or priests from the so called 'Dragon Cult' to protect these halls and serve the Dragons for eternity. Due to the bodies being of ancient Nordic warriors, they made formidable opponents. Warriors that I dared not face. It was a beautiful sight to behold from a distance, and no tales of ancient magical artefacts, dogpiles of gold or forbidden knowledge would sway me to venture there, ever.

I must have been deep in thought for quite some time now, because when I finally refocused on my surroundings, I heard both Hadvar and Ralof sigh in relief in unison and look at me with anticipation.

"Riverwood's just ahead, kid. Ralof and I…"

"Can't be seen together, period. Next morning I'll be gone to Windhelm and reunite with Ulfric."

"Ralof…" Hadvar began solemnly. There were a few words stuck in his throat that he did not manage to get out in time.

"Don't say it, Hadvar. I don't want anything to do with you. I only did this for the kid." Ralof growled bitterly, before turning to me.

"Good luck kid, and may Talos guide you." He finally said as he headed to the village and took a sharp left, towards the saw mill. I don't think that I was going to see him any time soon. Bewilderment washed over me as I stared at the ground in silence.

"Saviik?"

Slowly, I turned my head towards Hadvar, who nudged me along.

"Let me escort you to the inn first before I leave as well for a bit. I… need to see my uncle and gather my thoughts. I'll join you later." He stated melancholically as we headed into the village. Ralof's abrupt departure did not sit well with me, so I dared to bring it up.

"What happened between you two? I feel like you were best friends once, but now you can't even look at each other straight in the eyes. Why's that?"

"I'll tell you at the inn, but like I said, I need to gather my thoughts first." Hadvar said with a sigh. He was about to take a step further when the wooden door of a small house to my right was rudely opened.

"I'll show you, I'll not rest until you believe me! It was as big as the mountain and as black as the night! It flew right over the Barrow!" Declared the ragged voice of an old woman as she hobbled on the veranda to look at the mountain in the distance. Hadvar and I immediately glanced at each other, alarmed by the raving of this old lady. Behind her, a Nord with long, blond hair stepped out of the house, grabbed her arm and tried to drag her back into the house.

"Let me go, you dim-witted Casanova!" She said, before starting to cough violently. The young man started to speak up as she tried to catch her breath.

"Mother, Dragons are just folklore. Nobody has ever seen a Dragon for at least a thousand years." The young man said in a condescending tone, which did not sit well with the old woman.

"Y-you think I've grown senile, don't you?" She asked dejectedly.

"Do you know how much chastisement I get from the rest of the village when I play at the inn just because of you?! Your wailing has put this village into disarray for more than one occasion. First it was about a vampire epidemic, then the rebirth of the Dark Brotherhood and now damned Dragons. Nothing's happened yet! Everyone in town think's you're crazy, even Camilla. Your screaming is only making it worse." The young man ended sternly. When he was done, he finally realized that we were staring at him.

"H-Hadvar? And…" He stammered as Hadvar walked towards the two.

"Sven, tell the guards at the barracks that a Dragon's been sighted. It has decimated the entire town of Helgen. My friend and I will make sure Jarl Balgruuf will know of this."

With that, he motioned me to follow as the old woman gave her son an 'I told you so look', while Sven looked at his mom in utter bewilderment.

"Vampire epidemic, Dark Brotherhood rising?" I eventually asked as we finally approached the inn, which was located at the other side of the village, right at the edge.

"Yeah, I always thought that Sven's mother was crazy. Now, I'm not so sure." Hadvar said as I walked up the veranda stairs of the inn. 'Sleeping Giant Inn', kind of a strange name to be honest. Wonder what the story behind this peculiar name is.

"Delphine's the innkeeper, she will help you out. If she's not there, ask for Orgnar. I'll see you in a few hours." The brown-haired Nord in Imperial armor stated finally before waving at me and heading back towards the village center.

When Hadvar was out of sight, I managed to muster up the energy to open the creaking door of the inn and head inside. An aroma of exotic spices, sizzling meat and numerous beverages bombarded my nostrils and made my mouth water as I scanned the warm and inviting tavern.

For such a small Nordic village, I was surprised that some of the tables, chairs and benches were occupied by not only simple villagers, but foreigners as well. Immediately to my right, a huge Orsimer and an average-sized Nord were merrily having dinner with each other. Their armor was leathery in foundation, but plates of metal lined their chests for extra protection. A warhammer and a small one-handed battleaxe, both looking to be made of enforced steel, leaned against the wall next to them. They were probably mercenaries, or simply thrill seekers.

The table next to them was occupied by a Bosmer male and an Imperial female, villagers from the looks of it. Both looked rather familiar with each other, because the two seemed to be in a hearty conversation about the stupidity of Nord villagers and their disdain for foreigners. Pretty odd to see a Bosmer this far north, and if I had to guess, the Thalmor had something to do with it. I wasn't going to ask him that, however.

Another table, one that stood against the wall at a ninety degrees angle from the one the Bosmer and Imperial were occupying, was taken by a bald Redguard wearing yellowish-brown robes, who looked to have survived his fair share of years on the battlefield. He was rather menacing with his fierce brown eyes, long curly black beard and numerous small scars on his head. He didn't look at ease at all in this warm and inviting inn, as he was constantly scanning the various people around him and anxiously holding his right hand to his belt, where a frightening glass mace dangled. He seemed afraid of something or rather, someone suddenly trying to strike him down. He was especially wary of the person sitting at the last table, immediately to my left.

A lone Dunmer woman sat there, quietly sitting in her chair and downing some kind of wine. She was, dare I say it, breath-taking to behold. Long, ashen-silvery hair tied in a ponytail went down her shoulders and she had fascinating, crimson eyes that idly looked back and forth at whatever piqued her interest at the moment.

She had the look of a true adventurer on her, considering the clothing. A frilled, armored skirt as dark as onyx, a matching, leathered and sleeveless breastplate with shoulder pads, stygian fingerless gloves and heeled, armored boots to finish it. A curved sword that was pitch-black in coloration with tints of red was dangling from the right side of her belt and she seemed to carry a silver-colored staff with a levitating orb on her back that emanated a bluish-silvery light. Despite the calm and elegant way she consumed her food and drink, her eyes shone with agitation.

As I continued to stare at her, a sudden 'hey' forced me back to reality. I immediately turned towards the innkeeper behind the small bar, where the sound was coming from.

"Shor's Bones, what happened to you?" The Nord bartender asked as I walked up to him and gave a forced smile.

"You might not believe this, but I was attacked by a Dragon."

The inn would have been dead quiet were it not for the mirthful conversations between the guests, because the bartender was staring at me as if I was cursed by Daedra.

"Dragon you say? But aren't they extinct?" He asked me while he immediately popped open a bottle of strong looking ale and pushed it towards me.

"Not anymore…" I muttered sheepishly, while taking a swig. The bitterness was slightly unpleasant, but I managed to keep a straight face as the innkeeper took a swig of the bottle himself.

"Well, I'll be damned. Hilde's been screaming that she saw a Dragon, but nobody believed that senile hag. If what you say is true, then word needs to go to the Jarl in Whiterun as soon as possible." He said gravely as he took another swig.

"I'm on it, but I need some rest, a good meal and my wounds patched up first. Don't worry, I can pay." I said as I pulled my coin purse from my bag.

"Renting a room's ten Septims a' night, but the food's on the house. You're the one heading to Whiterun to help us out, so the least I can do is give you a hearty meal. What do you want?" I was fortunate that the bartender was courteous for me, even though it wasn't needed. I had more than enough coin to get supplies for a trek to even as far as Windhelm. Mother didn't skip a beat when it came to me.

"Can I have the rib-eye, some cooked potatoes and the tomato soup?"

"Comin' right up. For your wounds, I can give you a cloth and some water to clean the cuts and burns, but as far as I know we do not have any potions stocked in here. You should ask Delphine about that when she's done meeting with her old friends. You could ask that Redguard as well. His name's Isran and a 'retired' Vigilant of Stendarr, but he's an ill-tempered individual. Might not help you at all, but it's worth a try." The bartender stated as he started to gather potatoes in the back. As I turned around to eye the people at the inn, my gaze kept wandering at that Dunmer woman.

"Who're the rest, if I may ask? Place's rather busy for such a small village." I inquired when Orgnar arrived back at the counter.

"Ay, it's been that way ever since this damned civil war broke out. Mercenaries like the ones in the back have been hired by the Jarls to keep the roads clear from bandits. Trade's been stagnating due to the rise of banditry on Skyrim's roads. Only the Khajiit caravans dare to venture without an Imperial escort. Some of the lot are asses, but Delphine's usually the one who 'deals' with them. Don't know who that Dark Elf is though, and I'd rather not find out. Looks like a Daedra worshipper to me. Arrived here at dawn, cursing at some old geezer named Neloth. Delphine didn't comment on her, so I guess I'll have to let her stay." He ended as started to head down a set of stairs in the back.

After a bit of contemplating, I decided to follow the man's advice and proceeded towards the man known as Isran, who was quietly drinking from his mug. As soon as I approached him, his head started to slowly turn towards me. Condescending brown eyes scanned my appearance as I stopped in front of him.

"Go away, child." The old Redguard growled dismissively. It became immediately apparent that he had no desire to help out a person in need, despite donning the brown and golden robes of a Vigilant of Stendarr. I decided to stand my ground and urge him on.

"Isran, sir. I was told that you are well-endowed in the restorative arts. You see, I was attacked by a monster and I was hoping if you were willing to help me out." I asked the man with the politest tone I could muster. That seemed to spark something inside me.

"Stay still, boy. Let me have a look at you." He immediately growled as he stood up. He proceeded to eye me up and down, his eyes especially focussing on my neck.

"Superficial burns, many scrapes and cuts, no fang marks… no vampire…" The man muttered as I stood there uncomfortably.

"Tell me boy, what kind of 'monster' attacked you?" He finally asked as I gulped from the look he gave me.

"A-a Dragon, sir." I stated sincerely. At first, the man just stood there with a contemplative look on his face. Then, he simply decided to sit back on the bench.

"Y-you're not going to help?" I asked in utter disbelief. I guess the innkeeper wasn't kidding that this man was an ass. The tone of my voice seemed to have stuck a nerve because he immediately stood back up.

"Don't play me for a fool, boy. I've no desire to help out people who utter clear nonsense. Dragons have been dead for centuries. You're probably one of those rookie pyromancers, unable to control their own fire. No, I will not help you, and shod off before I do it for you." He growled as he stood there with his chest puffed out threateningly. The inn turned eerily quiet from the display.

I felt a pang of fear creeping up inside me from the rude and menacing way I was addressed, but I kept standing my ground. I was desperate for some help, in a way. If I didn't get to Whiterun as soon as possible, the entire population of this village was at stake. I wanted to plead, but the sudden clacking of heels alarmed the two of us.

It was the Dunmer woman who both caught our eye. With her staff in hand, she walked up towards us and pointed the glowing orb at me. A magical stream, silver in coloration, engulfed me, subsequently healing my wounds.

"Wow, that was difficult." The woman stated sarcastically as she eyed Isran with a bemused stare. Isran gazed murderously at her, but she didn't seem too fazed by it.

