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DOVAHKIIN REBORN

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
Dragonborn, Dragonborn
Naal ok zin los vahriin
By his honor is sworn
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal
To keep evil forever at bay
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
And the fiercest foes rout
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
When they hear triumph's shout
Dovahkiin Fah hin kogaan mu draal
Dragonborn for your blessing we pray

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn's come...


Alduin the World Eater has returned to finish what began centuries ago. Only now there are no Dragonborn to stand in his way. Except one, the one who never died, the one that mankind would remember for eternity, the one they made a god; Talos himself.




Hello, my name is Phantom and this is Dovahkiin Reborn, my Elderscrolls V: Skyrim fanfiction. I will be trying to update monthly, so bear with me.

I love comments and reviews. I request reviews actually, to make my writing better, and to help the story grow and become what it was meant to be.


Thank you for reading!


WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM
Rated: M *Mild language*Violence
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THE DIVINE CHAMPION

It is known that the gods do not interfere with the lives of mortals. There have been times thoughout our world's long history that the direct intervention of the gods has been needed. Not in two hundred years, not since the Great Oblivion Crisis, have the gods met to cast a fate unto the mortals. Though now it seems that their hand must be dealt once again, and though the gods may not privy themselves to say it, they fear for the lives of the mortals. For this time the danger on their doorstep of the mortals was of the god's own creation.

Alduin

First-born of Akatosh

The End Bringer, and the World Eater

He can only be slain by a Dragonborn. The ancient heroes of men who wielded the Voice of the dragons and could steal their power, though these heroes died with the dragons, centuries ago; none remain.

The Pantheon of the Nine Divines
-1-

Talos

Even as a god his armor was uncomfortable. Talos shifted in his seat, very aware of the silence of the Pantheon. In his time among the Divines he never had seen them at a loss for words. Usually they would be arguing amongst each other, though now they had nothing to say.

The Nine were seated in a semicircle surrounding Lord Akatosh. Each god assumed a different form for the Pantheon (Talos recalled an awkward moment when Kynareth assumed the form of a tree for the length of the meeting); Akatosh took the form of a great golden dragon; Arkay a grim Imperial; Juliannos, a Breton mage ; Stendaar, a Dunmer; Mara a beautiful Imperial woman; Dibella a beautiful Breton; Kynareth, a Nord woman; and Zenithar a Khajiit with grey and black fur. Their forms differed on any given day. Then of course there was Talos who assumed the same form he had when he was but a man. Talos had been born a Nord, and he would serve the Divines as a Nord. He had short, light hair, midnight blue eyes, and was wearing his Imperial Dragon Armor, the very same that he'd worn at Sancre Tor when he was mortal. Aside from Talos and Akatosh the others were all wearing white robes. He guessed they assumed mortal appearences so that it would be easier for the god of men to comprehend the meeting. He nicely tried to ignore that fact.

Talos felt the eyes of the great golden dragon on him, burrowing into his soul. As lord of the gods Akatosh had that effect on the other Eight. Talos watched as Akatosh shifted his weight to his right rear leg, and then started to hum in the way dragons do when they are thinking of what to say. Finally Akatosh spoke to the entire Pantheon, "The first of my children has returned, and soon the others will follow," he said. His voice was deep and rich, yet somehow it still sounded like a mouth full of teeth, "Alduin has returned and the Divines grow silent?"

Silence, then, "Lord Akatosh," Juliannos said, turning toward the great dragon, "if it truly is Alduin, of which I have no doubt, then there is nothing to speak of. He is the harbinger of the end times. If he has returned then the time has come. You created him yourself. You know that better than anyone."

Smoke trailed from the dragon's snout, "Mey," Akatosh said in a half roar, "Why would we meet as such? If it were hopeless than we would stand aside and watch from above as daar joorre mey dir hevno ann dinoks?" he growled as he slipped back and forth from the language of the dragons and Common.

Arkay spoke so softly he could hardly be heard, "Perhaps it is time Lord Akatosh. They are doomed to death, as all mortals are, and Alduin's appearance-"

"Is a mistake!" interuppted Stendar. "The Nords of old manipulated time! If anything this timeline wasn't supposed to have happened. It should have ended thousands of years ago, but now the whole timeline is different!"

"Vahzah," Akatosh said dipping his horned head, "time has been... ripped, torn apart."

Mara stood, "They deserve a chance. Have you not heard their prayers? If the land of Skyrim is overtaken by dragons now they will have less than a chance. Especially with this civil war being waged! Talos?" she said eyeing him from where she stood.

He jumped at the sound of his name. Usually Talos took a back seat to their arguments. Talos shook his head as he sat forward in his chair, "I do not see an end to this war any time soon," his voice was quiet. He cleared his throat, "The Nords, these 'Stormcloaks' fight for the honor of their race and for their ancestors. They will not give in easily," he paused, considering the fact that they fought for him as well, "or at all."

It was Arkay who spoke again, this time he seemed to have found his voice, "They are sent to their ancestors, whether it be by the hand of other mortals or by the maw of Alduin!"

"And what sort of fate is that?" piped in Dibella, her voice was a squeak, "Killed and sent to Sovngarde only to be consumed by Alduin?"

"Their fates are sealed!" Juliannos said as he rose from his chair. His face was growing red with anger, "They destroyed the last of the Dragonborn!" He pointed at Talos, "Your own kin! They did this to themselves! The Septims were murdered by the hands of mortals! Their fates were sealed two hundred years ago, and they are lucky to have had this long at all! If we hadn't saved them from Mehrunes Dagon they'd all be servants to the daedra or dead!"

Zenithar stood as well, "He speaks sense," he looked at Juliannos his tail twitching. "The Dragonborn are dead, both their line and their kind are gone."

Are they? thought Talos as the others continue debating over whether or not they could do anything. The other Dragonborn were killed long after Talos had ascended. They were in Sovngarde now, and even Talos wouldn't step foot there now, not with Alduin lurking in the mists surrounding the Shor's Hall. Then an idea hit him. His heart jumped in his chest, there was one Dragonborn left alive! One who had never died, one who was never defeated, one who was so renown and powerful he became a living god. A living, breathing, Dragonborn, god, he thought. If were to return to Mundus he could defeat Alduin and even show those Altmer the reason that he'd become a god. He smiled at the thought.

The others were still at each other's throats as Talos stood and walked into the middle of the Pantheon, his armor clinking with each movement like war drums proclaiming a march. None seemed to notice him save for Akatosh who nodded, and then with a great roar the dragon god sent a stream of golden flame into the air, silencing the warring gods. They stared at him as he started to speak, "Alduin is my creation," he began, his voice heavy with emotion, "Prodah, it is foretold. As I create, he devours." He stopped, and looked at each god in turn, "Alduin heyv. It is Alduin's duty. This what he was created for, though this is not the time, and this is no longer the world he was created to destroy. Only a Dovahkiin can prevent Alduin from exerting his wrath on the mortal realm and the realms beyond. They bought themselves time, selfishly, though now there is no more Dragonborn to save them. No way to stop the end."

All were silent, then there the sound of heavy armored footfalls as Talos approached Akatosh, "Niid, Drog Akatosh," he said, adopting the dragon tongue, "There remains one Dovahkiin alive." The others stared at him, "I am not one of the original Eight. I was a man, a warrior, and a Nord. Most of all I was Dragonborn. I never died. I ascended," he turned watching the other Divines carefully.

The others watched him with wild eyes as the god of men continued, "As you all know the Empire has banned my worship. It was my own creation, my blood and tears and life force into that Empire, and they throw me away like I was nothing. The Thalmor, the High Elves, believe that they can become gods, that they can control the gods. It is an insult made directly in our faces; an insult we have ignored for far too long!" Talos' eyes grew fierce, "Return me to Skyrim. They banned my people from worshipping me. Now the Nords have rebelled against my Empire, doing so in my name. Let me show you that I still deserve to serve among you as a Divine." At that he knelt before Akatosh, "Let me return to the mortal world," Talos said, looking up at Akatosh, "and save my people from the hands of false gods."

Akatosh lowered his head to look into Talos' eyes, "Dovahkiin? Do you truly wish to do this?"

Talos nodded, "Yes, my lord."

Akatosh snorted then raised his head above the crowd, "Do any object the Dragonborn's request?"

Silence.

Akatosh faced Talos again, "Good luck, Zeymah, I hope to see you in Sovngarde when you have succeeded."

Then the great dragon breathed upon Talos, and the world was consumed in darkness.


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He felt a cold stone beneath him. Talos tried to rise, but his body fought against him. His head was pounding, his ears ringing, his stomach lurching, and his very breath felt stolen away. But this was both new and familiar to him. Pain, he thought. He hadn't experienced pain in so long; so very long. He lay there on his back in the darkness that surrounded him. He was unsure of where he was, only that it was dark and cold.

Talos was vaguely aware that he was naked. He sat cross legged as he tried to organize his thoughts. First things first, he thought, who am I? Obviously due to lack of fur, scales, or enormous teeth he was not Orc, Khajiit, or Argonian. He stood, unsteady at first, and he stared at his hands. They were large and free of any marks or calluses. He judged by his height and weight he was Nord. So I am still myself then, good. He touched his brow where he had a taken a scar from an ax and found it was not there. He was new. He was young again, not even out of his twenties. I have been given another life.

Now for the second task, where was he exactly? He turned left, arms outstreched until his hands found rock. He followed it until he found a door leading into a central chamber. Grasping the door frame he entered, and then fell to his knees when he saw an altar before him. Of course, he thought staring at the altar where his Imperial Dragon Armor once lay. The others had returned him to where he'd left. Sancre Tor. His mind raced. Memories and nightmares from the battle of Sancre Tor. It was the siege that had made him a god in the eyes of his people. He glanced at the tomb of Reman III. He touched the ancient stone that held the bones of the great man. This was where he found the Amulet of Kings a milennia ago, but Talos remembered it like it was yesterday.

The temple had turned to ruin. By the looks of it there had not been a visitor there for centuries. There were no obstacles to hinder his path. With a quiet prayer to Arkay for the souls of those buried here, Talos began to search the graves and tombs of the dead in search of any sort of armor or clothing, and a weapon if he should be so lucky. These graves were those of Bretons and Nords, dead from the battle of Sancre Tor. Yet there were a few here who were once Blades, and others who were once royalty. Though they were now long forgotten. He found the ruins of Sancre Tor had been looted long ago. He found nothing but rags, yet rags were better than nothing when it came to going bare into the world. If he was remembering right Sancre Tor was in the Frostback Mountains bordering Skyrim. He would need protection from the cold. He managed to find some ancient fur armor, and a rusted blade. Deciding that there was nothing more of use there, he left.

As he left the ruins he was blinded by the light of the sun and pure white of the snow. For a moment he was at a loss for direction. Then he remembered, like an old memory from a lifetime ago.

Alduin. The Pantheon.

Skyrim. Home.

The mountain pass was treacherous. It slowed his pace, and forced him to rest. He found a small outcropping in lee of the wind and he stopped, thinking of starting a fire and camping for the night. That was when he heard it; the sound of fighting, swords clashing, and shouts. He started running in the direction of the fighting. He found the battle, a small skirmish really. Talos recognized the Imperial banner, unchanged this new era. The blue banner must be the Stormcloaks and their rebellion.

"Die rebel bastard!" he heard behind him. Talos turned, his hand on his blade. But he was too slow, and the Imperial had the jump on him. Next thing Talos knew the Legionaire's shield made contact with his head. Talos' world went black.

As suggested, list of translations for the Dragon Language as it appears...

Mey - Fool
daar joorre mey dir hevno ann dinokke - *rough* these fool mortals to die brutal deaths
Vahzah - True
Prodah - Foretold
Alduin heyv - Alduin's duty
Dovahkiin - Dragonborn
Niid, Drog Akatosh - No, Lord Akatosh
Zeymah - Brother
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He felt a cold stone beneath him. Talos tried to rise, but his body fought against him. His head was pounding, his ears ringing, his stomach lurching, and his very breath felt stolen away. This was both new and familiar to him. Pain, he thought. He hadn't experienced pain in so long; so very long. He lay there on his back in the darkness that surrounded him. He was unsure of where he was, only that it was dark and cold.

He was vaguely aware that he was naked. He sat cross legged as he tried to organize his thoughts. First things first, he thought, Who am I? Obviously due to lack of fur, scales, or enormous teeth he was not Orc, Khajiit, or Argonian. Thank the Nine... Eight... for that. He stood, unsteady at first, and he stared at his hands. They were large and free of any marks or calluses. He judged by his height and weight he was Nord. So I am still myself then, good. He touched his brow where he had a taken a scar from a dragon and found it was not there. He was new. Young, not even out of his twenties. I have been given another life.

