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Chapter 1

"You have it then, I presume? You have the Elder Scroll?"

The old dragon asked from his position on the rocks as the Dragonborn came up the side of the mountain on which the dragon Paarthurnax resided. The Dragonborn held up the scroll, indicating his success.

"Hrmm. Very well. If you wish to fulfil your destiny, I should not be the one who interferes. Do you see where time has been strained? Walk over there and read the Elder Scroll. It will reveal what you need to defeat Alduin."

The Dragonborn walked over to the fluctuating area of time in front of the Word Wall. A wall with the language of the dragons written on it. The Dragonborn looked back once more at Paarthurnax; he nodded. The Dragonborn proceeded to open the Elder Scroll. As he did so, he could see a glowing pattern inscribed on the paper in the shape of a strange diagram. He no longer had control of his body and his vision was fading to a white light which suddenly went dark. When he woke, he could see a light in his eyes when he realised it was the sun and looked away. He got up on unsteady legs and looked around. He was standing in the middle of a clearing in a pine forest. There was a stream nearby in which he checked his reflection. He was still the same person, still wearing his armour and he still had his sword and shield. He did not know exactly what happened and was still trying to come to grips with himself. All of a sudden, he heard an almighty roar. It was loud and ferocious, and he knew it could come from no normal animal. He looked up to the skies and saw a glittering blue familiar shape above him. Only, it was not as he quite remembered. Maybe his mind was still unsteady. He drew his sword and prepared to Shout. The dragon landed heavily on all…fours? Dragons had two legs and two wings, not four legs and two wings. What was going on? The dragon born looked at the dragon who snarled at him in response. The Dragonborn drew in a breath and said, using the ancient power of the dragon blood in his veins, Fus Ro Da! A wave of power emanated from the Dragonborn's mouth. The dragon was stunned and drew its head back in response. It was then the Dragonborn realised that there was a saddle on the dragon's back.

By the gods! thought the Dragonborn I might have just attacked a peaceful dragon! Oh what have I done?

All of a sudden, the Dragonborn saw a man running back through the pines towards him. As he neared, the Dragonborn got a good look at him. The man's skin was the same colour as his but his face was very even and angular, like a cat's, very similar to the mer species of Tamriel. But at the same time, he could not be an elf or at the very least, he was a short one. He was definitely not an orc, or a high elf. His skin was the wrong colour for a high elf. Was he a wood elf of some kind? And even then, why was he riding a dragon? Let alone with one. Everyone in Skyrim was now aware of the threat the dragons posed. The elf-man ran up to him, his hand on his sword hilt and asked

"Who are you to come here? Making great lights in the sky? What sort of spell was that anyway? Answer me or I will be forced to draw the answers from your mind."

The Dragonborn explained that he did not know where he was, how he got here or what kind of magic was used to bring him here. He also asked why the elf-man was with a dragon since they were so dangerous, and why did it have four legs?

"Dragons have always had four legs, and I am a Dragon Rider, surely you have heard of them? And you are east of the lands of Alagaësia. I am the Rider Eragon. And this is my dragon Saphira."