"How difficult is it to patch up some kid, 'Vigilant of Stendarr'?" She asked mockingly as her crimson eyes stared daringly at the Redguard, who towered over her slightly.

"Ridicule me all you want, witch. One misstep, one error, and I'll cut you down like the scum you are. Daedra worshippers serve no place in Tamriel." Isran growled as his hand twitched next to the hilt of his mace. I simply stood there, dumbfounded at what was currently transpiring.

"Oh no, she's a Daedra worshipper! Stendarr, save me from my peril!" The woman howled as she made rather exaggerate motions of panic, before turning deadly serious again.

"Boohoo, I worship Daedra, I admit it! You do realize that practically every Dunmeri citizen worships the Tribunal, comprised of three Daedra Lords?" The woman ended with a scoff.

"Meh, you're not even worth my time. The only thing you Vigilants are good at is uttering out your nonsensical diatribes. When was the last time you did something useful anyway? Now if you excuse me, I have a meal to consume." The Dunmeri ended with a smirk as she elegantly walked back to her table. Isran said nothing, merely growling as he took his own seat. It seems that she hit the nail in the head there, considering the sudden meekness of this imposing individual. Maybe that's why he retired from being a Vigilant, because he found them more bark than bite? Or his colleagues just found him an ass and 'made' him retire.

Slowly but surely, the merry atmosphere of the inn started to return as I quietly headed towards the Dunmer and took a seat next to her.

"By Azura, and I thought Neloth was an ass. Guess who just took the number one spot." The lass sighed as she returned to eating her food.

"Neloth? As in, famous Telvanni wizard?" I asked her curiously. From what I know, Master Neloth is one of the most powerful wizards on Tamriel, arguably the most powerful one alive.

"Famous? Hah! He'd wish. Bastard thinks he's the biggest hotshot on Solstheim, yet he does not dare dealing with the affairs of the Redorans there. I didn't even want to become his apprentice initially. Wanted to become Master Fyr's student, but he hasn't been seen for more than two hundred years now. Well, guess I had to go for the second fiddle." The lady mused as she took a swig of her wine. I kept staring at her in contemplation. Why did she just help me out like that?

"Hey, uh," I began awkwardly.

"Lunasa Argenthys of House Indoril," She quickly introduced as she continued to eat.

"Thanks for helping me out. My name's Saviik Dragonfist." I managed to say afterwards. Lunasa finally decided to look at me in the eyes.

"Saviik? Strange name for a Nord, never heard of it. Anyways, you're welcome. The Redguard's been pestering me with his death stare ever since I arrived here. T'was a good opportunity to set him straight. Besides, a bashed in face wouldn't do a cute boy like you justice."

I blushed slightly from the compliment. I knew that Dunmer, especially young lasses, were rather frivolous compared to other races, if you can believe the Biography of Barenziah of course. Still, her boldness l caught me off guard. Also, she called me boy, which I found strange on her part.

"Boy? You don't look that old yourself." I told her as she gave me an amused glance.

"201 years and counting." She replied, which took me quite aback.

"I knew Mer age more slowly than Men, but 201 years? You still look so…"

"Young and beautiful?" She asked me cheekily. I did not reply as I looked away awkwardly. She scoffed at that.

"Pff, admit it already. As if your drooling wasn't apparent enough. What I wonder though is why you looked so pathetic when you arrived here. It's as if Molag Bal fucked you in the arse and you survived." She asked me as she continued consuming her food. I was still perplexed by her crude, informal language and flirty mannerisms. I expected elegance and dignity from a Dunmer like her, but I couldn't say that it upset me. On the contrary, somehow it kept me at ease.

"A Dragon attacked me." That statement seemed to make her stop eating to scrutinize me.

"So you were speaking truthfully back earlier? Guess the prophecy is true, then. Honestly thought it was a Fire Atronach at first, considering the many burn marks you had." Lunasa stated knowingly.

"Prophecy, what do you mean?"

"The Prophecy of the Last Dragonborn? Sheesh, you don't even know your Nord songs and ballads?"

"I've lived my whole life in Cyrodiil. Don't remember people there singing of a 'Last Dragonborn'. Mostly ballads about Reman Cyrod, Pelinal Whitestrake, Saint Alessia and Tiber Septim, basically." I told her with a shrug. I watched as she shook her head in utter disbelief and proceeded to grab something from her pouch.

"Well, let me enlighten you then." She declared as she pulled out a book with a black wrapper. It contained the symbol of the Imperial Dragon with the words: 'The Book of the Dragonborn'. Immediately she browsed through the various pages, before stopping on a particular prophecy.

"Read it." She urged as I scanned the page thoroughly.

When misrule takes its place at the Eight corners of the World,

When the Brass Tower walks and time is reshaped,

When the Thrice-Blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles,

When the Dragonborn ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls,

When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding,

The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn…

There it was again, that same spark I felt when I looked into the eyes of the black Dragon at Helgen. If I'm not mistaken, it felt like a… déjà vu?

"World-Eater…" I muttered thoughtfully as I stopped reading.

"As Zurin Arctus once claimed, 'Each event is preceded by prophecy, but without the hero, there is no Event.' Now it simply falls on whether a Dragonborn will appear, because only him or her can defeat Alduin and restore balance to Mundus." Lunasa ended as she closed the book.

"Those lines, they're historical events." I said after a small bit of silence between the two of us.

"Yup, first line's about the Imperial Simulacrum. You know of it?" Lunasa asked as she cupped her head in thought.

"Yeah, I know of it. It was an important part of the history of the Septim Dynasty. Jagar Tharn imprisoned Emperor Uriel VII in 3E 389, using the immensely powerful Staff of Chaos. For ten years he was imprisoned, but was eventually saved by the Eternal Champion in 3E 399, who recovered the eight pieces of the Staff and slew Jagar Tharn." I told her as I reminisced the many lessons of history I received back home.

"Uriel VII was so grateful of him that he named him the 'Eternal Champion'. History books don't state his real name, however." Lunasa murmured as she tilted her head.

"I only know that he hails from Cyrodiil and was a minor official of the Imperial Court. No name whatsoever indeed."

"Like any other prophesized hero, basically. Now, back to where we left off. The second line is about the Warp in the West. Read the book with the same name. Mind-boggling stuff, those Dragon Breaks."

"Dragon Break? Don't recall hearing any mention of said term in the book."

"True, it's a term used only a few times in the history books. A Dragon Break is some sort of space-time anomaly. It's something like the birth of many alternate realities that knot into each other, subsequently creating a final reality where time flows linearly again. For it to occur, a massive amount of energy is needed." Lunasa stated as she visibly glowed with excitement. I found it surprising that she knew of things like this. Her appearance didn't really give me the scholarly vibe at all. She looked more like a powerful Dunmeri spellsword for hire.

"Like the activation of Walk-Brass, the Numidium, by who the history books call 'The Agent'?" I asked rhetorically, finishing her sentence.

"Exactly! From what I know, he was a Breton male and a close friend to Emperor Uriel VII. They say that he gave the Totem of Tiber Septim to five different parties and even himself." Lunasa quipped as she took another swig of her wine. Wait, I didn't know that at all. What kind of references did she have to know about this? As far as I knew, the Warp in the West was utterly incomprehensible to the people who lived through it and who made notes of them, so why did she know of this? Before I could ask her, she was already moving on.

"I know practically everything about the third line, it is a tale from my home after all. The reincarnation of our house's greatest hero and founder, Indoril Nerevar! The Nerevarine finally ended Dagoth Ur's hold on the island of Vvardenfell and then ended the reign of the false Gods, restoring faith to the true Tribunal! There have been many proclaimed Nerevarines over the years, but none were like this particular Dunmeri male who survived all the Ashlander trials to test whether he was the true one. I've tried to pry Neloth with answers and Rose-Mother as well, but they've kept their lips sealed. Last thing I know is that he went on an expedition to Akavir. He was never seen again afterwards…"

"The Tribunal were that loathed?" I asked her curiously.

"No, not by me, at least. I may be a priestess, but even I know that Daedric Princes can be equally horrible as kind. The old Tribunal has done many things to help our people during their reign, but they also took credit for things they did not do. They weren't really 'gods'. More like mortals with divine powers tapped from the Heart of the Missing God. The Nerevarine simply delivered justice." Lunasa ended as her tale of the Nerevarine came to an end. How does she know these things? Wait, she said she was a priestess of some sort… A priestess of the True Tribunal perhaps? If she had some affiliation with the likes of Azura, then maybe she's able to gain knowledge directly from her? Before I could ask her all those questions, she was already continuing on a whim.

"The other part tells about the Red Year. In 4E 5, Baar Dau crashed into Vivec City, because the device that made sure it stayed afloat got damaged. When it finally crashed into the earth, its vast energies made Red Mountain erupt. I was a little girl during the Red Year. Friends around me either died out as a result of the disasters or the Argonian invasion that arrived after that…" Lunasa muttered solemnly. With all her years, she must've gone through a lot. Can't imagine what she went through and I had no right to ask her that. I simply listened and gave her the notion that I cared. After a minute of silence, her smile returned.

Next one is about the Oblivion Crisis. Don't need to explain that one to you, if you hail from Cyrodiil."

"Ah yes, the notorious Oblivion Crisis I've been bombarded with during the history lessons when I was young. To sum it up, Mehrunes Dagon managed to invade Tamriel due to the Dragonfires being extinguished and the assassination of Emperor Uriel VII. The Hero of Kvatch helped Martin Septim to relight the Dragonfires and subsequently destroy the Amulet of Kings to turn into the Avatar of Akatosh. With that power, he defeated Mehrunes Dagon and forever sealed Tamriel from the Prince's harm." I ended.

"The Hero who also ended the Auroran Crisis and participated in the Greymarch. Some legends claim that he became the new Sheogorath, after defeating the old one." Lunasa said in wonder.

"That's… ridiculous." I immediately declared. How can someone become a Daedric Prince?

"Is it? You mean that you don't believe in even the strangest tales? Maybe the Dragon you saw was just an illusion." Lunasa quipped with twinkling eyes.

"Fair point, I'll take back my words." I laughed, but it still sounded rather ridiculous.

"And it tells of the fall of the Imperial City by the Thalmor." That one stung deep. Not necessarily for me, but my father especially never outgrew his biased hatred for Altmer.

"Yeah, from what my father told me. Nobody was safe from the Thalmor during the Great War and especially the Sack of the Imperial City. Fathers were murdered, mothers were raped and children were either brutally beaten down or enslaved. My father never outgrew his hatred for Altmer." I ended solemnly. The cruelty of war knows no bounds.

Upon noticing my meek demeanour, Lunasa decided to continue out of respect.

"Let's skip to the second from last one. You know about that?" She asked as she finished her meal.

"I guess it has something to do with the current Stormcloak Rebellion?" I didn't know this for certain, but it was the first thought that came in my head.