Now for the second task, where was he exactly? He turned left, arms outstreched until his hands found rock. He followed it until he found a door leading into a central chamber. Grasping the door frame he entered, and then fell to his knees when he saw an altar before him. Of course, he thought staring at the altar... the altar where his Imperial Dragon Armor once lay. The others had returned him to where he'd left. Sancre Tor. My legacy.

The temple had turned to ruin. By the looks of it there had not been a visitor there for centuries. There were no obstacles to hinder his path. With a quiet prayer to Arkay for the souls of those buried here, Talos began to search the graves and tombs of the dead in search of any sort of armor or clothing, and a weapon if he should be so lucky. These graves were those of Bretons and Nords, dead from the battle of Sancre Tor. Yet there were a few here who were once Blades, and others who were once royalty though, now, long forgotten; his own descendants. Sadly, he found the ruins of Sancre Tor had been looted long ago. He found nothing but rags, yet rags were better than nothing when it came to going bare into the world. If he was remembering right, Sancre Tor was in the Frostback Mountains bordering Skyrim. He would need protection from the cold.

As he left the ruins he was blinded by the light of the sun and the pure whiteness of the snow. For a moment he was at a loss for direction. Then he remembered, like an old memory from a lifetime ago. Alduin. The pantheon.

North. To Skyrim.

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"Hey, you, you're finally awake," said a voice from across from him. Talos blinked his eyes, the world returning into focus. What happened? He remembered walking though the mountains, then hearing fighting, and going to see if he could find out what was going on, then... nothing. Once things came into full focus he looked across from him There sat a young Nord in chain mail with blue cloth underneath, to his left were two more Nords, one in
peasants' clothing and the other who looked like he was a noble; the noble seemed to be gagged. "You were trying to cross the border, right?" the young Nord said as he eyed Talos with concern, "Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there," he said as he nodded in the direction of the ungagged Nord.

"Damn Stormcloaks... Skyrim was fine before you came along. Empire was nice and lazy," said the thief. Talos frowned, the Stormcloaks? Of course, the civil war in Skyrim. At this point he hadn't bothered to see who was driving their little wagon train. Talos took this chance to look at the driver; an Imperial soldier. "If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be half way to Hammerfell," the thief fumed, then turned to Talos, ""You there, you and me – we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief," said the young Stormcloak quickly.

"Shut up back there!" cried their Imperial driver.

They were all silent for a few moments, it was the thief who broke their silence, he turned to Talos, "And what's wrong with him, huh?" he said as he stole a glance at the gagged noble.

"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King," the Stormcloak growled, "Show some respect!"

The thief's face turned white, "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm?" he said shakily, "You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you…" he gasped, "Oh gods, were they taking us?"

Talos looked at the man to his right, so this was the great Ulfric Stormcloak? The man who rebelled against the Empire; against the elves? Talos held back a smile, Just like me when I was young, one man against the world. Meanwhile the thief was becoming more and more anxious, he looked like he was literally shaking in fear.

The Stormcloak seemed to notice this, "What village are you from, horse thief?" he said, his voice soft, comforting.

The thief looked at him curiously, with what looked like accusation in his eyes, "Why do you care?"

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home," the Stormcloak said softly.

"Rorikstead. I… I'm from Rorikstead," the thief said, his voice cracking over each word.

Talos watched as the train of wagons approached a great stone wall.

There was a loud creaking sound as the front gates opened. Somewhere a soldier cried out something, but Talos did not hear the response. He was thinking of ways to get out of this predicament. Sadly, though, none came to his mind that wouldn't endanger the other prisoners.

The thief was now crying out to the gods, "Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me!" Talos bowed his head, maybe Akatosh had heard him, but his prayers would be in vain. The Divines did not involve themselves in the lives, or deaths, of mortals. He wasn't sure if this thief was a believer of the Nine, but Talos was there and heard his prayer. He nodded, he heard the prayer, if he had any power still maybe it would matter.

As they passed the entrance gates Talos was able to catch a glimpse of a soldier in shining armor, and then he saw him conversing with a group of High Elves, the Stormcloak must have seen them too, "Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor, and it looks like the Thalmor are with him, damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this," he hissed.

A sour taste grew in Talos' mouth. So those were the Thalmor? The ones who had banished his worshipers from the Empire? Who thought themselves mighty enough to control the gods? Anger grew inside him, anger he had not known for a millennium. The rage of a man scorned. Unintentionally he reached for his Voice, but then he stopped, shocked. He could not reach it. The capability of the Voice was there, the essense that made him Dragonborn, he could feel it inside him, but he could not remember a word of the Language that gives power to the Thu'um.

His heart pounded in his chest, Akatosh had said he would lose something of himself, had his mastery of the Dragon Lanuage been that? Without the words the Voice was nothing. He would be starting over. This is what he meant.

Defeated Talos sunk into his seat as he caught the Stormcloak in mid conversation, "Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe," he said with a halfhearted laugh.

He watched as the wagon cleared a corner and then eased next to the other wagon, the prisoners from the other wagon already had begun disembarking. Theirs stopped for a moment, then a harsh voice shouted a command, "Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move!"

Immediately, they started leaving their cart. The captian's armor flashed in the late afternoon sun as the soldier next to her held a scroll and quill and seemed to be counting.

"Empire loves their damned lists," said the Stormcloak next to him, Talos held back a laugh.

The soldier with the scroll began reading off names. As their names were called the prisoners assembled themselves at the block, and now they had reached their group, "Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm," Ulfric stepped forward and followed the others, still gagged and unable to speak.

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric," said the Stormcloak beside him reverently.

"Ralof of Riverwood," said the reader.

The Stormcloak beside him, Ralof, smiled softly at Talos, "Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us," then he followed Ulfric to the block.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

The thief practically jumped out of his skin at the sound of his name, "No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" he said, eyeing the Imperials wildly, "You're not going to kill me!" then he bolted and ran like a daedra fleeing a Temple. Talos hoped for a moment that Lokir would escape...

"Archers!" cried the Captain, and on command a triple of arrows flew from the walls and into Lokir's back. The thief fell to the ground, dead before he'd hit the path.

"Anyone else feel like running?" asked the Captain of the remaining prisoners, there was silence.

Shaking his head the list reader continued, but then stopped and looked directly at Talos, "Wait," he said. "You there. Step forward." Talos stepped forward, keeping his eyes on the soldier, "Who are you?"

"I'm a Nord, I came from Cyrodiil," Talos said, his voice rough from lack of use. He searched his brain for a name. He couldn't say he was Tiber Septim, or Talos, not even his name before that. Then a word came to mind, he wasn't sure of where it came from or of it's meaning, but it was perfect.

"Your name?"

Talos smiled, "Revakkaal."


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"Captain, what should we do? This one's not on the list."

"To the block," she said curtly, "all of them."

The reader mumbled something Revak couldn't hear, "Yes Captain," he said, avoiding eye contact with Revak, "You heard the Captain, prisoner, to the block."

With a soft nod Revak followed the others to the block. He strained against the binds around his wrists, managing to loosen them a little, but still not enough to free his hands. Dismayed, he took his place in between two Stormcloak soldiers. He felt the eyes of the citizens of the small town bearing on him. He watched as a middle aged Imperial dressed in fine armor and a red generals cloak was led to the execuation area accompanied by two High elves dressed in intricate black robes. Hate grew in Revak's stomach, Damn the Thalmor to Oblivion!, Revak cursed, My Empire has become nothing but their puppets! The general approached Ulfric, who was still gagged, and stared into the Nord's eyes before beginning.

"Ulfric Stormcloak," he said, his voice condemning, "some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder the king and usurp his throne."

Helgen? Revak thought. He didn't remember Helgen; meaning that it must be a newer village. And the Voice? Ulfric could use the Thu'um? That was interesting. The general was still droning on, "You started this war! Plunged Skyrim into chaos! And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore peace." This is wrong! No trial? Revak thought. Certainly for something this important the Empire should go through all the proper procedures before just simply killing a man! This is insanity.

Tullius turned and rejoined to the Thalmor. The Captain saluted the general as he passed her, "Give them their last rites!" she commanded the priest next to her.

The young priest stepped forward. You could tell she was nervous, she walked softly, like her legs shook beneath her. She raised her hands, "As we commend your souls to Ather-"

"Oh, for the love of Talos, shut up already," Revak jumped a little at the sound of his name. I'm a curse now? he thoughtas the Stormcloak to his right stepped forward.

The priestess seemed just as surprised. Revak could almost make out her scowl from where he stood. "Very well then," she said as the Stormcloak passed her as he made his way to the block. The Captain lowered him to his knees and pressed his head against the stone.

He was smiling as the headsman raised his axe, "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials! Can you say the same?" he said as the axe hung in the air before swiftly cutting through his neck; the man died with a smile still etched on his face. His body slumped to the ground as there was a sickening thud as the head landed in the basket. Blood pooled around the bare neck as two Imperials cleared the headless body away from the block so that the next prisoner could approach.

"Next prisoner!" called the Captain, her eyes searching through the crowd. "You!" she pointed at Revak, "the renegade Nord from Cyrodiil!" Revak sighed as he stepped forward. That's when he heard it, a roar. It was dulled, like whatever made it was some distance away. Revak paused as the creature roared again, the others looked just as nervous, muttering under their breaths and searching the sky as they tried to find the source of the strange call.

The Captain wasn't about to let a strange creature interupt her, "I said, next prisoner," she said with a hint of venom.

Revakaal's mind was a buzz as he approached the block. He'd already thought of a plan. His bonds were loose enough so that they granted some movement, but not much. As he approached he saw that the headsman had been favoring one leg, meaning that his other had been injured previously. He could knee the headsman and use the axe to sever the bonds. Revak said a small prayer to Akatosh for luck.

As he approached he heard that call again, but much louder and closer this time. Revak approached the block, his heart afire in his chest. That's when he saw it. Just above the tower he could see a huge black dragon; almost as large as Akatosh's avatar. It swooped and turned, it's maw open and raw with black and red flames. Everyone was frozen in fear as the dragon gathered it's flame. Revak ducked to the ground, narrowly avoiding the stream of flames, as it released the flames. Revak rolled and landed on his knees, and watched as the dragon landed on the tower.

Even in his time as Talos he'd never seen a dragon that size. It can't be, he thought as he watched the dragon gather flame once more. Revak saw the Captain issuing orders to frantic soldiers. The dragon drew back it's head and let free a blast of flame. Revak charged the Captain, knocking her off her feet and preventing her from being toasted in her armor.

Flames surged over their heads as Revak looked and saw that the Captain's helm had fallen off. Her brown eyes were wide in fear and surprise, "Sorry M'am, I'm afraid that you've got a bit of a dragon problem," Revak said as he pushed himself to his feet and ran in the direction of the keep, following a group of Stormcloaks.

Running was awkward still in binds, but he made it into the keep. Two Stormcloaks closed the door behind him. Revak sank to the floor, sweat crawling down his brow. Once the world stopped spinning he took account of what was around him. It was a simple keep tower. A few Stormcloaks already were there a few of them injured. The others were either aiding the injured or grouped togther speaking in hurried hushed voices.

He recognized Ralof as he approached. The young Nord's blond hair was caked with soot and ash. He motioned to Revak to come closer, holding a dagger in his hands. "Here," he said, "let's see if we can get those bindings off." Revak nodded and let Ralof cut his bonds. Once free Revak rubbed his wrists to return circulation. Revak nodded in thanks, and rose to his feet. The sounds of fighting and fire still coming from outside.

Ralof looked at him, "What was that thing? You don't think," he paused, choosing his words, "you don't think the legends can be true?"

Revak scowled, "Legends don't burn down villages."

"True," Ralof nodded. "C'mon, let's get out of here," he said eyeing the stairs. "This place is nothing but a tomb." Revak agreed, this shoddy tower wouldn't stand up to any dragon... especially that one.

"Good idea," Revak said as he started up the steps. Ralof followed, as they made their way up the entire tower shook. Both of them had to go down to their knees to prevent falling down the stairs from the force of the shaking.

"What in Oblivion is that?" Ralof cursed as he took the lead, "C'mon kinsman!"

Just then the wall gave way as fire streamed inside, nearly cooking them on the spot. The stood, frozen, as the dragon passed on. Slowly, Revak looked out through the gap. The dragon was on the other side of the village attacking a group of Imperial archers.

Ralof stood beside him, "You go ahead," he said, his blue eyes fierce as he watcehd the dragon killing the Imperials and citzens alike.

Revak nodded as he approached the gap in the wall. Below he saw the inn. Part of the roof had been blown apart, leaving the second floor open. It would be a tricky jump, but it would be possible. He was about to jump, but then he stopped and looked at Ralof, "What about you?"

Ralof shook his head, "I've got to see if I can help the other Stormcloaks."