"Ulfric Stormcloak used the Thu'um, or Dragon Shout in Tamrielic, to shout Torygg down. Then, he slew him. T'was hardly a fair match and one not entirely recognized by the many Holds of Skyrim. Ulfric doesn't want to adhere to the White-Gold Concordat, but Jarl Elisif the Fair wants to keep relations with the Empire, because without it they would easily fall prey to the Aldmeri Dominion. If I can say my opinion, I never liked the Altmer to begin with, but I don't really care about Skyrim's domestic problems. I have other matters to attend to." Lunasa simply said as she took one last gulp of her wine.

"And then the World-Eater arrives, ready to end the current kalpa. It's up to the Last Dragonborn to ensure Nirn's survival and defeat the King of the Dragons." Wow, to have to face a Dragon god. The person must be incredibly powerful to manage that. Wait a second, she's talking about Alduin being a king? Is my memory mistaken? Wasn't this 'Alduin' female?

"Well, I'll wish him or her all the luck in the world." I simply said, deciding not to infer on that. Maybe she just made a slip of the tongue.

"If you want to defeat Alduin, you need more than sheer luck." Lunasa stated afterwards.

We kept quiet for some time as we both let our thoughts linger on the prophecy and the events told in it. I kept finding it odd that all the heroes were cast into legend without their real names. Only a title remained that reminded us of their exceptional feats. Who were they before that? What did they do that made them extraordinary compared to others? I guess I'll never know, but it is nonetheless intriguing to think about.

"Well, my meal's finished. Time for me to leave." I suddenly jolted back to reality when Lunasa spoke and turned to me.

"Where are you heading to?" I asked her. I felt like I was hit by an arrow upon hearing that, even though I barely knew her.

"To Valenwood. Got some business to attend to there. I want to finish this quick, because otherwise Neloth won't teach me shit." She told me as she already stood up. I watched as she placed some Septims on the counter of the innkeeper, where Orgnar was still busy cooking my food. She gave a simple nod, before heading back towards me.

"Wanna walk me out?" She asked in a sweet tone. I gave her a smile as I followed her towards the door. The two villagers and mercenaries gave us strange glances, while the one known as Isran thoroughly ignored us, but I did not care.

When we were outside, I already saw stars twinkling in the night sky. Was it already so late?

"Hey Saviik," Lunasa suddenly began as she surprisingly placed a book in my hand. Upon seeing the Imperial Dragon symbol, I immediately knew what book it was.

"You're giving this to me, just like that?" I asked her with a frown. She simply gave a cheeky smile back, before her mood turned rather somber.

"You know, this was actually the first conversation I had in a long time that wasn't either patronizing, threatening, or forced even. People in Skyrim don't trust Dunmer at all. Windhelm's a prime example of what happens when Dunmer try to coexist with Nords, and you saw the way the Vigilant talked to me as well. Also, Neloth is just an ass. Thank you, for just being yourself."

I could only smile somberly at her as she looked to the skies in contemplation. Eventually, she turned to me with determined eyes.

"I guess I just wanted to give you something, as gratitude, and for being exceptional company in an otherwise boring village. Where are you heading off to yourself?" She then asked as her crimson eyes were like magnets that forced me to look back.

"I'm heading to Whiterun first, to tell the Jarl of this Dragon problem. Then, I'm going to Winterhold to study at the College, like my mom did all those years ago." I answered as I got slightly excited at the prospect. She wrote a letter to the Jarl himself to assign me a 'bodyguard', the damn Jarl! How did she know someone like him?

"Good luck on your travels, Saviik. Maybe, just maybe I'll say hi before I head back to Solstheim."

"I would like that." I declared with a chuckle.

"Of course you will, who wouldn't want to see me again?" Lunasa stated smugly with a cheeky grin.

"That Isran, maybe?" I answered, to which she snorted.

"Point taken. Well, time for me to go."

I watched intently as she turned around… only to turn back to me and suddenly clasping my hands. The air immediately turned rather awkward, but she kept pressing on with a firm hold.

"Hey Saviik, you have the look and behaviour of a nerdy bookworm, a handsome and athletic one, but still a bookworm. Let me give you some practical advice just this once." She began as her eyes turned steadfast.

"W-What kind of advice?" I stuttered, not really understanding what she meant.

"When the time has come that'll forever decide your fate, let your heart guide your path, not what your mind thinks is right." Lunasa ended cryptically as she let go of me while walking away.

"What do you mean?" I asked, dumbstruck at what she tried to imply.

"Lunasa!" I yelled after her, but she was already moving fast. I watched her turn around for a moment with her staff in hand. With a beaming smile, she dematerialized into a floating puddle of silver-colored water and disappeared into the night sky, leaving me to contemplate on my thoughts.

"Lunasa Argenthys of House Indoril…" I muttered with a small smile. There was something about her that made my heart feel at ease. I wonder what a Dunmer like her needed to do in Valenwood?

For the longest time, I just stood there, watching the spot where she had disappeared. It already felt so surreal that some priestess decided to heal my wounds, share past knowledge about the world with me and even give me a book. Before my mind wandered into the abyss even further, I heard Orgnar's loud yelling from the inn.

"Your food's ready!" He yelled as I immediately went back into the inn. As I made my way back to the table I shared with Lunasa moments ago and started to dig in, my thoughts kept wandering towards her and the mystery surrounding her…

Hours went by as I sat on one of the benches of the Sleeping Giant Inn, watching the flickering fire of the stone heard right in the middle. While Isran had already locked himself inside his room, a few other guests had arrived in the meantime. There was the village drunk called Embry, who was pestering Orgnar for more beer. His shirt reeked of booze and from the smell he probably didn't wash it for quite some time.

Sven from a few hours earlier had arrived here as well and was busy with his lute, while stealing glances at the Imperial woman known as Camilla, who had been talking with the Bosmer male known as Faendal. The Bosmer in question was sitting on a chair a few meters away from her as well, angrily scowling at Sven, who returned the gesture with equal ferocity. Camilla didn't seem too happy either with the two of them trying to get her attention. She was currently busy talking with her brother Lucan, who had approached me earlier, asking about the Dragon attack at Helgen and whether I saw the bandits who stole his 'Golden Claw'. Didn't see anything because I was here, of course, so I couldn't help him unfortunately.

The two mercenaries were still chatting away, but they seemed to enjoy watching Camilla as well, much to the chagrin of the two males vying for her attention. There was a love triangle going on here, one I desperately did not want to get involved in.

As I found myself cast adrift while gazing into the calm fire of this tavern, I jolted awake when the creaking door opened. I immediately knew who it was.

I waved at the person, who gave a soft smile while heading towards me.

"Sorry I was late. Talked a lot with my uncle about what happened at Helgen. T'was rude of me not to invite you. Why don't you visit him tomorrow? He can give you some supplies along the way." Hadvar suggested as he took a seat next to me.

"That sounds perfect! Thanks, for everything. If not for you and Ralof, I wouldn't have sat here, drinking my troubles away." I told him earnestly as I watched Hadvar look at Orgnar and putting two fingers up in the air.

"Two glasses of mead, please." He yelled as he turned back to me.

"Don't mention it. Arresting you was understandable, but putting you up at the chopping block was… sorry about that. I'm glad General Tullius arrived in time. He made sure you got a copy of your documents?" Hadvar asked as I laughed awkwardly while scratching my head.

"Just have to make sure I don't lose them, otherwise I won't even get into Whiterun." I replied, thanking Orgnar for bringing our drinks in the process.

"So," Hadvar began as he took a big gulp. "I find it incomprehensible that you survived that Dragon attack. The black Dragon had you engulfed in its flames, yet you were still relatively intact. How, did you cast a spell before you were about to be incinerated?"

After Lunasa had left, I had been giving this some thought as well. How did I survive? The Dragon, Alduin was her name… she sounded scared, alarmed of something. Did the gods take pity on me, because I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or, did the Dragon simply decide not to slay me. I did feel her flames, but I was already out cold before I was truly engulfed. Maybe she took pity on me herself, but that can't be right. She looked like an engine of destruction, one who slew without mercy. She was the World-Eater after all.

"I… I don't know. It feels so surreal that I'm just sitting here, contemplating why I didn't die. I can only thank the Divines for that, I guess." I told Hadvar as I took a swig of my own mead.

"Another mystery unsolved in the world. From the stories I was told, only a Dragonborn can even hope to match the World-Eater. I just hope that the Greybeards will find one in time."

"Greybeards? Aren't they the reclusive monks who live in some sort of monastery at the top of the Throat of the World?" I asked. Mother told me about them, but she never actually met them. They were still important to Skyrim nonetheless, practising an ancient form of magic the Dragons used in ages past. Lunasa said that Ulfric could use the Thu'um as well, so maybe that's why they'd gagged him back on the carriage?

"That's them. They only rarely take in people willing to learn to Shout, unless you are Dragonborn. Then the legends state that they shout to the skies, calling the Dragonborn to head up the seven thousand steps and converse with them, teaching him the 'Way of the Voice'. Talos was the last known Dragonborn to have studied under them." Hadvar ended. Talos of Atmora, Tiber Septim… So many legends that contradict with each other, yet all say that he united Tamriel for the very first time in history.

As we let the information of our small talk sink in for a bit, I eventually opted to ask the 'forbidden' question.

"Hadvar, where is Ralof? Still at his sister's house?"

I watched as Hadvar's face scrunched up painfully as he turned to me.

"He already left. Watched him heading north. We didn't speak, but he kept staring at the inn where you resided for some time." He answered as the mood between us turned somber.

"What happened to you? Don't tell me if you don't want to." I told him, but he waved his hand in dismissal.

"I promised you didn't I? Besides, my uncle said that it would be good for my health to get it off my chest. Would sleep better afterwards and all that." The Imperial captain stated as he shifted in his seat. When he was comfortable, he turned to me and told his tale.

"Ralof and I were born on the same day, just after the Great War ended. We were vast friends, always doing stupid things with each other. One time, when our families decided to go to Whiterun for a holiday at the Bannered Mare, Ralof and I snuck out of the city and painted the sleeping cows at one of the farms close to the city. The next day people were scared out of their minds, thinking Giants had claimed their cattle. We got an earful and a good spanking, but it was worth it." Hadvar said with a good chuckle, before continuing.

"For years, we were like shield-brothers, always fighting together against the world. That was, until I found something out about my parents."

Immediately, the mood turned dark as Hadvar's eyes went downcast. He was quivering and shaking slightly, so I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I heard my parents speaking to a High Elf, a Thalmor Justiciar." He began as his he clenched his hands into fists.

"T-They were spies, working for the Thalmor. Everything that happened in the village, they would tell to the authoritative figures of the Dominion. They were plotting a kidnapping, the kidnap of my best friend's parents. They were looking for someone and Ralof's parents knew about the fugitive."

Hadvar's voice broke when he looked at me in the eye.

"I did not warn them! I didn't dare to defy my parents because I was afraid of the backlash. I could only watch as they tortured their 'supposedly' best friends for information. My uncle Alvor eventually found out about this and proceeded to save them with Ralof's sister's husband, Hod. They were too late, Ralof's parents already succumbed to their wounds without telling a thing. I watched as my uncle cut them down in grief. When Ralof found out, he joined the Stormcloak Rebellion." Hadvar ended as he wiped the tears from his face. I was at a loss of words. For the longest time, we did not speak. I merely held his shoulder compassionately.

"I-I joined the Imperial Legion, because I wanted to prove that the Empire hates the Thalmor just as much as the Stormcloaks do. Gaius Tullius is a good man and an exceptional leader. He did not just come here to end the Rebellion, but also to lend his aid to the victims of Thalmor persecution. He can't do more, because has no more authority than that. We technically lost the war, after all. The Elves rule over us, Saviik, but we will rise again."

"I'm sorry, Hadvar. It wasn't your fault." I told him, but he shook his head.

"No, it was. If I told my uncle about this, things would've been different. Now my friendship with Ralof has broken off, and it's all my fault. I deserve this punishment."

His self-loathing and pain of a broken friendship, It reminded me of my earlier years, before my mother decided to home-school me. I was a lonely kid for the most part. I wasn't one of those macho kids with lots of friends when I did attend a public school. Instead of intermingling with my peers, I preferred studying and dreaming about childish fantasies about the ways of the world. I had only had a bestie, who always loved to listen at whatever childishness I came up with this time, but she left Cyrodiil a very long time ago. Damn, I miss Olivia. That crazy Breton always put me into a lot of trouble. Athletic, sneaky and stubborn. Sometimes I asked her whether she was secretly a Bosmer in disguise because she could move around like a contortionist the same way the tree warriors in Valenwood did. I wonder what became of her when she and her family went back to Wayrest.

"You know, I believe that Ralof doesn't actually hate you. I believe that one day, you two can reconcile. These wounds need to mend, and you two are still young. If I had the power, I would try everything to stop this needless civil war." I told Hadvar with a soft smile.

"Heh, I'll hold you to that, Saviik." Hadvar said, smiling back slightly. While we stopped talking and simply enjoyed each other's company, we suddenly heard a loud bang.

"Huh?" We both murmured simultaneously as we suddenly heard people angrily shouting at each other.

"When will your thick head realize that our organization is gone, Delphine!" A strong-looking Nord with long brown hair and a side part haircut yelled as his forehead practically grinded against the head of a slightly smaller Breton woman with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Both wore simple peasant clothing, but they both had long, slim curved blades strapped to their waists. I immediately recognized them as Akaviri Katanas. Only Blades and Moth Priests wielded these…

"Oh fuck off Tyr! Just because you turned cripple and lost your fervour doesn't mean that I have!" The one known as Delphine yelled back as two Nord women appeared on the scene, accompanied by two other people.

Both women looked extremely alike, probably sisters. Both had long ginger hair, but there was a difference in height between the two. The taller woman, who had a sturdy and muscled build, was clad in heavy looking steel armor and wielded a battle-axe on her back. The smaller one had beads wrapped in her hair and her face was full of white body paint. She was dressed like a shaman who worships the old Nordic gods and its totems, almost like a Reachman.

The other two behind them were an Argonian male and Dunmer female respectively. The Argonian was broad, green and looked like a pirate, while the Dunmer woman, who had long straight raven hair, looked like a sorceress with her elegant blue robes.

"Tyr, husband, calm down." The smaller of the two red-haired Nords softly spoke as the one known as Tyr took a step back with a sigh.

"You've argued enough. Let's go home." The taller one said in a heavier and gruffer voice than her look-alike as she was already heading towards the door.

"One will appear, especially during this time. I will restore us, you'll see." The one known as Delphine said as the four others were going to take their leave.

"You're making a mistake, Delphine. Let the past be the past." The one known as Tyr said finally as he also headed towards the door to the left. The imposing group all headed out of the door, except for the shaman. For some reason she kept staring at me in particular, which I found unnerving. Both Hadvar and I looked on in utter bewilderment as she suddenly walked towards me.

"You…" She suddenly began as every single pair of eyes in the room was glued on the two of us. She even dared to touch my cheek as her blue eyes studied my face. I almost panicked when an orb of light came out of her hand for a moment.

"Hmm, the Totems speak fondly of you. Always remember that they watch over you, even when you lose your way. We should talk when the time is right. Goodbye, for now." The strange woman muttered as she left on a whim herself. I just sat there, unsure and utterly perplexed at what had transpired. This day couldn't get any crazier, right?

"Hmm, don't let her fool you. She's mentally unstable." The one known as Delphine stated as she walked up to us in particular.

"Delphine, who were they?" Hadvar asked her, the two clearly knowing each other.

"Tyr's an old… colleague of mine. The two Nords are his spouses. The other two I don't know." She replied. Oh, so Tyr has wed the both of them? That's uncommon for Nords. Usually the Orsimer were the ones with polygamous relationships.

"I haven't seen you before. What's your name, kid?" The woman known as Delphine asked.

"Saviik, Saviik Dragonfist. I'm staying here for the night."

"Dragonfist? You're General Aquillius's son?" She asked. I nodded at her.

"Yes. Hadvar saved me from the Dragon attack at Helgen. I'm heading to Whiterun tomorrow to warn the Jarl of the incoming Dragon threat."

"You were at Helgen? Must've been rough, kid. It's a good thing that you two managed to escape. Already heard enough shit about what that Dragon did. In any case, have a good evening. I must attend to something." Delphine eventually stated as she disappeared through the door she arrived from.

"Hey Hadvar, I think I'm heading to bed. This day has really tired me out." I began after another while of sitting. This day, I met so many new people, something I had never expected at all. What was that shaman talking about? She seemed to be talking gibberish, but she looked so earnest.

"Me too. I'll see you at my uncle's house tomorrow morning? It's the one with the small forge. We can head to Whiterun together before we part ways." Hadvar asked as he stood up.

"I will, see you tomorrow." I told him as I stood up myself. As I saw Hadvar heading towards the exit, I went to Orgnar to ask him for my room. After I paid the fee, he led me to one of the spare rooms in the back. Without even getting out of my clothes, I simply fell on the bed and fell into a deep slumber.

~18th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201~

I had woken up just before the sun rose over the horizon, well-rested and in high spirits. Although my body still felt a bit sore, with a simple Restoration spell I was able to lift the fatigue away. I took the time to groom and redress myself, throwing the rags that I was wearing the day before away. I put on just a simple tunic, a set of pants and some leather shoes, nothing fancy, really. Still, the smell of my spare clothes reminded me of home for a bit, which was rather nice.

Before heading to Hadvar's place, I was welcomed with a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs and roasted bread, courtesy of Orgnar, who was already up at this time. Isran was already here as well, but remained silent while I was eating. When I had said my goodbyes to Orgnar and headed for the door, he finally decided to say something.

"Look, kid," He began in his heavy and gruff voice as I momentarily stopped in front of him.

"I-I…" The man stumbled in his gruff and heavy voice. Swallowing his pride seemed to be a rather big deal for him.

"Safe travels." He eventually grumbled as I gave a surprised glance.

"You too." I simply said as I went out the door, heading back towards the center of the village. As ill-tempered and mean as he was, he seemed to have a good heart. Being a Vigilant isn't only preaching about the evils of the world, it was also an occupation where you had to protect the innocents and yourself from the real monsters that plagued these lands; Daedra that were intent on harming mortals for their own pleasures. I can only have respect for that.

The walk towards Alvor's house was a short one. Could easily find it as well, because someone was already tinkering away next to the forge.

"Oy! You must be Saviik." Greeted the low voice of a middle-aged Nord male with long, messy blond hair and wearing a blacksmith's apron. His hands were covered slightly with soot and grime, but that did not deter me from shaking the man's strong hand.

"The name's Alvor. Hadvar's my nephew. Heard everything about that damn Dragon attack at Helgen. We're in your debt for risking your head out for us." The man said as he walked towards his house.

"Let's get inside." Alvor stated as I followed him inside. It wasn't very big, had two small bedrooms and a tiny corner that functioned as a bathroom, but it was cozy and inviting. I immediately saw Hadvar sitting on one of the chairs, fully clad in his Imperial armor.

"There you are! Well, no time to waste, the sooner Jar Balgruuf knows about the Dragons, the better." Hadvar declared. As he stood up, I saw a middle-aged Nord woman placing a plate with stacks of pancakes on the table.

"Ah, you must be Saviik! We were just going to have breakfast, care to join?" She asked, almost motherly.

"Uhm, well I…" I stuttered. How was I going to tell them that I already ate breakfast?

"Sorry aunt Sigrid, we really need to leave and…" He began, but as soon as Sigrid's eyes darkened, he merely sighed.

"Well, I suppose a few pancakes cannot hurt…" He stated with a sigh while turning to me.

"Take a seat, everyone. Dorthe, wake up little pumpkin! Breakfast's ready!" Sigrid yelled sweetly as I saw a young girl around ten years old walking towards the table and taking a seat next to me.

Breakfast was eaten rather peacefully here, but the girl known as Dorthe was bombarding me with questions about where I was from, how the Dragon at Helgen looked like and where I was heading towards myself. Thankfully, Alvor and Sigrid made sure that she wasn't getting too energetic.

When we were finished, Hadvar and I immediately gathered our belongings to be on our way. Alvor and Sigrid were kind enough to give me some extra water and other supplies for our trek and utterly refused a few Septims in return. That simple act of generosity sparked a fire inside me, one of determination. The least I could do was warn the Jarl to help them out.

"Whiterun's a day's trek north of here, so not that far." Hadvar stated finally as we waved goodbye to the family of three. Hadvar had picked up the pace considerably compared to our stroll towards Riverwood, but this time I was able to keep up just fine, while continuing to admire the scenery around me as well. Watched a few wolves passing by, simply observing us, more song birds chirping in the trees, a few hares and deer on the other side of the river and even a moose resting by the river. Eventually, a forest biome gave way to open plains full of different kinds of grasses and shrubs. Far in the distance, there stood a massive wall of an equally massive city. The land in front of it was full of farms and cultivated ground. Hadvar told me that Whiterun was Skyrim's trade and agricultural capital. The weather here was usually fair enough for the crops to grow better than in the colder regions and due to its central location it was also the biggest trade hub in Skyrim. From here, travelling caravans full of imports from the south were distributed towards the rest of the regions, but thanks to the Civil War, the trade with Cyrodiil has stagnated. Now, the roads were empty except for a few travelers.

As we followed the route towards Whiterun, we eventually arrived on a crossroads, which marked a three-way point. If you followed the road to the left, you would head towards Solitude. The one in the middle guided you towards Whiterun, while the right one showed the way to eastern Skyrim, towards holds like the Rift and Eastmarch.

"This is where we part ways. I'll make sure General Tullius knows that you're alive and well." Hadvar said as I shook his hand.

"Thank you Hadvar, for everything." I said with a sad smile. The fact that this may be the last time that I saw him was rather saddening.

"You're welcome. Good luck with your studies. May Talos guide you." Hadvar saluted as we both took our separate paths. May he eventually find reconciliation with Ralof.