"Then I'm staying with you," Revak said, stepping away from the gap, "We probably have a better chance together."

Ralof smiled, "Good!"

Together they ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, only to find that the others had already left. "Damn it!" Ralof said once he noticed the others had left.

"They probably thought we'd died when the dragon broke through the wall."

"Probably," he said, kicking a sack with a satisfying thud.

Revak frowned and started searching for another way out, any way out avoiding outside. He noticed a door that must lead below the keep, "Hey, look," he said, pointing to the door, "a way out, don't you think?"

"Ha, looks like our luck isn't completely spent," he said as he picked up an axe from a dead Stormcloak. Revak watched him, "Gundar won't be needing these anymore," he said as he handed Revak a iron sword.

Revak drew the sword from it's scabbard, it wasn't the greatest of quality and it was heavily used, but it was sharp; that would be all that he'd need. He gave it a twirl as he checked the balance. Once convinced that it wouldn't shatter he sheathed it and wrapped it and it's belt around his waist and followed Ralof further into the keep.

The door did lead underneath the keep. The air was moist and dank. There little light except for the occasional torch leading the way down the dark hall. "I think this leads to the dungeons," Ralof said softly.

At the end they reached a door. It was wooden and barely on it's hinges. They heard voices inside. Smoothly as he could, Revak drew his sword. Ralof did the same with his axe. Revak raised his finger to his lips, Quiet, now. Ralof nodded as Revak slowly grasped the door handle and pushed.

The smell inside was strong with carrion. Slowly, gently, Revak stepped forward, the door was on the opposite side of a wall. On the other side he heard a soft voice, "Shhh shhh shhhh little ones! You're safe here. Old Lex will take care of you. Safe in your cages. You'll sing for Lex! Oh such beautiful songs!" the voice was soft and sinister, with a crack of insanity.

Revak looked back at Ralof, who urged him forward, his eyes full of disgust. As Revak turned the corner he saw what almost made him gag. Cages hung from the ceiling. Some held bodies, but others only bits and pieces. Inside one of the cages sat a Nord, who seemed barely alive. On the other wall lay a table full of sinister tools. Revak didn't even know what some of them were. At the table stood an elderly Imperial soldier, who was using a towel to remove the blood from his arms. On the other side of the room there was another door.

Revak pointed at the Nord in the cage, On three, Revak mouthed. Ralof nodded.Then he held up his fingers, One, two, three, and just as they were about to charge the old man there was a crash at the other door.

A Nord woman wearing Stormcloak mail burst through the door with her bow drawn followed by another Stormcloak. With a throaty cry she released her arrow, missing the old Imperial by inches. He turned and fired a stream of electricity. She ducked and the electricity was absorbed by the wall behind her. Revak and Ralof charged in as well, surrounding the Imperial.

The old man cackled, "Oh look! Enough for a choir!" fire started gathering in his fists, the old mage smiled wickedly, "Oh the songs! The beautiful cries! A symphony!" He threw a wall of flame, knocking them all back. Revak saw stars as his head hit the stone floor. Shaking away the pain in his head he charged the old mage, who now held a dagger in his hand.

With the ease of a veteran Revak disarmed the mage, and before the mad old Imperial even knew what had happened Revak's blade pressed against throat. "Arkay guide you," Revak mumbled as he drove his sword through the man's throat. A crazed smile was imprinted on the old mage's face, and with one last gurgle he fell to the floor and moved no more.

With a sigh Revak used the mage's robe to clear his blade of the gore. Then sheathed it as he heard the others getting to their feet. Revak turned and offered his arm to Ralof who grudingly accepted it, rubbing the back of his head. The Stormcloak woman was getting up as well, though her companion moved no more. Blood pooled around his head, Revak knew instantly that he'd landed in a bad way. With a silent curse and a prayer Revak approached the fallen Stormcloak and closed his eyes.
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Escape From Helgen - Cont'd

"He was a good man," said the woman, "and a good soldier."

Revak nodded, "Sadly he'll have to stay here," she nodded solemly. "Are you all right? Name's Revak, my friend is Ralof. What's your name?"

"My name is Sigrid. I got a couple bruises from landing and a burn from the flames, but nothing serious," she said as she removed her helm, revealing her brown hair and light eyes. She picked up her former companion's axe and placed it on his chest, folding his hands over it, "Dagar, I'll see you in Sovengarde, brother." Sigrid turned to Revak, "We'd come to get any prisoners out of this wretched place," she looked at the Nord in the cage, "are we too late?"

Ralof walked to the cage, and shook his head.

"Do you know a way out of Helgen? What's going on on the surface?"

She shuddered, "The whole village is lost, that monster is picking off soldiers one by one and destroying the entire keep. The only way out is the way we came, but I think it's been blocked."

"I think I may know a way," Ralof said, "I told you I used to be sweet on a girl from here? She and I would meet in some caverns below the keep. I could get in without her parent's even knowing I was here. There might be a way to get in from here."

Revak shrugged, "Might as well try." He looked at the Sigrid, "You ready to go?"

She scoffed, "Me? Ready to kill some Imperials? Next Imperial I see is dead."

"Good," he laughed quietly as they left the torture chamber behind them. Revakaal took the lead, the other two in tow. They found themselves in a winding hallway, and Revak guessed by the smell of dirt and water they were pretty deep underground, "Which way did you come?" he asked Sigrid as he kept moving down the tunnel.

"A little ways down there's another path, we came from there. It connects to the main hall, " Revak nodded as they continued. "Your accent, it's strange," Sigrid said as she caught up with Revak, "You're not from Skyrim?"

"No," Revak said shaking his head, "I was raised in Skyrim, but I spent much of my time in Cyrodiil."

"Wait," she put her good hand on his shoulder and stopped him, "Cyrodiil? You didn't fight for the Empire? Did you?"

Revak knew he needed to step lightly here, "No," he said, gesturing that they should continue forward, "I didn't, but my, uh, father did. He was something of a hero in the Legion. A sort of legend." Revak hated lying, but he didn't think the world was ready for Talos quite yet.

Sigrid stiffened, "I knew it! I saw how you disarmed that mage, that wasn't something that the Stormcloaks teach; that was an Imperial move."

"My father taught me how to fight," Revak shrugged, "Look, I hold no love for how the Empire has acted in all this - like how they removed Talos from the Divines," bastards, "but I'm no Stormcloak either."

"You are going to have to choose sometime," said Ralof from behind them, "Maybe not now, but you've seen the true face of the Empire today."

Revak scowled, "I've seen the actions of a few members of the Empire. I'm not going to place judgement on the entire Empire for the actions of a few Legionaires."

They were silent for a time, as they continued, until they reached and intersection of the tunnels. "There," Sigrid said, pointing, "that's the way we came." They turned left only to find the entire tunnel shaking, and next thing they knew they were on their backs again and the tunnel in front of them blocked by rocks.

"Damned dragon doesn't give up easy does it?" Ralof said, picking himself up.

"Apparently not," Sigrid said with a sigh, "I guess we go the other way. I hope it opens up into that cavern you were talking about."

They turned and made their way down the other path. It opened up into a doorway, leading down some small stairs and into small underground stream.

"Is this it?" Revak turned to Ralof.

"Must be," he shrugged, "I never knew how she got down into the caverns, just that they were there"

They followed the stream to a dead end, the only path being a small tunnel, "Guess we have to go that way," Revak said softly, "let's go."

The tunnel was too small for them to walk through normally. Instead they had to walk sideways, almost crawling along the wall. Luckily, that little tunnel was short and opened up into a large cavern; but something felt off. There was some weird sticky material along the walls and floor, and large sacks of something Revak didn't recognize were littered about, as well as the leftovers of animals. The three stood there silent for a moment. Revak drew his sword, as did the others draw their weapons. Just as they did three shapes fell from the cavern's ceiling.

Three frostbite spiders landed in front of them. They were arge green and red beasts that were the size of a large dog, "Watch out for poison!" Revak cried as he dodged a spider that had charged him. He sidestepped the eight legged monstrosity and slashed at one of it's legs as it past; severing the leg from the body. The creature cried out in pain and lunged at Revak again, this time it jumped in the air. With a cry he slashed at it mid-air and the spider fell to the ground in front of him, cut nicely in half. The others dispatched their spiders, and the three stood catching their breath.

"I hate those things," Ralof grunted between breaths, "too many eyes you know?" Revak laughed as he wiped his blade clean and sheathed it. He was careful to avoid the webs they continued down the cavern, and into a large open area where they met the stream again.

"At least we're heading in the right direction," Sigrid said pointing at the water, "That should lead to an exit sooner or later."

They followed the water, until Ralof stopped Revak in his tracks by blocking him with his arm, "Hold up!" he whispered as he crouched low, "There's a bear up ahead! See her?"

Revak saw her now, a large black cave bear was resting in the open area just ahead, "We could sneak by or take our chances, " Revak said softly.

"Or we can take it out from here," Sigrid laughed. She picked an arrow from her quiver and drew her bow smoothly. She aimed carefully then let loose the arrow. The bear cried in pain, and tried to get up, but it was too injured to move. The arrow was stuck firmly in it's neck and within seconds it ceased moving.

"Nice shot," Revak laughed as they passed the bear and Sigrid collected her arrow, "you hunt a lot?"

Sigrid nodded, "My father used to hunt out in Eastmarch before he died."

"What happened if you don't mind me asking?" Revak said.

"He was executed by the Empire. He was a devout worshiper of Talos, and he preached all over Skyrim once they removed him from the Divines," she said softly. "They executed him publicly in Solitude to make an example of him and to show that the damn Empire meant it when they banned Talos worship."

Then he reached under her chainmail and pulled out an amulet, a golden symbol all too familiar to Revak, "This was my father's Amulet of Talos," she said holding it gently, "it's all that's left of him now."

Revak raised an eyebrow, "May I?" he said holding out his hand. Reluctantly, she removed the amulet and placed it gently in his hand. Here is one of my people, he thought, forced to worship her father's god in secret. To worship me in secret. He wasn't sure if he had any power, but he blessed it as best he could. Protect the wearer of this amulet from all foes, and if the worst passes, grant her a good death and a place in Sovngarde. "It's a beautiful piece," he said returning it to her, "treasure it. You never know; it might be lucky."

She smiled weakly as she put the amulet back on and tucked it under her armor. They walked for a few moments before they saw daylight. Their eyes squinting in the sun they left the cave. Their noses were assaulted by the thick smell of pine and crisp snow.

They stood there, soaking in their freedom, "Thank the Nine we made it," Ralof said, as he turned to the others, "I wonder if Ulfric made it out."

"He's Ulfric! He shouted the high king to death. I'm sure he can survive a dragon attack," Sigrid said with a smile, "I mean we did."

Revak smiled, but then heard that the similar roar of the dragon once again, "Everyone DOWN!" he cried as he pushed the others to the ground just as a large black figure soared overhead. Revak checked and saw that the dragon was flying North and away.

"By the gods," Ralof whispered. They watched in silence as the dragon flew over the mountains and out of sight. A shiver went down Revakaal's spine, that had to have been Alduin. The only other dragon he'd seen that size was Akatosh himself. It was unnerving that he'd run into Alduin already. He wondered if worm had noticed him. If he could sense him at all. It was an unsettling thought that he didn't know for sure.

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Revak and the others watched as the great black dragon flew East over the mountains and out of sight. "There he goes, looks like he's gone for good this time," Revak said as the dragon disappeared.

Revak stood, taking the moment to check their surroundings, making sure they were alone, "No way to know if anyone else made it out alive, huh?" he said softly.

Ralof shook his head, "No, and this place is going to be swarming with Imperials soon enough."

"Ralof, you and I need to return to Windhelm," Sigrid said as she stood, offering her hand to Ralof, "We have to return to the Stormcloaks," Ralof took her arm and she pulled him to his feet, "they need to know what happened."
"Of course, " Ralof agreed, "we'll stop in Riverwood first. My sister, Gerdur, runs the mill. We can get some supplies then head to Windhelm."

He turned to Revak, "I know you're not a Stormcloak, but you're welcome to join us to Riverwood. I'm sure my sister would help you as well."

Revak nodded in thanks and followed the Stormcloaks down the path, then to the road to Riverwood.

They reached the village before the sun set. The village's small stone wall greeted them. For the first time since before he could remember Revak felt safe. The town was quiet. Its few residents already returning home for their evening meals or to the tavern to relax. It was a quaint little place, chickens roamed freely, as well as dogs, and a few cattle in their pens. The sound of the River and mill were omnipresent, and the constant rushing sound of the river was relaxing in a way. Ralof lay a hand on Revak's shoulder, "Welcome to my home, my friend, " he said. He pointed toward the mill, "Let's find my sister, she should be somewhere around the mill."

Then he headed toward the mill, Sigrid and Revak followed in tow. "Gerdur!" Ralof called as they made their way to the opposite side of the mill. A young Nord woman with light hair appeared from behind the lumber yard, she saw Ralof and her face lit with a smile. She ran to Ralof and hugged him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, "Brother! Mara's mercy! It's good to see you." She pulled away, "But is it safe for you here? I heard that Ulfric had been captured!

Ralof smiled, "Don't worry Gerdur, I'm safe, at least I am now."

"What happened?" Gerdur stepped back and seemed to finally notice Sigrid and Revak, "and who's this?" she said as she looked them from head to toe taking in their haggard appearance.

"These are my friends," Ralof said. He pointed to Sigrid, "This is my comrade and fellow Stormcloak, Sigrid," Sigrid nodded, "and my friend Revakaaal."

"Welcome," Gerdur smiled. "Any friend of my brothers' is a friend of mine."

"Thank you," Revak nodded, "your welcome is much appreciated."

"Your accent," Gerdur said, eyeing Revak suspiciously, "it's different. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Cyrodiil, "Revak said calmly. He took note that he'd have to adjust his speech during his time in Skyrim.

"Really?" she said, taken aback, "Cyrodiil? And you're friends with Stormcloaks?"

"Not everyone in Cyrodiil supports what the Empire's done," Revak smiled softly. "Besides, I'm a Nord."

She nodded in agreement, "Well then," she looked at the three, "you three look like you have quite the tale to tell."

Sigrid laughed, "You don't know the half of it."

Ralof pulled Gerdur aside, "Is there somewhere we can talk? No telling if the news of Helgen has reached the Imperials."

"Helgen?" she said, shocked, "Has something happened?" She looked at the three, when none were forthcoming she stepped back, "You're right, follow me. Just one moment," then she turned and called out, "Hod!" she shouted.

A large Nord man stepped out from beside the lumber mill, "What is it woman? Sten drunk on the job again?"

"Hod, just come here," she said sharply. Without another word she led him to the group. Hod's eyes grew wide when he saw Ralof.

"Ralof!" he said, shocked, "What are you doing here!" Gerdur motioned for silence. Without another word she led them to an outcropping near the side of her mill, where the sound of their voices would be drowned by the sound of the river and the mill.
Once they were safe Hod turned to Ralof and embraced his brother-in-law roughly, "Now, Ralof, what's going on? You three look pretty well done in."

Ralof sighed and took a seat on large rock nearby, "I can't remember when I last slept..." Then Ralof began his tale, how his Stormcloak caravan had been ambushed by Imperial soldiers, how they'd been taking captive. Every now and then Sigrid would add to the story, but Revak remained silent. He simply didn't remember this ambush, or how he'd gotten to be in the middle of it. Everything since Sancre Tor had been a blur. Finally Ralof reached the attack at Helgen, "They had us lined up at the headsman's' block, all ready to start chopping-"

"Those cowards!" Gerdur interrupted.

"They wouldn't dare give Ulfric a fair trial," Ralof continued patiently, "Treason! For fighting for your own country! All of Skyrim would have seen the truth then, but then, out of nowhere, a dragon attacked."

Gerdur shook at the word 'dragon', "You can't be serious, a dragon?"

"I can hardly believe it myself," Ralof confirmed, much to Gerdur's apparent dismay.

"As strange as it sounds," Sigrid said calmly, "we'd all be dead if that dragon hadn't attacked when it did. In the chaos we managed to slip away."

"Are we the first to make it to Riverwood?" Revak asked softly, fearing the answer.
Gerdur shook her head, "No one else has come up the South road today." Revak's heart sank.

Sigrid stepped forward, "We need to lay low, maybe some supplies for the trip back to Windhelm."

"You all are welcome to stay with us as long as you need to," Gerdur said with a smile, "and are free to take any supplies you need."

Ralof stood and hugged his sister, "Thank you, Gerdur."

With that Hod and Gerdur lead them to their home. It was a nice place, small and simple, yet it was also the largest house in the small town, there was plenty of room for all of them. They were given bed rolls while Gerdur prepared the evening meal. The smell of cooked beef made Revak's mouth water. He felt like he hadn't eaten in a thousand years, then he laughed to himself when he realized that was probably true. Over dinner they discussed their travel plans, "Let's stay the night, then we can make the journey to Windhelm tomorrow," Sigrid suggested.

"And what of you Revak?" Ralof asked as he opened a new beer, "You're not a Stormcloak, so you don't have to go back to Windhelm."

Revak stared at his plate, that he wasn't sure of. He knew his ultimate goal, defeat Alduin, but something like that hardly came with a manual. Where do I even start! He thought, still staring at his beans like they would tell him all the answers.

There were no Blades to take to his side anymore, and it wasn't like the Greybeards were ever interested in hunting dragons. If he'd returned as a full god he'd simply approach Alduin. As it was, Revak wasn't Talos Stormcrown, he was Revakaal. His powers dropped significantly when he volunteered to return to Nirn. Something Akatosh warned him about before he returned. Perhaps I was too hasty in volunteering to return, he thought."I'm not sure; I suppose I am curious as to what's going to be done about this dragon."

He was surprised when Gerdur smiled at him, "I thought you'd be. Look, I know you don't know us very well, but we need your help." Revak motioned for her to continue, "Riverwood doesn't have a standing guard force. We used to have a few guards from Whiterun, but they were forced to leave because of the Civil War. Whiterun needed all of its guards in case of an attack. But now, with these dragons, Riverwood is in danger." She took a breath, "Would you be willing to go to Whiterun tomorrow and request the Jarl return those soldiers to Riverwood."

"Of course," Revak agreed, "I will journey to Whiterun in the morning."

Gerdur smiled, "Thank you, Revak, you don't know how much this means to us, to Riverwood."

"It's no trouble at all. I'm glad to help."

At that they finished their meal and prepared to sleep for the night.

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Once everyone was asleep Revak opened his eyes. Slowly, he stood, keeping sure that Ralof and the others were soundly asleep. Revak gathered his things and, sneaking, he made his way to the door and slowly opened it and made his way outside. The cold night air bit his face as he made his way around the house and into the woods.

He walked for a time until he reached a clearing. Revak placed his things on the forest floor and stood in the center of the clearing. He gathered some sticks and bark and piled them in the center of the forest. He knelt down in front of the wood pile, and then focused on his inner life force. The magicka within, and using a flame spell his lit the pile, creating a small fire.

Revak sat before the fire, listening the cracks and pops of the flames. Reverently, Revak opened his pack and removed a sweet roll, "For the Divines," he said as he dropped it into the fire. Greedily the flames ate away at the pastry. This was an old custom, giving sacrifices to the Divines, very old in fact it was old when Revak was a young man named Hjalti living in Skyrim. That was before he was even given the name Talos.

"Akatosh," he prayed, "guide me."

He closed his eyes tightly, hoping, praying, that the great dragon would somehow show himself and help him. Instead, the fire glowed softly and the air smelled faintly of burnt cinnamon. He was about to give up when suddenly there was a flash of light around him.

Blinking, Revak found himself in a world of white. He stood, taking in the environment around him. He noticed he was wearing his divine Imperial Dragon armor, "Where am I?"

"No place in particular," said a deep voice behind him, Revak jumped and turned around, and found himself face to face with an old man in gold robes.

"Akatosh?" Revak said.

The old man nodded, "Yes." He smiled, "You always knew I had a weak spot for sweets."

Revak returned the smile as Akatosh motioned for Revak to walk with him, "What is it that you needed?"

"A briefing would be nice," Revak said harshly.

Akatosh stopped, "Sadly there is no briefing for this." Akatosh saw Revak's confused expression and continued, "This wasn't supposed to happen. When the heroes of old sent Alduin out of time they actually sent him forward. He was supposed to destroy a different world. Now time is out of balance."

"You're saying if they hadn't have done that Alduin would have succeeded in the past, meaning there'd be a different past… present," Revak concluded.

"Exactly, Alduin was doing his duty, but now he is filled with revenge. This isn't the world he was meant to destroy anymore. There is no simple way to defeat him."

"But the old ones did," Revak said as the idea brewed in his head, "they stopped him long enough to send him forward in time."

Akatosh smiled, "Exactly."

"So I need to figure out how they did it in the past."

"Exactly."

"How do I do that?"

"I can't help you more than I already have. The others will be watching," Akatosh said quickly, "And our time here is nearing an end. Good luck Tiber Septim."
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Revak whinced as he felt his mind returning to his body. Once he opened his eyes he was shocked that it was already morning. Faint trails of sunlight peeked through the canopy above, dew had coated him like a fine mist, and his small camp fire had gone out. He stood, ignoring the head rush as he reached his feet, and gathered his things and returned to the house.

By the time he got there Ralof and Sigrid were already packing their supplies on their horses and preparing to leave. Revak noticed a third horse had been tacked for him. It was Ralof who spotted him first, "Good morning, friend," he said as he placed the saddle on his horse, "I see you went for an early morning jaunt?"

"Helps clear the head," Revak grunted as he blinked in the early morning sunlight.

Ralof laughed, "We were just about to leave. I was worried you'd left us without a proper farewell!"

"Perish the thought," Revak said with a grin. He approached his horse. The brown mare was already fully tacked, and had supplies in the saddlebags.

"Did Gerdur set this all up?"

Ralof nodded, "She had to leave early to manage the mill, she said to wish you luck; and to take good care of Daisy."

Revak eyed his horse with a raised brow, "Daisy?"

"It's her flower of choice apparently."

With that all three mounted their horses and headed up the North road. They stayed together until they reached a crossroad. At that point Ralof and Sigrid waved as they continued East, leaving Revak moving Northwest to Whiterun.

In the distance he could see the towers of Dragonsreach hovering over the small hold of Whiterun. A half dozen farms littered the outside walls; one of the windmills was buzzing wildly in the afternoon wind. It had taken a few hours to reach the city, but he would still have plenty of time to see the Jarl if he kept moving at this pace. Urging Daisy forward he headed towards the city at a brisk, steady pace.

He left Daisy at the stables, then made the hike to the front gates. Two guards stood watch. As Revak approached the gates one stepped forward to receive him, "Halt! The city is closed to visitors," the guard said. His voice was muffled from beneath his helm yet it was still easy to notice his thick Nord accent, "What is your business in Whiterun?"

Revak lifted his hands to show he was not a danger, "I'm coming bearing news from Helgen."

"Helgen?" his voice seemed shocked.

Revak nodded slowly, "I need to speak to your Jarl as soon as possible."

"Understood," the guard said as he stepped back, "come and deliver your message, the Jarl will want to speak with you."

Upon entering the hold Revak was assaulted by the sights and smells of the busy city. Compared to Riverwood, Whiterun was buzzing hive of activity. Revak followed the guard as he weaved through the crowd as he headed uphill toward the large palace on top of the hill. The large palace was a familiar site. Dragonsreach had been a mark on Skyrim's skyline for centuries. It was comforting for Revak to see something that was once so familiar.

Revak stayed close to the guard that was guiding him to the palace, "Is it true?" the guard asked as they made their way to the upper quarter, "that Helgen was destroyed by a dragon? A real dragon?"

Revak nodded solemly, "Yes."

The guard stopped and turned to Revak, "By the gods," he said shaking his head, "how are we supposed to defend ourselves against dragons?"

"We'll find a way to fight them."

The guard started walking again, "I hope so, bandits I can handle, but dragons?" he shook his head.

They were both silent as they scaled the steps to the entrance to Dragonsreach. Once they reached the heavy wooden doors, the guard stopped, "The Jarl is inside," he said stepping off the the side, "the Jarl will probably want to talk to you straightaway."

The guard banged on the heavy oak doors and they swung open. The inside of Dragonsreach was spectacular. It was known that it was one of the oldest palaces in Skyrim, but it also was the only one that was meant to house a captive dragon. A large banquet hall greeted him, two long tables surrounded a great hearth. The tables were bare for now, but during celebrations and special dinners the tables would be filled with dishes from all over Skyrim.

As Revak neared the throne he could not help but notice the Jarl seemed to be in deep conversation with his steward. A dunmer in heavy armor stood at the Jarl's side, her hand was resting atop her sword's hilt. She took notice of Revakkaal, with a scowl she drew her blade and approached Revak, her blade aimed at his heart, "What is the meaning of this interuption?" her accent was the thick accent of Morrowind, "Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving any visitors."

Revak held his hands up to show he meant no harm, "I've come from Riverwood," his voice was calm and steady, "I was at Helgen when it was attacked."