As I continued to march on, my mind kept wandering towards the various people I met yesterday: from Ralof and Hadvar, to Lunasa and that shaman lady, and eventually lingering on the image of that powerful Dragon who almost killed me. Alduin, the World-Eater. I still find it hard to believe that I managed to survive her onslaught. Was it really fate that she happened to appear at Helgen right at that particular moment? Thanks to her, the Civil War is still alive and kicking, because Ulfric Stormcloak's escaped as well. Maybe that was her intention, to create havoc in Skyrim to draw out her destined arch nemesis? Maybe she was afraid because this 'Last Dragonborn' was secretly at Helgen as well? Well, I hope that hero comes as soon as possible, because the thought of ever meeting her again gives me the creeps.

Before long, my thoughts were interrupted when I heard some sort of… rumbling? Clearly, I felt the Earth beneath me shaking, which was very odd. I was about to look around when I heard a yell coming from my blind spot.

"Watch out!"

Before I knew it, I was whisked away by someone who came from my blind spot and harshly thrown a few meters away. I managed to break my fall and turn around just in time to see a massive humanoid slamming his stone club at the ground on the same spot where I initially stood. Adrenaline started to surge inside me as my breathing turned haggard. I quickly forced myself up, but that seemed to get this monster's attention. I watched in sheer terror as the massive grey giant furrowed his brow and stampeded towards me. My entire body started to freeze up.

"Run, kid!" A female voice roared as a brunette with a reddish tint rapidly moved past me. Clad in fur armor with a few steel plates here and there, she moved in front of me, expertly dodged the incoming slam of the giant and jumped right on its knee. Acrobatically and with surprising strength, she pulled herself up and pulled an arrow from her quiver. I could only gawk as she jumped on the giant's back, made a backwards somersault and released the arrow from her with wolven symbols-adorned bow.

"Hraaarggrr…" The Giant screamed as a scrunch was heard, his cervical vertebra probably shattered. Lifelessly, the Giant fell on his knees and landed with his head a few inches in front of me. Behind it, the woman landed gracefully on the grass with a sigh.

"Are you deaf, kid? I told you to run!" She bellowed as she walked towards me with a disappointed gaze. The strong and beautiful woman had black paint in the form of claw markings on her face.

"Wow…" I could only say as she stopped right in front of me. My astonished reaction made her smile, but she quickly forced herself to give me an angry look.

"You're lucky I was there, kid. You would've either turned into jelly, or torn apart limb from limb. Hork was one mean bastard." She said as she pointed lazily at the giant, who looked to be still breathing.

"Damn you, Aela! Stealing our glory again!" A man roared in jest as two large and strong Nords with long brown hair and fully clad in heavy-plated armor with a wolf symbol on it arrived behind me. The two seemed to be twins, with one of them being slightly burlier than the other one.

"Didn't take you for the heroic type. Usually you're the one who doesn't care about Kodlak's teachings of honor. You're more the glory seeker." The other one of the twins stated as first one walked towards the giant, grabbed his massive warhammer from his back and subsequently bashed the skull in of the giant. I could only look away in disgust as the barbarian kept hammering on the giant's skull.

"Farkas, stop that damn it!" the woman known as Aela yelled as Farkas momentarily stopped.

"Vilkas said that he was still breathing, so I ended his misery." Farkas shrugged as he walked back towards us, while covered in giant blood.

"By Ysgramor, not like that! There are more humane ways to end someone's life…" Vilkas growled while shaking his head. As the three started to bicker with each other, I boldly interrupted them.

"Who are you?" I asked in wonder. That seemed to surprise the trio, until they looked at my clothing.

"An outsider, heh? We're the Companions, we're warriors of honor and might that solve problems of the common folk, if the coin's good enough." The Companions? Mother told me a bit about that group and that the original 'Companions' stemmed from Ysgramor's Five Hundred Companions from millennia ago.

"So, you guys are like the Fighter's Guild?" I asked them.

"In a way, yes, but we aren't just mercenaries. We fight for renown and glory just as much as coin. It has always been our way. If you ever decide to sign up, go visit us at Jorrvaskr." Aela stated as she turned around to face the giant.

"No thanks, not really the warrior type." I sheepishly said.

"I can see that yes, but a bit of sword arm training wouldn't hurt. Well, so long, kid." Aela stated finally as she and her companions started to bicker about how to drag this corpse away. I quickly decided to pick up my pace and head towards Whiterun's walls as fast as possible. Don't want any more unfortunate encounters this time.

It took me another good hour to finally arrive at the gates, only to realize that they were closed. Rows upon rows of citizens were waiting in line to be checked on by the guards. I didn't want to wait for that at all due to the urgency of my mission, so I simply addressed one of the guards directly.

"Go back in line, citizen. Gate's closed with the Dragons about. Official business only." The guardsman, clad in a yellow-colored armor and a helmet that concealed his face, stated dismissively.

"I was at Helgen. I survived the attack. Also, Riverwood is desperate for reinforcements. If that Dragon who destroyed Helgen decides to go there, they're defenseless against it." I stated quickly as I flashed my documents in his face. He scanned them for a moment, before giving them back.

"Fine, go in. You'll find the Jarl in Dragonsreach at the top of the hill in the Cloud District. Just follow the main road through the market. No lollygagging." He ordered fiercely as the gates were subsequently opened by me. I was immediately greeted by a familiar loudness and stench of sweat as I watched businessmen, children and shopping moms walking all around me. To my right, an Imperial woman in a smith's apron was angrily shouting at some Imperial guardsman, a liaison maybe, about some sword order. As I walked further down the street, more shops appeared where various kinds of food, potions and jewelry were on display. The city's market square was also full of people shopping around without a care in the world.

As I continued to move up the hill towards the 'Cloud District', I came across a small little square with a massive tree right in the middle. The tree looked to be dead, but the square and its surroundings were certainly not. Expensive villas and temples lined this square and I even saw a massive statue of Talos, where a priest was yelling at anyone who even dare standing still for a moment to pray. People were walking to and fro from the square, some simply enjoying themselves on the benches, while others were intently listening to the diatribe of that crazy priest. Also, I saw women in healing robes praying at the tree with despondent looks on their faces. Priestesses of Kynareth, maybe?

I simply stood there for a moment, at ease of the busyness of this place. It reminded me of home, but I could also spot some differences as well. The Imperial City for example, was far more crowded than this. Thankfully, this place's wasn't swarmed with Thalmor 'officials' either. In any case, I didn't stay too long and simply moved my way towards a certain set of stairs that led to a massive long house that towered over the rest of the city. If that wasn't the Jarl's quarters, I didn't know what was.

When I arrived at the top of the hill, two guards greeted me with unsheathed blades.

"State your business, citizen." They ordered in unison. I gave the documents Tullius gave me and spoke.

"I have news about the Dragon attack at Helgen."

"Hmm, come on in then, the Jarl's currently not occupied. Just keep heading straight and you'll see him sitting on the throne. I expect you know proper court etiquette?" The guardsmen asked while opening the gate. I simply gave a curt nod, before heading inside.

The insides of Dragonsreach was spacious and lavishly adorned with luxury carpet and Nordic-carved symbols on the wooden pillars and arches which served as the foundation. As I walked up a short and wide set of stairs, I saw two long rectangular tables standing parallel from each other, full of different kinds of food and drinks. Behind that, there was another small set of stairs that led to a gold-adorned wooden throne where a Nord was sitting on, impatiently talking with a cautious looking bald Imperial in regal looking robes and a stern Dunmer woman clad heavily in nimble, leather armor. When the Dunmer woman noticed me approaching, she immediately drew her blade.

"You, stop right there! What is the meaning of this interruption?! Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving visitors." The woman inquired harshly. I was taken aback by the cold reception, but I stood my ground with my hands slightly up in the air.

"Irileth, stop that! Let him through." The Nord sitting on the throne ordered as Irileth begrudgingly let me through.

"Saviik Dragonfist, you're late. I was almost ready to send a letter back to the Imperial City to ask for your whereabouts." The man chuckled as I just stood there with an awkward look on my face as I took a courteous bow.

"Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, my apologies for arriving past the agreed date. I was at Helgen when… that Dragon attacked." I stated apologetically. I was supposed to meet him yesterday so he could assign a 'bodyguard' for me at my mother's request, but currently the Dragon attack is more important. I watched as he alarmingly glanced at the Imperial and Dunmer standing by his side.

"You were at Helgen? Gods, can you tell us what happened?" He asked urgently. "We'll talk about your assigned Housecarl later." He urged as he shifted in his seat. Housecarl? I knew that my mother was familiar with him, but to think that she managed to assign to me a damn Housecarl?! Anyways, back to the matter at hand. How was I going to say this? Is it wise to immediately tell anyone that the so called World-Eater had returned? I should tell the Jarl that in private.

"I was escorted towards Helgen due to some… problems on the road. Stormcloak related…" I began, to which Balgruuf nodded knowlingly.

"Ulfric had been captured by General Tullius, did he not?" He asked.

"Yes, I was there when it happened, but when he was about to be put on the block, we heard some sort of rumbling."

"Rumbling, you say?" Balgruuf asked as he leaned forward with stern eyes.

"We didn't know what it was, initially, so the General and I decided to investigate. Out of nowhere, a Dragon appeared and… well, shouted some sort of magical blast that threw some of us against the nearest building. Chaos then ensued and I could only watch as that Dragon tore through hundreds of Imperial soldiers with ease, burning them to a crisp." I ended solemnly. Retelling this story was depressing, to say the least, but at least I told it to someone who might be able to do something about it.

"What do you say now, Proventus? You think our walls will defend us against a Dragon?" Balgruuf asked gravely to the imperial standing next to him. Before he could answer, I quickly interrupted them.

"Riverwood is in danger as well. They're all in grave danger with the Dragon lurking about. There's no one to protect them from a threat like that."

"But that is a provocation to the Jarl of Falkreath! He'll assume we're preparing to join Ulfric's side and attack him!" Proventus interjected immediately, but he was shushed quiet by the Jarl.

"I will not stand idly by as a Dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people! Irileth, send a detachment at once." Balgruuf ordered as he dismissed Irileth.

"Yes, my liege." The Dunmer warrior stated, before heading towards the longhouse's exit, while whistling at some of the idle guards to follow her.

"Proventus, you're dismissed."

After I watched as Proventus hastily turned around a corner, I turned towards Balgruuf, who surprisingly stood up to shake my hand.

"My apologies for Irileth's behavior. She did not know who you were and she's rather protective when it comes to my safety. You've grown considerably the last time I saw you. You were still a baby back then." The stout Nord apologized. I think that Irileth's a bit over the top, but I wasn't going to say that.

"You and my mom know each other well?" I asked curiously. He knew me by my face the moment I arrived here by after all, while I have no recollection of this man at all, except for knowing that he was Jarl Balgruuf. No mere citizen wears a crown after all.

"I met her a long time ago, before I became Jarl. She was a sage during the Great War, but that's a story for another time. I wanted to thank you. You've done Whiterun a great service. I heard word of Helgen's destruction from one of my was a massacre… The gods must have blessed you for surviving this… ordeal." Balgruuf said solemnly. Well, might as well tell him about Alduin now.

"I wasn't completely straight about the Dragon attack. That Dragon, someone I met at the inn in Riverwood said that it was Alduin." The Jarl's face immediately froze up upon hearing that.