"Well," she said, eyeing him, "that explains why the guards let you in," she sheathed her blade,

"Come on then, the Jarl will want to handle this personally," she turned and took her place at the Jarl's right hand side. Now the Jarl seemed to notice him, he looked at Revak, he seemed to be taking him in. The Jarl was a middle aged man, a light haired nord, dressed in finery and wearing the crown of Whiterun, a simple golden circlet.

The Jarl leaned back in his throne, "So, you were at Helgen? You saw this dragon with your own eyes?"

"Yes, Jarl," Revak said, his voice low, "A black dragon attacked Helgen. The Imperials guarding it never stood a chance. As far as I know, no one else escaped." He wasn't going to mention Ralof, he wasn't sure about Balgruuf's alignment when it came to the Civil War.

The Jarl shook his head and leaned forward, resting his head on his folded hands, "By Ysmir, Irileth was right," he said softly. He turned to his Steward, a skinny, balding Imperial man, "What do you say now Proventius? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?"

The dark elf, Irileth was her name Revak guessed, stepped forward, her hand ever on her blade, "My Lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once. It's in the most immediate danger," she paused, "if that dragon is lurking in the mountains..."

Immediately the Steward began to argue, something about someone taking it as an offensive, but then the Jarl stood, his fists clenched in rage, "Enough!" he shouted, "I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people!" He collected himself and turned to his housecarl, "Irileth send a detachment to Riverwood at once."

"Yes my Jarl," the dark elf said evenly. She bowed to the Jarl, then left the hall, not before looking over Revak first.

The Steward was left fuming, "If you'll excuse me, I must return to my duties," he mumbled, beaten.

The Jarl returned to his thrown and sat, rubbing his eyes in frustration, "That would be best." The Steward left with a bow, leaving Revak alone in front of the Jarl. Revak was contemplating whether he should take his leave as well, when the Jarl sat up in his chair. He looked old for his age, Revak noticed. The Jarl sighed, "I sometimes question the competency of my steward."

Revak smiled, "Sometimes you need to have incompetents around to remind yourself how great you are."

Balgruuf returned the smile, "Well done, you sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it."

"It was my honor, my lord."

"There is another thing you can do for me," the Jarl said as he stood. "Suitable for someone of your talents, perhaps?

Revak raised his eyebrows, "Yes?"

He motioned for Revak to follow, "Come let's go find Farengar, my court wizard. He's been looking to a matters related to these dragons and... rumors of dragons."

Revak followed the Jarl into a side room. It wasn't a large room, but it was cluttered with books, roots, plants, and numerous alchemical and other magical equipment. In the far corner a man stood at a desk, dressed in deep blue robes, hood up, he seemed to be mashing some sort of root with a mortar and pestle.

The Jarl cleared his throat and the robed man almost jumped out of his skin, he dropped the mortar, spilling a fine orange dust that when it made contact with the rug, immediately set it afire. Panicking the robed man grabbed a pitcher of water and doused the flames, coughing from the smoke.

It looked like the Jarl was trying his best not to laugh, "Farengar," he half chuckled, "I think I found someone who can help you with your," he paused, " uh, dragon project." He pushed Revak forward, "Go ahead and fill him in with all the details.

Farengar brushed off the front of his robes, "So the Jarl thinks you can be of use to me?" he said, his voice sounded confused. By the sound of his accent, Revak assumed that the man must be a Breton. Farengar shook his head as if clearing out cob webs, "Oh yes," he smiled, "he must be referring into the dragons." He began to pace about the room, "Yes I could use someone to fetch something for me."

Revak crossed his arms, "'Fetch'?"

"Well, when I say 'fetch', I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone that may or may not actually be there."

"And this has to do with the dragons, how?"

Farengar seemed to ignore Revak's question, "You see, when the stories of dragon's began to circulate, many dismissed them as mere fantasies, rumors, Impossibilities. But I began to search for information about dragons – where had they gone all those years ago? And where were they coming from?"

Revak was beginning to get a little impatient, "Once again, what does this have to do with our current dragon problem?"

Farengar stopped pacing, "I, ah, learned of a certain stone tablet said to be held in Bleak Falls Barrow- a 'Dragonstone', said to contain the locations of dragon burial sites."

"Burial sites?"

Farengar held up his hand. He headed toward a large pile of books and retrieved a map from the top. He opened it, and laid it on the table in front of the others, he pointed to the mountains West of Whiterun, "Go to Bleak Falls Barrow and retrieve the Dragonstone, find this tablet, no doubt interred in the central chamber- and bring it to me," he smiled, "Simplicity itself."

The Jarl stepped forward, "Succeed that this, and Whiterun will be in your debt."

Bleak Falls Barrow? If Revak wanted to venture into a ruin, this definitely wouldn't be one that he would be eager to go into. Bleak Falls Barrow was ancient even when he was last on Tamriel. It was named after a village that resided on top of the mountain during the time of the Dragon Wars. Bleak Falls was a village of dragon worshipers. The entire village was wiped out by a group of Dragonborn that supposedly Shouted the very walls down. Revak doubted that any Nord, even a Dragonborn could Shout a wall down. The Barrow remained a memory of those that died in the fight to take down the Dragon Priest and his worshipers. It was widely known that undead and numerous other dangerous creatures stalked the halls. It was so widely known that people started calling the Barrow 'City Under the Mountain'. It would be suicide to walk into the undead city.
Revak shook his head, "I have no equipment, and I would be entering a haunted crypt, alone, in search of something that most likely isn't even there anymore."

Farengar held up a finger, "I never said, 'most likely isn't there'. I said, 'may or may not be there'.

Revak gave him a look, "There's a difference?"

The Jarl stepped forward and laid a hand on Revak's shoulder, "I will supply you and any companions with armor and weapons for the journey."

Revak stared at the map. Taking risks was a necessity, but so was being cautious. Going with a partner was always a step better than going alone, at any rate. "Companions?" he asked, "Would you have any suggestions?"

Balgruuf thought for a moment, "We have a guard who is set for a promotion, sadly though her captain has informed me that she is anxious.
That a job as a guard is too dull, that she wants to seek adventure. Lydia's her name. She may wish to go with you, " he stepped back, " but that is all I can offer."

"Where can I find this Lydia?"

"Just ask the guards on your way out, they'd know more than I would," Balgruuf shrugged. Then he met eyes with Revak, "Will you do this?"

I might not find another way to figure out how to get to Alduin, "Yes."

The Jarl clapped Revak on the back, "Ha! I knew there was a spine in you!" He reached into his coat and handed Revak a heavy sack, "That," he said pointing to the bag in Revak's hand, "should be more than enough to buy you some armor, as well as a night or two at the Bannered Mare to rest."

"Thank you Jarl," he said, bowing slightly to the Jarl. He turned to Farengar, "I will return should I survive the Barrow; hopefully with your Dragonstone."
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He tied the bag to his belt and left, asking the guard if he knew where he could find Lydia. The best guess the guard could make was that she would be at the Bannerd Mare. He thanked the guard and began to descend the steps from Dragonsreach.

Asking a few locals he made his way to the Bannered Mare, he found the inn in the center of town near the market. He went in, looking to rent his room for the night. He stepped inside. The common room was already occupied, a bard stood playing a lute, though no one seemed to be listening, a man in heavy armor sat in the corner with a woman in heavy armor, he was seemed to be complaining, as Revak walked by he heard something about how "Security in Whiterun is terrible."

Revak made his way to the innkeep, he found her standing behind the bar, cleaning a mug and scowling at the bard. She didn't seem to notice Revak. Revak cleared his throat, she smiled, "Oh, hello dear, pull up a seat. What can I get for you?"

"How much for a room?" Revak asked as he took a seat at the bar.

"Ten gold for the night," she said inspecting the mug, "Fifty for the week."

"No need I only plan to stay the night."

"Just ten gold then," she smiled as Revak reached into his coin purse and payed her the gold, "It's yours for the day, just up the stairs, and it's on the right."

"Thanks," he smiled, and stood. With a nod he left the inn and made his way to the Skyforge. The old forge was up hill and sat just beneath Dragonreach. Revak smiled to himself when he had found it was still there. The great eagle's wings spread over the forge, and a grisled old Nord tended the flames, "Hello?"

The old Nord turned, "Ah, sorry, I didn't see you there." He offered a soot covered hand, "My names Eorlund Gray-Mane, I tend the Skyforge."

"My name's Revakkaal," Revak said, holding out his hand, Eorlund took it,

"I'm looking for some armor, I'm doing a job for the Jarl."

"Heavy or light armor?"

"Heavy."

"I have something that might suit you," he reached underneath the table and lifted heavy iron armor onto the table. The armor landed with a clunk,

"Fine iron armor, with nord style steel gauntlets and iron boots, bonded shield, steel sword, and a iron helm if you like."

Revak inspected the armor, it was of good quality, "How much?"

Eorlund smiled, "Don't pay yet. If you're doing a job for Balgruuf, you survive, you pay."

Revak raised his brow, "Risky business."

"Risky, but if you finish your job, get your name out?"

Revak smiled, "A way of getting your name out there."

"Just don't get yourself killed," Eorlund smirked.

"Thank you," Revak said as he tested the armor's size, it was almost perfect. He adjusted the straps on the bonded armor, it was slightly loose, but it would work fine. "I'll try not to die."

"That's all I ask kid."

He felt whole wearing armor again, the familiar clink and weight he found comforting. He left the Skyforge, shield at his side and a sword on his hip. He stood underneath the white tree in the square, and was about to return to the inn, when he heard a man shouting to his right, "Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give our praise! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one!" Well, that is interesting, he saw a small man in a black robe standing underneath a statue. Revak did a double take, the statue wasn't him. It was a statue of Ysmir. The Nords had always made that mistake after he'd ascended, Ysmir was, after all, his liason to Skyrim during his time with the Empire, they often confused him for Talos. Of course if one knew how Talos really looked like they'd know he never word a beard, nor fought with two handed weapons.

This little man though had a big voice, it rang though the courtyard, shrill and loud, "Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, mighty Talos! Not as god, but as Man! But you were once man! Aye! And as man you said, "Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter! I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land that is mine. I do this for you, red Legions, for I love you!'"

I never said that, Revak thought, did I? No I didn't. 'long winter'? What did that even mean? "Aye! Love! Love! Even as man great Talos cherishes us, for he saw in each of us the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel! And there it is friends! The ugly and truth. We are children of man. Talos is the true god of man; Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit!

The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on Nirn! Today they take away your faith, but tomorrow? What then? Do the elves take your homes? You businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial Machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against it's own people! So rise up! Rise up children of the Empire! Rise up Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine!" Revak nodded, it touched him that this priest would even dare preach of him, especially with the chance that an emissary of the Empire may overhear. He left a heafty donation, and made his way back to the inn.

It was crowded when he arrived. A large group had assembled at the bar, and they seemed to be cheering someone on. Revak stayed back and watched. He saw a young nord woman with dark hair standing in a fighting position opposite a large Imperial in heavy chain mail. Her smile was mischievious as the oaf of an Imperial lunged at her, but it set him off balance, she dodged he fell forward. The crowd laughed, enraging the drunken Imperial further, he charged her again, this time Revak didn't even see what had happened. One moment she was about to be mowed down, the next her opponent was lying on his back in a daze. She was about to stike him where he lay, but then she stepped away, leaving money on the bar she went to the back corner and took a seat.

Revak joined her in the back corner, she was sipping on ail and nursing a split lip. She stared at Revak, but gave up when she realized he wasn't leaving, "Good fight," he said as he ordered a mead, "where'd you learn how to fight?" She didn't even look at him, "Let's get to the point then? I'm doing some work for the Jarl, he's asked me personally," he said, eyeing her for any changes in demeanor, "He's asked me to to into Bleak Falls Barrow and retrienve something. I leave tomorrow. I'm looking for someone to back me up."

She still didn't make eye contact, "So you're looking for someone to charge in first."

"Not really," he said, taken aback, "I just need someone to watch my back. It'd be easier as a group."

"What's in it for me?" she asked, taking a drink.

"Let's see," Revak scratched his chin in a humorous fashion, "A chance to get out of Whiterun and make a name for yourself for one, for two you might just help me defeat this dragon problem Skyrim's been having lately."

She finally looked at him, "You?" she smirked, "Fighting dragons?"

"Yes," he said with a smile, "I survived one dragon attack, I might as well try my luck again."

"You were at Helgen?"

He nodded now serious, "It can't happen again, not to Whiterun, not anywhere."

"No."

"You in?"

She was silent for a moment, "Yes."

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Early the next morning Revak put on his new armor and went to meet Lydia near the Whiterun stables. Revak had briefed her on his task the night previous. Like him, she'd already donned her armor. The Jarl had arranged transport for them, at least to the base of the mountain. When she saw Revak coming down the hill she jumped into the carriage bed and waited for him. He joined her, and then the driver began down the path toward the mountains in the distance. The mountain was about a half day's journey away.

The rode in silence as the sun rose. It had been an hour before Lydia broke the silence, "Who are you?" she asked, half shouting over the sound of the wheels.

"My name's-" Revak began.

"I know your name," she interrupted.

"I'm Revakkaal," Revak said shortly, "I'm from Cyrodill."

She looked at him, "What kind of name is that?"

Revak shrugged, "I don't know, some sort of lost, deep, meaningful language I suppose. It's not like I chose it." Her scowl grew, "What kind of name is 'Lydia'?"

She looked like she was really trying not to slap him, "It was my grandmother's name, thank you very much, Revkal."

"It's-"

"I know what it is," she said curtly. "So who are you that the Jarl sends you on special missions."

Again Revak shrugged, "No idea, maybe just I was in the right place at the right time, that or that I survived Helgen."

They were quiet for a time, and then Lydia looked at him, "What happened there, at Helgen?"

"It was-" Revak shook his head. "One second I'm in line to get my head chopped off, the next I'm running away because a dragon is burning down the village."

She raised an eyebrow, "'To get your head chopped off'? You're a criminal?"

"No."

"Then why were you going to be executed?"

Revak sighed, More and more lies, at least I seem to be good at it, "I was traveling from Bruma to Skyrim, but I walked into an ambush meant for a group of Stormcloaks, I was nearby, the Imperials thought I was a Stormcloak, next thing I know an axe is threatening to make me a bit shorter."

They sat silent for the rest of the ride, when they reached the bottom of the mountain the driver left them alone. As they climbed they snacked on a few dry biscuits that the inn keep had given Revak before he left. It was a long and tiring climb; luckily an ancient path still existed for them to follow as they ascended into the sky. Underneath his armor Revak's skin itched, not because it was uncomfortable, it was a familiar feeling before a battle; at least to Revak. He'd felt the same way during the sack of Sancre Tor all those years ago.

The higher they climbed the colder it became; though it didn't seem to bother Lydia at all. Soon the grass was replaced by a decent blanket of snow, and the trees were no longer green. They knew they were close when the reached the point that there were no trees at all. It was then that Revak secured his bonded iron shield to his arm, he advised Lydia to do the same, the ruin was known to be a lure for bandits; Revak didn't want to be taken unawares.

Four hours had passed before they were in front of the Barrow. It was a beautiful, yet terrible, sight. Dozens of stairs led up to a pavilion that was covered with great black arches. The ground was scorched from the many campfires of adventurers that had attempted to conquer the ruin and purge it of its undead and treasures. Looking back at Lydia, Revak donned his horned helm drew his blade. Lydia drew her blade as well, and they cautiously began to climb the steps. It was cold now, and for some reason in the lee of the ruin it felt even colder. Revak's breath was white as it escaped from under his helmet.

They reached the entrance with no trouble, but they found the doors ajar, "Bandits," Revak breathed. Lydia nodded. Revak rolled his shoulders, "Divines, grant us safe passage, and should we perish, Arkay lead us to Sovngarde," he prayed softly. He held his breath as they entered the Barrow.

The entrance was almost cave-like, the ruin having been buried much deeper into the mountain. Revak was staring at the sheer size of the cavern, when he heard Lydia call his name, "Look here," she said. She'd found the only source of light, a small fire was still burning, surrounded by a host of corpses.

The kills were fresh, a mix of draugr and what most likely were a few foolish
bandits who'd thought to warm up before entering the ruin.

"This is wrong," Revak growled as he scanned the carnage.

"What do you mean?"

"If something killed the bandits, it'd still be walking around," he explained, "but there's nothing here, a bandit survived."

Lydia stared at the door to her left, the one that lead further into the ruin, "And he went inside."

Revak stepped over a dead bandit, "Might as well follow."

Lydia gave him a small smile, she grabbed an unlit torch and lit it using the dying campfire, "Agreed," she said as the torch caught. Revak was grateful for the light as they descended into the ruin; it was total darkness inside.

They'd made it one level down, one of most likely many. Revak caught Lydia give a shiver as they made it into the next level.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"The walls," she said, reaching out and touching the stone wall, which Revak just noticed was covered in white goo. "Webs," she cursed, "frostbite spiders. I hate those things."

Revak tried not to laugh, "Then show them how much you hate them when we run into them." Then he froze. He'd sworn he'd heard something. He motioned to silence. He didn't hear just a noise, it was a voice.

Revak tilted his head toward the sound of the noise, Over there. Lydia nodded. They made their way down the hall toward the voice; it seemed to be talking to itself. They followed the hall into a large chamber coated in white slime, egg sacks and large webbing that hung from the ceiling. Across the room there was an Argonian that had been woven into a web, trapped midair, "Damn eight legged bugs," he was cursing. Then he saw Revak and Lydia across the room, "HEY!" he screamed as if they hadn't seen them across the room. “Get me out! Hurry, before they come back!”

Revak almost wanted to ask, Before what comes back?, but he was answered before he even had a chance to answer. A wave of spiders descended upon them, screeching as they landed and launched attacks. Revak assumed a defensive position, his shield side in front as the first few of the spiders attacked him, the first two collided with his shield and Revak knocked them back with ease. One shot a stream of webbing at his head, Revak ducked, but as he did a spider took the opportunity to climb onto is back.

“GET OFF!” Revak shouted as he threw himself backwards and into the wall, smashing the spider that still clung to his armor. Revak repeated to slam himself into the wall until he heard a satisfying screech and the weight fell off his back. Quickly, Revak slashed at a spider in front of him, slicing off half its legs, it was screeching as it crawled away on its remaining limbs. Catching his breath he saw Lydia in the middle of the room, fending off five spiders at once as she wielded her sword in one hand and a torch in the other.

With a roar Revak charged the group, quickly dispatching two of the spiders, while Lydia had set another two on fire. The final spider backed away, but Revak chopped it in half before it could run away.

Revak shook the blood from his blade, spattering the wall with a pattern of blood. He dropped his shield and felt his head and the back of his neck making sure there was no blood or bite marks, “Are you okay?” he asked Lydia, who was busy setting the egg sacks on fire.

“I’m fine,” she said. She pointed at the Argonian still trapped in the webs, “What about him? Should we leave him there?”

“I can hear you, you know!” the Argonian shouted.

Revak shook his head, “No, leaving him here is wrong, who knows how many of those things are down here.” He walked over the Argonian. He was of a decent height and wearing leather armor. The green tint to his scales told Revak that he was a younger Argonian.

“I’m going to free you,” Revak said as he drew the dagger he kept sheathed at his belt, “and you’re going to leave this place and not come back.”

“Yes, yes,” the Argonian pleaded, “just let me out of here!” Revak began cutting away at the webbing, it was a task, but in a few minutes the Argonian was free. Revak took a step back as the Argonian stood and brushed himself off, “Thank you stranger,” next thing he knew the Argonian had a dagger in his hand, “too bad I have to kill you now.”

“Fool of a lizard,” Revak heard Lydia curse.

Revak stood tall, “Really? We just cut down a bunch of spiders that you couldn’t even defend yourself against, and you dare to threaten us?”

The Argonian shrugged, “It’s just business.”

Revak sighed, and then he used his open hand to punch the Argonian in the stomach, followed by a hilt to the wrist holding the dagger. The Argonian’s blade fell to the ground. Before the Argonian could retaliate Revak had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground. He held the Argonian there for a few seconds, “I’m going to let you down,” Revak said slowly, “and you’re going to leave, or next time, I won’t be so nice.”

The Argonian whimpered. Revak lowered him to the ground. Scrambling the Argonian got to his feet and sprinted to the exit. Revak turned and picked up his shield from where he’d dropped it, “I would have just killed him,” Lydia commented.

Revak shook his head, “He was nothing but a fool; that shouldn’t be a death sentence.” He rolled his shoulders, “Come on, let’s get this Dragonstone and let’s get out of here.”

They left the spider nest and then found themselves in a long hall. Along the walls were intricate carvings, “What is this?” Lydia asked as she laid a gauntleted hand on the carvings.

“Histories, this one of Bleak Falls Barrow,” Revak said softly. Revak studied them in vain; most of the carvings had degraded over time and were almost indistinguishable. At the end of the hall Revak saw a large door. It was still sealed, meaning that no one had made it to the actual ruin before.

“How do we get through that?”

Revak smiled. He reached inside and pulled out a folded parchment from his pouch. On it were three pictures that matched the pictures on the doors combination, “The court wizard gave me this, it should work” he said as he approached the door, “otherwise if we get back to Whiterun I’ll throw him off Dragonsreach myself.

Revak entered the code, and then there was a slow loud clank coming from the other side of the door. The door began to move slowly spinning and disappearing into the floor. Dust billowed up, causing the both of them to cough. As the dust settled they found themselves facing the rest of the long hall.

As they walked Revak kept his blade ready and his shield up. Lydia covered his back, her torch lighting the hall and making the walls dance with their own shadows. The walls were lined with multiple little hubs, each containing a standing draugr. None of them were moving now, but they stayed as quiet as possible lest they wake the sleeping dead.

They followed the hall into a small chamber. An altar sat in the middle, and door on the opposite side of the room lead to yet another hall and beyond. Slowly, they made their way across the room. Revak froze when he heard a soft click coming from behind him; he turned and saw Lydia’s face had turned white. Then he heard a growling coming from the hall they’d just passed. Lydia turned and now Revak could see a silhouette in the frame of the hall.

“****,” he cursed as he guarded Lydia’s side. The draugr carried an axe and charged blindly with it. Revak caught it with his shield, and, spinning knocked the weapon back. He then slashed the draugr, opening its chest. The beast slowed, and then Revak dislodged its head from its body.

Two more draugr came from the hall. Luckily for Revak and Lydia the hall acted like a sort of fatal funnel, preventing both draugr from attacking at once. Lydia set ones' arm ablaze with the torch before removing its head. The next one Revak bashed with his shield and then cut almost cleanly in half.

“Thanks,” Lydia murmured.

Revak smiled, “You get my back, I get yours right?” She returned his smile.

They followed the next tunnel which happened to lead to the central chamber. A waterfall could be heard across the large cavern like chamber, stairs lead to a large wall and altar that loomed above. If this Dragonstone is anywhere, Revak thought, it’s there. Lydia followed him as he climbed the stairs. There was a pedestal, a sarcophagus, and of course a large curved wall with some sort of carvings. Curious, Revak approached the wall. The language written on it definitely wasn't Common. The language of the dragon’s covered the wall. Most of it was unrecognizable to Revak, except for three words Revak recognized as a Shout he once knew very well.





Fus ro dah, Revak thought. Unrelenting Force, the Shout that was said to tear down walls and siege entire cities; of course the words for that particular Shout were here. Revak remembered that each Shout consisted of three words in the language of the dragons. Revak murmured the words to himself, but to no effect; nothing happened.

“I bet the tablet you’re looking for is in here,” Lydia said behind him. Revak turned, she was pointing to the sarcophagus. It makes sense, he thought.

Revak dropped his shield and sheathed his blade, and then he pushed as hard as he could against the top of the sarcophagus. Heavy as it was it took Revak some time in getting it off. A few minutes later the top slid across and landed on the ground on the opposite side with a thud. Once the dust cleared a heavily decorated draugr was revealed inside, underneath its crossed hands was a stone tabled covered in the dragon language.

Carefully, Revak removed the tablet. As soon as it cleared the area of the body Revak heard a loud growl, and the very air seemed to still, “Lydia?” Revak said softly.

“Yeah?”

“Can you hold this?” Revak said holding out the tablet. Lydia nodded and took the tablet as the draugr lord rose from the tomb.

It was larger than the other draugr they’d run into. It stood and drew a large battle axe that was black and wicked. Revak picked up his shield and drew his blade, “Akatosh guide me,” he whispered.

The draugr didn’t charge instead it seemed to puff its chest. No! Revak said to himself, he was about to tell Lydia to back away when the draugr opened his mouth and Shouted, “RO DAH!”

Lydia screamed as she flew backwards and landed on her back. Revak stumbled as he was knocked off balance, kept on his feet only because he saw the Shout coming. The draugr lord then charged his blade high above its head. Revak caught it on his shield as it came down. The strike was so powerful it dented the shield; bruising Revak’s arm. Cursing, Revak jumped aside as the draugr attacked again, missing Revak by inches.

Revak swung at the monsters' legs, striking its calf. It growled in anger and swung again, and again Revak dodged this time slashing at its other leg as he did so. The draugr staggered and Revak took the opening to slash at its throat. Its head severed from its body and it fell to the ground and started to turn to dust.

Gasping for breath Revak threw his damaged shield down in frustration. He jogged to Lydia and helped her up; “Are you all right?” she nodded, still clutching the stone.