"No, the end times… I hope those Greybeards have found a Dragonborn by now, then. Damn, are you certain?" He asked sternly. I nodded at him as resolutely as possible.

"Then we have no time to waste. I was supposed to assign you a Housecarl upon your mother's request. I owe her my life after all, but that will have to wait. I now need your help more than ever, Saviik. Please follow me." The Nord veteran stated as I quickly followed him towards an adjacent chamber. I saw lots of books, a map of Skyrim and an arcane enchanter in the back, so I presumed it to be the court wizard's quarters.

"Farengar!" Balgruuf immediately yelled as a Nord wizard in blue mage's robes swiftly appeared.

"Is your research coming along?" The Jarl asked. The wizard smiled smugly at that.

"I've been having a breakpoint regarding the secrets of these sudden Dragon resurrections. Even found the hypothetical location of a certain stone tablet that might help us deal with this threat."

"Good, from trustworthy sources I have heard that it isn't just any Dragon we have to repel. We have the World Eater to deal with, the one from the legends." He said gravely as Farengar's face turned pale. He immediately began to rummage through his books, before finally grabbing a particular note of his.

"'And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold, that when brothers wage war come unfurled! Alduin, bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound, With a hunger to swallow the world!' It all makes sense now. Alduin the World-Eater, has returned! He will devour this world if we do not do something about this! My liege, we must acquire the Dragonstone as soon as possible!" The mage urged as Balgruuf wiped the sweat from his forehead. Again, I heard something about the way he talked about Alduin that sounded peculiar to me. He clearly spoke of a he, like Lunasa did, but the Dragon I met wasn't a 'him'.

"Where and what is it, Farengar?" Balgruuf asked urgently as he hung over Skyrim's map, scanning it thoroughly.

"For years I have been studying Dragons and I have always wondered where they had gone all those years ago. I knew of the legends and the prophecy that tells about the rise of the Dragons. One thing continued to boggle me, however. Where did they come from? Where would they appear when Alduin returned to the world of men? I will know the answer to that if I can get my hands on the Dragonstone. From the sources I gathered, it is supposed to be some sort of map of Dragon Burial Mounds. Legends tell that Alduin can raise the dead Dragons from their slumber, but if we can get to those first, we could prevent that from happening." Farengar answered, but he didn't answer the most important part yet.

"Where. Is. It?" Balgruuf growled. Farengar gulped slightly.

"Bleak Falls Barrow."

SLAM

I winched as Balgruuf smashed a small hole into the wooden table with his mere fists.

"By Ysmir, I have no men to spare to gather it with the Dragons and bandits about!" He roared as I took a step back nervously. I felt a cold sweat forming when Balgruuf turned to me.

"Saviik, I know that you've faced enough troubles already in your first days in Skyrim, but I must ask for your help." Oh no, oh no no no! I immediately reminisced what Hadvar told me about that particular barrow.

"J-Jarl Balgruuf… I can't just-"

"Do that for me, and I'll make you Thane of Whiterun. You'll have a home here, where you can rest wherever you decide to stop by. Constant supplies will be sent to the College for your studies, and I'll assign my best fighter to you as your Housecarl. Not even Irileth is as refined as her." Balgruuf urged. Wow, that was not what I was expecting. The prospect of that sounded incredible, but there was one slight problem.

"I-I'm no warrior! Yes I was trained by my parents for a bit, but only a bit! Sure, I can probably locate this 'Dragonstone' with the proper information, but I can't get through hordes of undead and whatever's lurking inside those halls!"

"Like I said, my best fighter will become your Housecarl. You know what, let's just bring her here immediately. Lydia, I have an assignment for you!" Balgruuf roared, his voice booming inside the fortress. Before I knew it, a tall and strong looking Nord woman with long and messy auburn hair arrived, clad in heavy steel-plated armor and a sturdy shield in her hand. She looked incredibly excited, which was clearly the opposite of me.

"Saviik, this is Lydia, your new Housecarl. She'll accompany you on your way towards Bleak Falls Barrow."

As I could only cry from the inside, the bear lady known as Lydia quickly grabbed my arm sturdily.

"A pleasure, Saviik! Now, there's no time to waste, because finally adventure awaits!" She exclaimed as I was dragged away by her. I thought yesterday was the worst day of my life. Well, I was mistaken…

Ladies and gentleman, thank you for reading! I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it (this is still a draft, so please don't completely bash my skull in if you do not like it). Now, I have a few things to elaborate, so here goes.

Regarding Saviik's non-warrior demeanour:

Honestly, back in 2014, I wanted to start out like this in regards to Saviik. For some reason, I made him a very OP character without a lot of depth and stumbled upon ideas in my head that I really really wanted to include as I wrote. I wanted to change that. I want to write about a character that grows in power, rather than being already OP, and then to be curbstomped by Alduin. As the new story progresses, he'll eventually become as powerful as he was during the last chapter of the old story. So, if you're not a fan of a weaker Saviik, do not worry! He's a talented Nord/Imperial, and a fucking Dragonborn at that! He's destined for greatness and to share a bed with a wonder, warm, scaly engine of destruction!

Regarding Alduin's gender

Alduin in this story is a female, yet the legends indicate her to be male. I want to explore that part more thoroughly. I've been delving into the metaphysics of the Elder Scrolls universe and although it is incredibly confusing, I found it too hard to resist not to make this as lore-friendly as possible. That is why I talked about this 'dreamer' and such. Much more to come, so stay tuned (I will try to make it as easy to understand as possible, and if you're a fellow Lore lover and think that this is extremely not lore-friendly, please do not be mad, I'm trying my best after all XD)

The OC's, Isran and Hadvar/Ralof

All right, the story has already changed rather drastically in regards to the old one when it comes to certain aspects. Back in the day, Saviik never met Isran in Riverwood and neither did some OP Priestess of the Tribunal like Lunasa Argenthys exist. Why do they exist now and why does Saviik meet them now, you wonder? Let me elaborate on that.

Isran: I didn't want to do this at first, but I wanted to flesh out the world more, if you know what I mean. Skyrim was a beautiful game, my favorite one of all time, but it lacked immersion IMO. I've been playing games like the Witcher 3: Wild Hunt and God of War PS4, and characters in there feel so much more alive and you desperately want to know what they've been doing while you were adventuring yourself. I wanted to test that out in a setting like Skyrim. Isran is a canon character, so most of you know things about him, but have you ever wondered what he did before he became the grouchy Dawnguard leader? He won't feature much during the 'main questline' of this story, but I just wanted to let you guys know that's he's not sitting idly by as he's reforming the Dawnguard.

Ralof/Hadvar relationship: When you play Skyrim, you have to choose between these two. I've always hated that, especially because you simply didn't know what happened to Hadvar/Ralof, whenever you chose Ralof/Hadvar (y'know what I'm saying, right?). Also, they felt like old friends to me, so I decided to come up with a believable (I hope) backstory. I hope you guys've enjoyed that one. They will feature more prominently as the new story progresses.

Lunasa Argenthys: Ah, this girl. This lady will be a secondary protagonist of this story. Why did I create her, you ask? Well, I once read a reddit post about someone talking about 'Platonic Relationships' and how he/she loved them. For those who do not know what these are (like me, back when I first read it), this is a relationship where two people are simply friends/ best friends. I know that we have our good friend Lydia, but there are other people that I want Saviik to forge a bond with as well. Also, she and Saviik have something in common that she sensed but did not elaborate on when she first met him at the inn (No, she's not a Dragonborn). For those who've read the last few chapters of the story might have a hunch, because I've talked about it in the story itself. Also, for the name debunkers, her name has a particular meaning that associates her with something, but I'll leave it to you to guess about that.

Olivia (with no last name yet): This is another 'platonic relationship' I've been wanting to forge. Don't have a lot of things to say about her yet, but she has something in common with Saviik as well. She's a childhood friend of our Dragonborn hero, but her story turned darker than usual. It involves canon shit in skyrim as well. Maybe you already know what I'm implying.

Tyr, the two Nord women and the two others: Yes, these are characters from the mobile card game Elder Scrolls: Legends. Love the game btw, but I'm not particularly good at it (yet, don't have a lot of cards either). Love the story about the Forgotten hero as well and I've been falling in love with the card art ever since I laid eyes on most of them (seriously, you should play it just to look at the cards! Seriously, have you seen how fucking awesome Odahviing looks on his card art, or ?) I desperately wanted to include them and make them 'canon' to this story at least. The shaman will play an especially important role regarding Saviik's quest as the Last Dragonborn (the Totems are important, very important).

Others: There will be others. One has already been featured in the old story.

So, have I missed something? Oh yes. Odahviing, Paarthurnax and Kunviinhil will all make a return. So are Serana and Durnehviir. The prophecy will play out like it did (did you guys like the extension of the Prophecy, btw? I've been trying to perfect it for days and the one in the previous author's note has been the best I've been able to come up with), but the story is different.

Oh, and one more thing. I have very bad news (yes, unfortunately). I'm not going to be able to write a lot anymore (not that I did, but I now have even less time), because I'm having internships this schoolyear. Do not worry however, that I am abandoning this story. I love the Elder Scrolls (and I'll love Todd Howard a lot more if he gives us more info regarding ES: VI) and I love writing fiction, but this is kinda a setback, I guess.

Oh, I have ONE MORE THING to say. I've decided to exclude Saviik's parents from his tale. He'll mention them a lot when he reminisces about his past, but they aren't going to make a heavy appearance like they did in the old tale.

Now, I have another thing (yes, so many things hihoha). Without you readers reading and reviewing it, I would've never continued this story, or at least post it. I would continue it for myself, but that wouldn't be as much fun as sharing it, so I want to thank you guys for that. Thus, I've decided to answer every single comment that has been made for the previous author's note, just for you guys (yes I'm awesome, I know (I'm also quite humble, if I do say so myself muhaha)), so here goes:

Mr Beaver Buttington: Why have you insulted the game...why?
Answer: I'm sorry, I truly am! It was a joke which I thought was funny if I could strike through it like you can on reddit. Welp, guess I was mistaken…

TinyBoxMew: Okay so ya, to see this happen to this story sucks. This story is by far my favorite Skyrim story on this site, hands down. I loved reading this story through for the first time. That final battle between Saviik and Alduin hit me hard in the feels. Personally I thought this story was amazing but if you think it needs a rewrite by all means go a head. This is your story, your the author and I'm a reader. It hurts to see this story go but If it has to happen then it :'(
Answer: I'm sorry, I truly am! However, I feel like I can do much better than this. Most of the earlier chapters will change, the later chapters are more or less the same. Just a few alterations here and there. You'll love it, I promise!

Gembleton108: ...I'm confused. I read this before your edit, and again just now. What's happening?
Answer: Trust me, I've no idea myself. Just pretend you never read it at all, and we can all be on our merry way ;)

Utruk Doomhammer: This is unexpected but not unwelcomed. I am rather interested about how this story will proceed. ES 6? My guess is Valenwood.
Answer: I'm glad you're interested. I'll make sure it'll keep intriguing you. And ES 6 in Valenwood? Sign me up if that happens (although my heart desires Akavir more…)

Thedarkwolf95: im glad for the rewrite the old one seemed to lose its sense of story, cant wait for what comes next
Answer: Yeah, I've been wondering at times how I was going to proceed with all the plot holes and such, so I rewrite would be the best course of action IMO. Thank you for reading, means a lot to me.