Grabbing Lydia’s hand with his uninjured arm he led her up the stairs and to the secondary exit. They found themselves outside again, the bitter cold greeting them. Happy to find that they were much lower on the mountain than the entrance had been.

Two hours later they had made their way to the base of the mountain where they found the carriage had returned. Revak greeted the driver and helped Lydia board. He couldn’t wait to get back to Whiterun.

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It was nearly midnight by the time they arrived at Whiterun. Revak and Lydia thanked the driver as they entered the citys' main gate. The streets were quiet as most of its' citizens had already went to sleep for the night. Only the tavern seemed to still be alive; it glowed in the night as its patrons drank the night away. Tired and cold, they made their way to Dragonsreach. Revak now clutching the Dragonstone.

The ascended the steps, nodding to the guard as they entered the palace. Revak had thought that he would have to wake the wizard, but as they neared the door he noticed light coming from the room, and hushed voices. Revak held up his hand, motioning for Lydia to stop, and listened to the soft voices coming from the wizards working quarters.

"You see? The terminology clearly is First Era, or even earlier. I'm convinced this is a copy of a much older text. Perhaps dating to just after the Dragon War," the wizards voice said excitedly. "If so, I could use this to cross reference the names with much later texts."

"Good," said another voice, a woman's, "I'm glad you're making progress. My employers are anxious to have some tangible answers."

"Oh have no fear," Revak could almost imagine Farengar shaking in excitement, "the Jarl himself has finally taken interest. So I'm now able to devote most of my time to this research."

"Time is running Farengar, don't forget," the woman's voice said sternly. "This isn't some theoretical question. Dragons have come back."

"Yes, yes, don't worry," Farengar said more calmly. "Although the chance to see a living dragon up close would be tremendously valuable..." Farengar trailed off then seemed to have caught himself, "Now, let me show you something else I have-"

"We have a visitor," the woman said quickly, stopping Farengar mid sentence. Blast, how did she know we were here? Sighing Revak walked in, a faux smile on his face.

"Hmm?" Farengar mumbled, then he saw Revak. He stared for a moment before recognizing him, "Ah yes! The Jarl's new protegé? Back from Bleak Falls Barrow? You didn't die, it seems," he said smiling.

Revak returned the smile, "No, it seems I didn't." Revak held the stone out, "I believe you wanted this?" Revak laid the stone gently on the table in front of Farengar.

Farengar smiled widely when he saw the stone, "Ah! The Dragonstone of Bleak Falls Barrow! Seems you are a cut above the usual brutes the Jarl sends my way," Revak made note not to take that personal.

"My... associate here will be pleased to see your handiwork. She discovered it's location, by means she has so far declined to share with me," Farengar gave a slight glare to the woman.

Revak wasn't going to wait for her to introduce herself, "I'm sorry," he said politely, "I believe we haven't met?"

She didn't look up from the stone, "No, I don't believe we have."

Farengar cleared his throat, he turned to the woman, "So your information was correct after all. And we have our friend here to thank for recovering it," he nodded to Revak.

She looked at Revak, and raised her brows, seemingly noticing him for the first time, "You went into Bleak Falls Barrow? And got that? Nice work."

Revak smiled, "Thanks, and Lydia here is to thank as well."

The woman smiled, "You too, Lydia." Lydia bowed, staying silent.

The woman returned to Farengar, "Just send me copies and-"

She was interrupted by Irileth who was literally sprinting into the room, "Farengar!" All of them were silent, "Farengar," she said breathing, as a small group of guards followed her in.

"What's going on, Irileth?" Lydia asked, her face concerned.

"Farengar, you need to come at once. A dragon's been sighted nearby!" she said quickly.

All of them stood there, shocked, "What?" Revak said, almost not believing that Alduin would attack so soon after Helgen.

"A dragon! How exciting! Where was it seen? What was it doing?" Farengar said excitedly, nearly jumping up and down where he stood.

Irileth must have picked up on this, "I'd take this a bit more seriously if I were you," she said shaking her head. "If a dragon decides to attack Whiterun I don't know if we can stop it."

Revak took a few steps forward, "There has to be a way," he said with a hint of a growl, "everything dies."

"Then you'd better come with us."

Revak smiled, "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Revak thought he caught a hint of a smile on Irileth's stern face, "Come on then, the Jarl will speak with us first."

With a nod Revak followed, Farengar and Lydia in tow. The found the Jarl in his personal quarters, he was already speaking with a guard, "So Irileth tells me you came from the western watchtower?" he asked the guard calmly.

The guard was obviously shaken, he nodded since words were obviously failing him. The three of us gathered in the doorway. Irileth made her way inside, and laid her hand softly on the guards shoulder. The guard jumped at her touch, she slowly moved in front of him and kneeled down, "Tell him what you told me," she said softly, "About the dragon."

He nodded slowly and took a deep breath, "We saw it coming from the south," he shook where he sat. "It was fast... faster than anything I'd ever seen."

"What did it do?" the Jarl asked quickly, "Is it attacking the watchtower?"

The guard continued to shake his head, "No, my lord. It was just circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life," he shook even more, he leaned forward, his head resting on his hands, "I thought it would have come after me for sure."

The Jarl smiled and offered the guard his arm, the guard took it and stood, albeit shakily, "Good work, son. We'll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for some food and rest. You've earned it," The guard nodded and took his leave.

The four of them all stood in silence, the Jarl stared at Irileth, "Don't fail me."

Iritleth stood tall, "I won't, my lord."

The Jarl turned to Revak, "I would like you to join Irileth at the watchtower," he said. Then he pointed to some armor laid out on the table, "New armor I had made for you for your return to Whiterun from your quest, it seems fitting that you wear it into this battle."

Revak nodded, he wasn't going to turn down better armor, "Thank you my lord." Immediately Revak removed his damaged iron armor and replaced it with fine steel. It was fitted perfectly, Revak assumed it was made by Eorlund. It took a short time for Revak to don the new armor, then he joined Irileth and Lydia at the main gate.

"You don't have to come," Revak said to Lydia as he accepted a new shield from a guard.

"Ha," Lydia scoffed, "and let you take all the glory?"

Revak laughed as they began to move out. The watchtower was relatively close to the city. They could see it in the distance. Only the sounsd of armored footsteps could be heard in the darkness of the night. As they got closer to the tower it became more and more apparent that the dragon had already attacked. The smell of burned grass, flesh, and wood greeted them. They could see the glows of the fires still burning surrounding the tower. The group paused for a moment, taking in the scene, Irileth turned to her soldiers, "Search for survivors!" she commanded.

The guards scattered, looking for any who may have survived the attack. Revak made his way to the tower entrance, and then jumped back as a sword nearly cleaved him in two. A man dressed in Whiterun's colors guarded the door, waving his sword wildly. Revak grabbed the man's arm and steadied him, "Calm yourself," Revak said, looking into the man's eyes.

It took a moment, but he soon stopped shaking enough to speak, by this time Irileth and Lydia had joined them, "It's still here!" the guard gasped, "It's going to come back!"

"The dragon?" Irileth cursed. "What do you mean it's still here-"

"DRAGON!" they heard a guard scream behind them. All three of them turned, and sure enough in the distance a large dark shaped was coming, and fast.

Revak drew his blade, "ARCHERS!" Irileth cried and she herself drew her bow, Lydia had her bow as well.

The dragon came in for a first attack, fire streaming from it's maw. It burned two guards where they stood, and for good measure the beast grabbed another in his jaws and crushed him with a sickening sound; dropping the guards' mangled body on the ground near his comrades. Then it turned and flew out of range again, gaining distance to come again for another strike.

Between the screams and the sounds of the fire it was impossible to hear oneself speak, let alone think. Revak turned to Irileth, shouting to make sure he was heard, "We need to get it to land," he said pointing at the dragon for emphasis, "or we'll never take it down!" She nodded that she understood him. Their arrows were only bouncing off the dragon's scales.

Revak watched as the dragon turned and came back for it's second attack. Revak was furious, he could do no damage to it where he stood. The tower, he thought, if it won't come to me, I'll go to it. Without a second thought Revak turned to the tower, ignoring Lydia's protests. He raced up the steps until he reached the roof. He watched as the dragon flew out of range again.

He needed to get his attention, Akatosh guide me, he thought as he raised his blade high above his head, making himself a target, "COME AND GET ME, WORM!" he shouted as the dragon grew near, the dragon roared so loud that Revak's ears began to ring. As it grew near the dragon opened his mouth and let loose a stream of flame directed at Revak. Revak dodged, but only barely as he got his shield up. The dragon's fire was too intense and it burnt the shield, making the metal burn and the wood crack. Cursing Revak threw his shield down. The dragon must have decided that Revak wasn't a worthy enough target, it turned and came back for a fourth charge, this time turning around the tower and going once again for the guards firing arrows below.

My chance, Revak thought as he charged the edge of the tower, and carefully timing he leaped over the edge with a savage cry. His sword over his head he plummeted onto the dragon's back The dragon roared in protest as the Nord crashed onto its back. Revak struggled to steady himself one handed as the dragon flew erratically trying to throw him off, he heard the dragon speaking underneath it's roars, "Niid! Dannick joor! Hin niis krii ann dovah!"

Revak had no idea what the beast was screaming, but he assumed that it was something that he didn't want to happen, "Not today worm!" he cried as he lifted his blade and sunk it into the dragon's wing.

"Niid!" the beast seemed to scream as blood poured from it's wing. It lost control, spinning and crashing into the tower before dive bombing toward the ground head first. It was all Revak could do to hold on as the beast crashed, parting through the earth like water. Finally, the dragon stopped, but Revak could still feel it breathing, It's stunned, he thought. He stood and half walked, half crawled to the dragon's head; at this point it seemed to have noticed Revak's intent. It began thrashing and twisting it's head back and forth in an attempt to throw Revak off. Revak held with all his strength.

He grabbed the beasts horn and hefted himself into a more steady position. Lifting his sword once again he aimed for a soft point between the end of the dragons' skull. The beast roared in pain as Revak buried his blade deep in the dragons' skull, and soon the dragon moved no more.

Panting, Revak let himself fall to the ground, a welcome rest, but rest would have to wait. He stood, his muscles screaming in protest, and he took in the site of the dead beast before him; a dragon that had been killed by his hand. He heard the others gathering behind him, their heavy footfalls announcing their arrival. Revak looked into the dragons' open and ungazing eye, but once he did he felt a strange sensation. He gasped as he felt a rush of energy enter his body, not only energy, but memories.

Skyrim as seen from above, a name... Mirmulnir, "Alligiance-Strong-Hunt", sent to scout and destroy the city of Whiterun and it's Dragonsreach trap. Words, so many words, an entire existence in language.

Fus Ro Dah.

Force, Balance, Push.

The power of the dragon, the unrelenting force of the Shout. The power of the Dovahkiin who was reborn.

O O O O O O O O O

Lydia watched as Revakkaal leapt from the watchtower and onto the dragon's back. She stood, frozen, her bow still notched and ready to fire, but she held back, fearing she'd strike the man riding on the dragon's back. The dragon tried to throw him off, twisting and turning in the air so violently that she was sure that Revak would be sent to his death, but he held on. She heard a great roar as a trail of deep red blood poured from the beast's wing and it began to crash back to earth.

The beast tore the earth apart when it landed, and Revak wasted no time in scurrying to the beasts head and sinking his blade into its' neck. Lydias' heart seemed to stop as Revak fell from the dragon and onto the ground. She nearly sprinted to him, but she breathed a sigh of relief when he stood and stared at the dragon.

And stared.

And stared.

Suddenly, a bright yellow light formed around both the dragon and Revakkaal. Then white, then orange, colored lights spiraled around the both of them. The dead dragon's eyes glowed and so did Revak's with a deep gold color, then, after a few minutes it was dark again, but gold mist slowly rose from Revak's body; like a steam made of gold. Slowly, Lydia and the guards made their way towards Revak, their swords still drawn and ready to encounter whatever had just happened to the man that was supposed to be their friend.

One of the guards fell to his knees, his eyes tearing, "He's a Dragonborn!" the man cried. The others froze at the word, so did Lydia. Dragonborn? She thought they can't be. But then she looked back, the way he killed the dragon, like he knew what he was doing, the lights, those eyes. Dragonborn? The warriors of the old legends?

Another guard fell to his knees, "The Dragonborn have returned to Skyrim!" Revak still stood with his back to them, his glittering energy still coming off of him.

That's when she realized. He knew. That's when she remembered that old song, the one that talked of the Dragonborn returning, she sang softly, "Our hero, our hero, claims a warriors heart..."

The guard that had first fallen to his feet heard and continued the song his voice deep and loud, "I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes!"