ChappaxD2000: YEEES, finally a character that's actually a character and not some one-punch man. Even start he seemed pretty OP even more than it should be. I'm really enjoying this. The other story was a little predictable with what he was going to do. Even though you changed many things that didn't made sense in the game. I'm really looking forward for this new rewrite and hope to see some more character development which was not bad on the firsr story but was lacking a little, especially with Saviik. And just so you know, I will still read this even if you take 20 years to finish it. Keep the amazing work
Answer: Thank you very much! Yeah, the old one was a Gary Stu like no other. The new one is still a bit weak and meek, but as he grows, he'll become a worthy person to carry the name Ysmir, Dragon of the North. Stay tuned!

MarcusAurelias: This was fantastic his character is definitively far more refined, i like the scholar aspect, and i love how he actually feels fear, who wouldn't piss their pants if a Dragon showed and stared burning everything then set its sights on you. Overall i love this new writing style and if it reignites your passion for this story, frankly even i didn't approve of the change id be behind you %100, this is your story, you have poured countless hours into crafting the world the people and you truly care about the world you created, and no matter the story that is something that will always have my respect and support. Good luck and i hope to see more updated chapters or new ones entirely.
Answer: Thank you so much! I hope that you've enjoyed this one then. Lots of character introduction and Saviik development. Please don't hesitate to speak your mind if there's something you'd prefer was different. Constructive criticism is extremely appreciated.

TheArisingOverlord: Hm, it seems good, but a tad too rushed.
Answer: Thank you for the review! I've a problem though. I've been rereading the first chapter a lot, and I simply cannot see what parts seems to be a bit rushed. I guess the old blindness for your own work applies to me as well. Could you elaborate more, if you want to? Would appreciate that immensely.

Kekkai Gekkai: Went back and reread the original first chapter after reading this and I gotta say, I like this new chapter a lot more
Answer: Thank you! I wholeheartedly agree with you.

Chicwowwow: Overall, I enjoyed it. The character interaction and speech flowed well and was clear. The description used was good, informative, but not overwhelming.
The formating of the first scene could use some work so as to be more clearly understood, there was also a few grammar and spelling errors.
Tullius being a family friend is a little too Deus Ex Machina for me. I Can't remember from the original story, but I don't think it really serves much point other than making the intro different from so many other stories, so, if that's the case, it might even be a good thing.
And then there was the actual Deus Ex Machina, in the first chapter too! Is that going to be expanded upon later? Or are we never going to see the "Godhead" again? If we're going by Elder Scrolls Lore, is it related to Sithis, Auriel/Akatosh, or something else?
Answer: Thank you for the review! You hit me right on the nose about the formatting of the first scene. Honestly, was struggling with that one quite a lot. I had an idea in my head, but I simply couldn't find the right words. Thank you for the heads up, I'll look into that. About the spelling and grammar errors… I really need a beta reader, don't I?
About Tullius being a family friend, I wanted to establish some sort of backstory in Cyrodiil. This was the only idea I came up with in regards to being a prisoner. When it comes to Elder Scrolls prophecies involving a particular hero, it always begins in a prison for some reason (maybe I am mistaken on that account, but most games start with a prisoner), so I didn't want to exclude that part.
Ah yes, the real Deux Ex Machina. Are you familiar with Elder Scrolls Metaphysics? Extremely confusing and hard to understand, but I find it utterly fascinating. The 'Godhead' won't be mentioned a lot in the story, only when it comes to prophecies. I suggest you delve into the Imperial Library, Michael Kirkbride's works and the Elder Scrolls Lore subreddit, lots of fascinating stuff to read about. Of course, you can always PM me to elaborate things (though, I'm not an expert. Still find lots of confusing things there).

SpecterXCove: I gotta say I'm liking this a lot more.
Answer: Thank you, means a lot to me that you like it. I hope you've liked this chapter as well.

Utility Protectron: I really like this rewrite you did here I mean what you feel what's best for the story is then you go ahead and do it. P.S I really can't answer the bonus question unless I cheat being a fallout fan ah well at least someone will get a cookie
Answer: Thank you for the vote of confidence, means a lot! By the way, I've already eaten all the cookies, so no one's getting any :P

Snowbeard3: I like the rewrite better then the original. And I believe elder scrolls 6 will be in hammerfell
Answer: I completely agree with you! And about ES 6, I think you're right about that. The trailer looks like Iliac Bay to me, which is on the border between Hammerfell and High Rock.

ZanTai: alright, so I really liked your story as first, but I got to say that this new chapter is even better. I like how you set up Savik character up as still a newbie, but you still encorperate new elements so it's not just a rehash of the intro we've all played through a million times or where the main character just pulls out some unexplained, cheap bullshit. I can't wait to see what new derection you take the story in.
Answer: Thanks for the review! Yeah, wanted to go for a different approach. I mean, everyone who plays Skyrim would eventually get sick of that same old chopping block, right? I hope that you've enjoyed this one! Defeats a lot from the old story as well.

Firehawk213: I LOVE IT! Can't wait for the reinstatement of this masterpiece
Answer: I will do my best, friend! I hope that this chapter meets your expectations!

The metaphysical god of heroes: I like this personality except the fear but meh he'll get over it
Answer: No worries, he'll indeed get over it, it's just going to take a while before you can read about him being all powerful again (sorry!). Anyways, thanks for the review!

Holl0w Dan: Love the new rewrite, i cant really remember the old story that well but i really like the new saviik please continue with itFor es6 i really want to see akavir, I think a whole new continent would be an awesome thing, just cant wait
Answer: Yes, Akavir is at the top of my list as well. I don't think they're going with it, however, which is unfortunate. Then again, we're going to get a new main series Elder Scrolls game, which is just awesome!

Bladewolf101: Hmm, interesting chapter. Seems Saviik is not the Warrior we all know and love, I find it interesting to what you've made him now. It would give him great character development from a kid with no confidence as a warrior to a hero who will fall in love with the World-Eater.
Though personally I'd say I prefer the warrior Saviik, I'm not exactly a fan of OC's who run and hide, I'm just giving my opinion and my personal opinion. Because I loved the way you had Saviik going after he killed Alduin, a broken man who can only be healed by the one he loves.
Answer: I value your opinion, I really do. The world would be boring if anyone had the same mind, right? I'm happy that you've enjoyed the last chapter, despite your preferences. He and Alduin are a fated pair, so don't worry about the relationship. And yes, that part with Saviik being broken is something I utterly loved writing. It's really bittersweet.

Derpysauce: First things first. I'm very glad you rewrote this story. I will be honest. While I enjoyed many concepts of the story such as primarily the relationship with Alduin I admittedly found the story very cringy to read. This being due to an overall low quality story.
For the most part characters were fine in characterization, but everyone felt like a funnily enough skyrim character in that they could do fucking everything and there were too many of them.
His moms the arch-mage and his dads a famous war veteran and they have daedric pets! His side girl is serena he's besties with the companions etc etc. Good stories have well fleshed out characters, but better stories have the right amount of fleshed out characters.
At the end there it felt like you had to spend half the time playing civilization 5 with all of the characters to make sure they were doing something and it got tiresome. You have all these characters that are overpowered and they don't do anything because there's no threat. I don't even remember what the current issue they were facing was given how long ago I read this. You have so many characters so why not throw a few into the old chopper bin? Kill them off! Make the main conflict morally gray because Alduin killed his side chick rather than Alduin is too shy too tell Saviik that she does not particularly want to kill him!
You can still have the happy ending with them getting together and saving the world, but just add a more tangible reason why they can't start that way. Remove the cascade of OP characters by eating a few because even if she is a nice person on the inside her destiny is still to destroy the world and its her own struggle to realize that does not matter!
Anyway the prophecy in my eyes is as follows
when alduins dead, saviik has dealt with the dawnguard(seemingly helping out vampires) and met miraak something will happen. The word "Coin" is capitalized so that indicates its a person. This of course is the dragonborn. So basically after Saviik kills alduin again he will go on a soul searching journey of helping out others and in the end I'm guessing he uses the elderscrolls to travel back in time and undo his mistake.
Answer: Thank you for speaking about this, means a lot. Every time I read the old story, I cringe about it as well. I still find it hard to believe that this story is the second most favorited story on the Elder Scrolls section of FFN. Maybe I'm just picky when it comes to stories, but I think we can all agree that the writing was just bad.
Yup, Saviik's parents were really OP, in a bad way as well. It's supposed to be Saviik's story after all, not theirs. And you hit the nail right in the head about the amount of characters. I simply did not know who I should use for certain scenes and honestly, it was quite a bother to write about. This chapter however, is a bit of the same old self. The thing is, I'm intending to flesh them out a lot more. They're needed for this story to be a success, basically. Your thoughts about this is an inspiration, so thank you.
Now, about your debunking of the prophecy. The first and second line you've guessed correctly. With the 'Coin', you're partly correct. Think of duality, or equilibrium, and you might find out. About the part killing Alduin again and time-travelling; you're trailing a bit off there, but the idea does sound intriguing IMO. All in all, you actually did pretty well. I wanted to give you a cookie, but I've already consumed them all ;)

Hitler's moustache: I'm in total support of the story man just take your time and write at your own pace
Answer: Thank you, and I will! Your name btw is soooo wrong, but I can't stop laughing about it ;( How on earth did your brain think of a name like this for a FFN account XD

SpudyPotato: Good chapter overall, really liking the changes you've made.
Having Saviik fit more into a single role and start off in a weaker state due to inexperience makes a lot more sense than him seemingly be a jack-of-all trades and master of them too. That role being Scholar also opens up interesting avenues for his early story approach to situations being more conflict avoident, and Tulius' actions make a lot more sense here, good change.
I honestly don't remember much about the old Saviik's character, so that says it all really, this version has pride and rationality in equal measure. So no useless bitching or unreasonable actions, I appreciate that he thinks things through before opening his mouth, though it makes it hard to believe he'd just forget his documents while being so analytical and being a Scholar. Perhaps forgetfulness is another of his traits? Juxtaposing his Scholarly nature.
I also think you need to reupload this as its own seperate story with a 'V2' or some such title, while also improving the summary, because it just reads like a cheesy teen drama from the Disney channel right now. There is no indication in the original first chapter or summary that it is being rewritten, so new readers won't know chapter 25 is actually a chapter 1 rework. This could cause problems, so prioritise that fix.
I know it hasn't been addressed yet but I honestly feel Saviik's family shouldn't be too heavily involved in this story, to the point where I wouldn't be opposed to a plotline where Aquilus is framed by the Thalmor for treason and gets the Ned Stark treatment with his wife also meeting an untimely end GoT style. I just didn't feel invested in Saviik's story with him experiencing no loss asides from Alduin, and I didn't really feel his pain in that either so his following actions had no weight for me since the pain of having to kill your ancient dragon soulmate to save the world isn't exactly something I can empathise with. I understand what I say may be unreasonable, but for me to feel invested in Saviik I need to see him at his lowest to cheer for him when he reaches his peak, by going through semi-relatable situations. The main character needs to be empathetic in a first-person perspective story for it to work in my opinion.
Really looking forward to seeing how you handle Saviik's story, hope it's a gradual one with learning and discovery strewn between tense conflict and the random shit that happens in Skyrim. I wish you the best of luck in your writing.
Answer: Okay, during my read on your entire review, my eyes kept wandering towards the word 'juxtaposing'. How on earth do people know about words like this?! Fuck, some writers here on FFN use so many expensive sounding words that I wish I knew how to use.
In any case, thank you for the review! I love the fact that your thought process is similar to mine when it comes to Saviik. Start of slow, and gradually become the one you all desire him to be.
Ah, so you're an advocate for making this a separate story. My apologies, but I'm actually thinking of reposting the old one onto a new fic for readers to enjoy that one. Because this story is so well received and considering that most people would look into a story with 1000 favorites except of maybe 4 or 5, I have made a decision to simply improve this one with one huge update. I know it's going to be an extremely long wait, but I think that people would enjoy this one far more than the old one. I'll improve the summary as well, thanks for the tip.
Hmm, so you prefer relatable situations when it comes to a story. I'll keep that in mind when I'm writing. I still have a general idea about Saviik facing off against Alduin, but the idea of him losing people sounds intriguing. Thanks for the suggestion.

Reza0807: I was skeptical at first but this new first chapter is actually better than the other. I like how Saviik is portrayed in this chapter, along with everything else. I hope to see more.
As for ES6, it's really exciting! You could even perhaps use parts of it to add to your story.
Lastly, are you some sort of elder scroll because that prophecy of yours really sounds like one. I guess the first verse is about Alduin being defeated by the dragonborn, the second one about vampire blood and the reaper from the soul cairn, the third one about auriel's bow and coldharbour, I've got nothing for the fourth one, the fifth one about Miraak and Hermeaus Mora, and the last one about Saviik no longer playing to fate's wishes. But that's just what I think, and it's mostly speculation anyway.
Answer: Thanks for the comment! I hope you've enjoyed this one. I'm happy that you like the prophecy as well. Spent a good number of waking hours to come up with that one. Your thoughts on the prophecy are spot on! Well, almost. The fourth one is rather confusing, isn't it? All I can say is: Sky Above, Voice Within (stole that from Arngeir, btw).

Raikaguken: interesting read, i hope you will continue.
Answer: And I will, don't you worry about that!

Spannermonkey: I like this new take. You've addressed some issues and left it ready for shedloads of character development and worldbuilding. As disappointed as I am without a new chapter I can get with your new efforts. Still followed and still fav'd.
Answer: Thanks for that! I hope that this one didn't disappoint you, because it deviates considerably from the old story.

Lisbjerg123: i actually approve of this, this is definitely an interesting deviation from the cannon.
Answer: Thank you for your approval, means a lot (I know, I've said this so many times, but I mean it!)

Adusk97: I will not lie, I will miss the old story but I look forward to this rewrite and hope you pursue it.
Answer: Don't worry, I'll keep the old one on FFN as well, so you can read that one as well if your heart desires it.

Chronicpsycho96: fuck yes. Im glad ur back, and what ever decision u make on ur story is supported by me. Thank you for the story
Answer: You're welcome, friend! I hope you've enjoyed this chapter as much as you did the last one!

PyrosolracIII: While it is sad that the old version is done it is awesome that the story will still live on in this reboot. Seems very awesome so far, and I am greatly looking forward to how you write this new version. One question though, what was with that author's note at the beginning, with insulting the game? Seemed pretty random.
Answer: Woah, an old veteran of this story decides to comment! Don't worry, I'll keep the old one on FFN for you guys to read as well. The thing about the author's note was a joke btw, a very bad one. I hope that you can forgive me XD

Yancy Clancy: It's great to see a update to this story even if it's just a rewrite of a chapter, I do think that this is a lot better than the original and stands as a testament to the quality of your writing as it grew over time. I think Elder Scrolls 6 might take place in either High Rock or Hammerfell. See ya next chapter buddy!
Answer: Welcome back to the next chapter, buddy! I thank you for the compliment. Still have things in my writing style that I need to refine, but I've come a long way if I can so myself. High Rock and Hammerfell in ES 6? I think so too. I mean, you could clearly see Iliac Bay in the trailer.

Guest (1): I was hoping for a new chapter, but a rewrite wouldn't be so bad. This is still my favorite ES fanfic!
Answer: Trust me, the rewrite will be better than the original. I'm flattered that you find this your favorite ES fic!

Overlord: I have to admit I'm excited to know what new direction your going to take this in!
Answer: Trust me, you'll like it ;)

MasterSpartan: I honestly prefer this version of Saviik. Your writing style has much improved but could you put this chapter in another story so people don't get confused? And we are going to Hammerfell on ES6
Answer: Thanks for the review! Sorry, but I'm going to gradually put the old story into a new chapter, while rewriting this one. I feel like I would do the community more justice if I showed you all which version of the same story is better. I understand if you'd prefer it differently, I've been thinking about this matter a lot myself as well. Not an easy choice for me. And yup, I think Hammerfell (and High Rock) will be the next province(s) we're going to explore.

Cyrus the Reader: I like where this is going. So you do you it is your story not ours.
Answer: Thank you, I will not disappoint!

Godzilla King of Monsters: i like this new one
Answer: *Gasp*, do I hear approval from Godzilla himself. I can die in peace now XD

Daclark: I love the new version, though I do hope you can update quicker with it all being a new(ish) and revised version.
Answer: I will have to disappoint you, then, I'm sorry! I'm writing the earlier chapters on scratch, because things have changed. Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait (I think).

Hunter 612v1: As much as i dislike authors rewriting their work do to having to start the plot over again i will continue to support this amazing story and any other work that you do
Answer: I know, it's really confusing for everyone, but the story will be so much better. Stay tuned!

DemonFlameKeeper: I don't really have any theories about where ES6 will be, but I do know one thing. They're gonna have one hell of a time topping Dovahkiin. Love love love the story btw!
Answer: Unpopular opinion incoming: Dragonborn was amazing, but I hated the ending of the main questline. I feel like they didn't do the Dovahkiin enough justice. I mean, the Nerevarine went to Akavir, never to be heard from again, the Hero of Kvatch literally turned mad, and what did the Dovahkiin become? A tentacle eye monster's newest minion! Thank you for reviewing!

Guest (2): The new rewrite is simply amazing. I have always loved in depth characters and this new beginning makes me love saviik even more than the original. Continue the great work.
Answer: Thanks for the review! I will keep you entertained, trust me.

Jacklez: So I read the first chapter and the new first chapter. I like the new one better, its pretty good and I'm intrigued to see some more.
Answer: I hope I've intrigued you even further with this new chapter!

Telwyn: Your write is better also can you tell us what would have however happen if Alduin did not change and like ended up killing Saviik what have happen cause we all knew that she was not going to blow up the planet but of course some like the grey beards believed she was going to, and a number of dragons also went against Alduin's orders and attacked all of skyrims cities how would alduin react to that plus that the dragons that left her sided with defending the empire from the all the dragons that betrayed alduin and did not wait for orders. In short what would the after math of Saviik's death had been in the alternative had she ended up killing Saviik.
Answer: Welp, another broken promise on my part. Honestly, I have no idea! I've never written about that, nor have I really brainstormed about it. Sorry about that!

Inuyoukai52: I think this is a great start! I especially like the change to the prophecy and Alduin's personality showing already. I'm looking forward to the rewrite!
Answer: Thank you! Let's just say that this Alduin is a lot more different than her aspect from the previous kalpa.

Justafan: I like this new one better we will eventually see savik cast fist again aha great start.
Answer: Thanks! I hope that you've enjoyed this particular chapter.

Corgi: I'm going to go die now
Answer: NOOOOOO, unless it's of happiness. Then YEEEESSSSSS!

Guest (3): Praise the sun! When i read this chapter my heart filled with hope. And tbh this chapter was very good. Keep it going m8
Answer: 'In fearful day, in raging night, with strong hearts full, our souls ignite. When all seems lost in the War of Light, Look to the stars, for hope burns bright!' (I'm green lantern fan, so I couldn't resist to copy-paste this when you used the word 'hope' XD). Anyways, thank you very much for the chapter.

FatMIRVman: I like this new version better I hope you update this version soon.
Answer: Is this soon enough for you? Thanks for reading this, means a lot!

Inacio: I am at favor of you continuing the new one.
Answer: I agree with you. I hope that this particular chapter has been a joy for you.

Guest (4): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GIVE ME MOOOOORE !
Answer: Well, you got your wish, and you'd better enjoy it too, if you know what's good for you ;)

Fghooo: I'll be honest, I think this FanFiction is one of the best if not The best Elder scrolls based FanFiction I've ever read!
At no point did i ever lose interest with this fic, It got to the point where i was up for much longer then i should of been to read a chapter or two more.
I'm gonna go reread this Fic (because I love it) but i do have a question.
Will you be posting more chapters before reworking it (so carrying on with the 2014) style writing?
Also, to answer your first A/N question, I have no clue for the region but I'm hyped as all hell to play it. I'll end up booking time off work to do so ahaha
And your second one has me brain dead, I have no clue as to where you're gonna go with that prophecy.
Good luck with your future chapters.
Answer: You really are too kind! I'm super happy that you love this story, but I believe that Myrielle's Dragonrend is the best Elder Scrolls story on this site. About your question, the answer is no… sorry about that :'(

Asmodeus: I love how you strive to improve yourself, keep up the good work! I wish you the best of luck in your future writing. (it's so rare to find female alduin fics xD)
-Asmodeus
P. S. too lazy to log in my acct HAHHAHAH
Answer: You lazy motherfuc- I thank you for enjoying this story! To be honestl, I usually dislike gender bend characters as well, yet here I am, writing this down, talking about a gender bended Alduin story that I MADE. Well, all I can say is that I'm a hypocrite…

Soldier of the Dragons: I think you misunderstood why we like your story. yes the writing could have been better but that's how it is with every writer. My first two stories suck ass when it comes to the writing, but people stayed to continue reading for the plot and the unknown of what was going to happen. It the same with your story. I honestly thought your writing was pretty good but a really grew attached to the story itself. we've all played Skyrim and know the plot but you, like some others who have tried, gave the character a true personality with actual personal problems he had to face. during the time I read it I actually started to learn Dovazul just so I could understand the dragons when you had them speak. That's something I wasn't planning but your story brought me to that. And after I got to your latest chapter I practically craved the next chapter. sure, rewrite the story how you wish, but don't give up. Keep up with what you have and continue to build upon your writing skills every step of the way. All of that being said, I can't wait for you next chap, whether it's a rewrite or continuation, I'll be ready to ready it.
Answer: Your comment has been enlightening, actually. I will strive to be better! Thank you for this, made my day. Were you ready for the awesomeness of this particular chapter?

All right, if I missed anyone, please don't grab your pitchforks! Fun fact: I've been writing the entire night just to upload this today on fanfiction, so please bear with me. MaChaoJustice signing out now.