The second guard joined, then a third, then all of them were singing,

With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes

It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes

Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes

For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows

They all stopped when Revak turned, his eyes still bright and his head bowed, and then chills crawled down Lydia's back as Revak sung, his voice so deep, so low and now so powerful, "You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come," he sang, finishing the song a wicked yet friendly smile on his face.

Then as if reading everyone's minds Revak raised his head and stared at the stars, breathed in deeply, and then he Shouted, his voice echoing off the mountains, and a huge stream of energy blasting into the sky and making the very ground rumble, "FUS RO DAH!"

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When it was over Revak had to fight the urge to fall forward. His muscles screamed in agony from the impact of landing on the dragon's back, but inside Revak was elated. He had Shouted! His Voice had returned, and he'd killed a dragon!

The Dragon War had ended before Talos was even born. He never had a chance to fell a dragon. Instead he learned his Shouts through the Greybeards, and, through them, their leader Paarthurnax. He stood listening to his first Shout as it echoed amongst the mountains; a smile radiating from him.

The others had begun cheering, all except for Lydia. She stood in front of Revak frozen where she stood. Irileth calmed her guards, threatening double shifts for those who weren't eager to stop their cheering, “Enough,” the dark elf said, as she took a place beside Revak so that she could address her guards more directly, “we've got work to do.” She sighed, “Hadvir?”

One of the guards stepped forward, “Yes m'am?”

“Return to Whiterun, I want a triple of guards here within the hour,” she said darkly, “we need to clean up this mess.” The guard raised his fist to his chest in a salute then ran back toward the city.

Revak's smile disappeared, only now did he notice the carnage that the dragon had left in its wake. Only one of the original guards stationed at the tower had survived, and of the twelve that arrived with Irileth five hadn't made it. Revak was grateful that their souls would surely be welcomed in Sovngarde, but then Revak's heart sank. They may never reach the Hall of Heroes. Alduin could snatch their souls before they reach the fabled Hall.

Revak turned to Irileth, “Let us gather the fallen and see them to rest.” Irileth nodded solemnly, then began commanding the remaining soldiers to begin gathering the bodies of the dead. Revak felt rather than saw Lydia's eyes staring at him, he stepped toward her and attempted to put a hand on her shoulder, but she shied away, “Are you all right?” Revak said with concern. She didn't answer. With a sigh Revak left her and was about to help the others carry the bodies.

“You knew,” he heard Lydia's voice behind him.

Revak turned, “Sorry?”

She stepped toward him now, pointing at Revak, “You knew you were Dragonborn.”

“That's ridiculous,” Revak said with a sigh, “you should rest, we haven't slept in days, and after all this you must be exhausted.”

“Excuse me?” she said in offense. She shook her head, “You knew.”

Revak started walking toward a guard who was having a hard time lifting one of the fallen, “This is hardly the time.” Revak grabbed the feet of the body while the guard lifted the upper body, they carried it over to the others where Irileth was having the guards line the fallen in a row. Revak closed the fallen guard's eyes, “Find peace in Sovngarde brother,” Revak said, Avoid the wings of the worm and find the gilded Hall, he said silently. He felt Lydia still standing behind him, “We will speak another time, for now let us finish here and respect the honored dead.” She still stared at him, he smiled, “Don't make me Shout.”

They worked until the sun was rising over the mountains. Overnight a wagon had arrived from the city, they gathered the dead and lead a march back to Whiterun, a triple acting as a honor guard to see the fallen to the Hall of the Dead. Lydia and Revak were at the tail end of the small guard. Even so, once they made it through the gates it became apparent that the entire hold had heard of the events of the night as the citizens lined the road leading to the Hall of the Dead. As Revak passed he caught the sound of hushed voices and the sight of eyes darting away from him. Revak had hoped he would be able to leave the city quietly in the night, but apparently the word of a Dragonborn spread faster than even a dragon could fly.

The local priest of Arkay dressed in black robes greeted the guard as they arrived at the Hall, as the dead were carried underground the priest's arms were raised and his mouth moved, repeating ancient prayers to lead the souls of the dead warriors to Sovngarde. Once all the dead were delivered the citizens and guards departed, save for the families of the fallen who grieved outside the gates of the Hall of the Dead.

Revak watched the mourning for a moment, then, his heart heavy, he turned right and headed down the road toward the great white tree, and near it, the statue that represented Talos. With a sigh he stretched, his muscles screaming in protest. He walked to the stream and looked at his own reflection and did a double take. This was the first time he'd really gotten a chance to see himself. He looked as he had when he was a young man. His blond hair cropped short, his eyes deep blue, his features were fair and defined, at least for a Nord, even though he was covered in dirt and muck. Stubble had already started to grow on his face making his face look a little rough. Revak removed his guantlets and used the cool water to rinse the dirt and blood from his arms, neck and face.

Revak sat on the bench in front of the statue. It was early in the morning and the preacher hadn't began yet; in fact he was no where in sight. He stared at himself. Well, not really himself, but what the Nords invisioned him as. Anywhere you go in the Empire they have a different vision of Talos, or a different name. The Nords called him Talos or Ysmir, the Imperials know him as Tiber Septim, there are even a few who might recognize him as Wulf. The statue of Ysmir before him showed a strong Nord with a large beard and wearing a winged helm.

Revak leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. The fatigue of recent events now consuming him. How many had died all ready from Alduin's rage? First Helgen, and now the watchtower. How many would it be in the end? He kept returning to the tower, if he'd killed Mirmulnir, for he now understood that to be the dragon's name, earlier would more guards have survived? Even one more? And now Lydia suspected him, of what he wasn't even sure. She suspected that he knew he was Dragonborn already, which is true, but he's also so much more than that. Did he dare trust telling any mortals? He shivered even though the word hadn't been said aloud. It felt wrong calling them mortals; wasn't he one of them at one point? He didn't even know the extent of this body's power. So far he'd been able to Shout, but it was not as powerful as he'd hoped, nor was it as powerful a Shout as the ones that he had summoned in his previous life. As of yet he hasn't displayed any sort of godly power; at least he hadn't made something float in the air.

He jumped slightly as he felt a rain drop on his neck, then another, within a few minutes a steady downpour began, Revak stood, thinking to find shelter when suddenly it stopped, but the sky was still black with clouds. He heard thunder boom causing the ground to shake slightly, then he heard a voice, no not one voice but many, voice that seemed to be coming from the sky itself, a voice saying one word clear and strong, “DOVAHKIIN!”

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In response of my 50th review on fanfiction.net I've done a major overhaul on the story (and on the thread) and went back and edited out a lot of typos and errors; which is why it's taken so long to update.

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So, he thought as he turned and searched for the great mountain, the tallest mountain in Skyrim and, atop it, High Hrothgar. So the Greybeards finally have called me?

Revak remembered an era ago when he was first called to High Hrothgar. Revak rolled his shoulders and sighed. Everything seemed to be falling into place; the attack on Helgen, the dragon at the watchtower, and now the Greybeards were aware of his presence. It was like a machine that had been thrown into motion, and there was no stopping it.

The town was coming to life, its' citizens had already begun their day. He rubbed the back of his neck, his head pounding from lack of sleep and over exertion. He nearly jumped when he heard his name from behind him. He turned to see a guard. Revak remembered him as Hadvir, the one Irileth had sent back to the city earlier.

"Dragonborn?"

Revak gave a soft smile, "I guess that'd be me then?"

"The Jarl has requested your presence," Hadvir said shortly.

Revak's smile disappeared from his face, "Very well then." He followed the guard to the palace. When he arrived he found the Jarl, Irileth, and a man in heavy armor in a heated discussion with the steward. The steward held up his hand to stop the conversation and approached Revak, "Good, you're finally here. The Jarl has been waiting for you."

The Jarl continued speaking with the armored man, "You heard the summons. What else could it mean?" He shook his head in reverence, "The Greybeards..." he stopped when he noticed Revak standing there.

The man in armor stepped forward, his eyes on Revak, "We were just talking about you. My name's Hrongar, my brother needs a word with you."

Silence, then the Jarl sat down, "So," he began, never taking his eyes off Revak, "what happened at the watch tower? Was the dragon there?"

"I think you already know, my Jarl," Revak said stiffly. "When we arrived at the watchtower we found it already had been attacked by the dragon. The beast returned a few moments later," Revak paused, "It was destroyed and the watchtower was saved."

Bulgraaf nodded in awe, "I knew I could count on Irileth, but there must be more than that."

Revak hesitated as he formed the words, "I'm Dragonborn."

The Jarl's eyes grew wide, "Dragonborn? What do you know about the Dragonborn?"

"Enough it seems," Revak said steadily.

"So it's true," the Jarl said as he shook his head, "I can't believe it. Can you shout?" Revak nodded.

"By the gods," Hrongar said, shaken, "a Dragonborn!"

The steward stepped forward, shaking his head, "Hrongar, calm yourself: What does any of this Nord nonsense have to do with our friend here?"

"Excuse me?" Revak almost growled as he lost all patience with this Imperial, "As a Nord I think this 'Nord nonsense' has quite a lot to do with me, Imperial." Shocked the steward closed his mouth and said no more. Good, Revak thought, I've had enough of this sorry man for a lifetime.

Balgruuf could hardly hold back his smile, "It's all right, Avenicci, but I think we Nords hold our own traditions and history a little more important than an Imperial would. I think it's best you return to your quarters." The steward nodded and backed away. Inside, Revak smiled, he could almost see the Imperial's tale hanging between his legs in defeat.

The three Nords were silent, it was Revak who spoke first, "The Greybeards have called me to their mountain. I cannot refuse their summons."

The Jarl stared at Revak, "I know, Dragonborn, I know. I envy you you know. To climb the seven thousand steps again," he paused, lost in thought, "I made the pilgrimage once, did you know that?"

"No, my lord, I didn't."

The Jarl smiled, "Go to High Hrothgar, Dragonborn, and see the Greybeards. But first," he stood, and drew the silver sword at his belt, "kneel."

Revakkaal knelt before the Jarl and bowed his head as the Jarl stood before him with his blade at his side, "You've done a great service for my city, Dragonborn," he then laid his sword on Revak's shoulder, "By my right, as Jarl of Whiterun, I name you, Revakkaal," he moved the blade to Revak's other shoulder, "Thane of Whiterun. You may stand, my Thane."

Revak nodded, "Thank you, my Jarl."

Balgruuf smiled, "It is the greatest honor I can give you. Also," he then reached into his robes, and offered a small silver key to Revak. Revak took it and studied it; it was obviously a house key. "There is a home available here in the city. I'd like you to have it. It's called Breezehome. You'll find it furnished and ready for you."

"Thank you, my Jarl," Revak said as he pocketed the key and smiled, "it is a generous gift, truly, thank you."

"I have also taken the liberty to appoint you a housecarl."

"Housecarl, my lord?"

"Yes," Balgruuf nodded, "I've appointed Lydia as your personal housecarl. She will guard your home, and yourself if the need arise."

"Again thank you, my Jarl," Revak bowed.

The Jarl smiled, "Go, rest and prepare for your journey to the Greybeards. May the Divines guard you, Dragonborn." Revak smiled, If you only knew.

Hrongar bowed to Revak, "It was an honor meeting you, Dragonborn."

With another bow Revak made his exit. He made his way to his new home, though he was not eager to arrive. It was most likely that Lydia was there already. He did not want to approach her so soon after she'd questioned him. Part of him wished that he could have chosen his own housecarl. Instead he turned and made his way to the Bannered Mare.

The tavern was fairly crowded despite the early hour. As he made his way to the counter he accidentally bumped into someone, spilling their drink across their front. "Xuth," the deep gray Argonian cursed as he began to brush off the liquid from his leather armor.

"Sorry," Revak said, "I didn't see you there."

The Argonian was busy drying off his armor, "Ah it'sss no trouble stranger. I-" the Argonian stopped, his jaw nearly dropping at the sight of Revak, "You! You're the one everyone's talking about!"

Revak raised his brow, "I'm sorry?"

The Argonian smiled and held out his scaled hand, "You're the one that killed the dragon!" Revak shook his hand half halfheartedly, "To kill a dragon!" the Argonian continued, "Who knew such a thing could be done!"

Revak smiled and nodded, "And now that we know they can be defeated."

Revak left the Argonian and made his way to the bar. He never made it, instead a gauntleted fist collided with his skull. He was knocked back. His eyes searched for the source of the blow, and he saw Lydia in front of him. She was still in her armor. Her fist still hanging in the air. Revak straightened himself. He felt a new cut on his nose from her gauntlet. He wiped the fresh blood from his cut on his nose and stared at her, "Nice hit," he said as he inspected his blood on his hand, "I never saw it coming. Although I don't think you should treat your Thane in such a way."

With two long strides she closed the gap between them. Her face was inches away from his, and her eyes brown and fierce. Lydia poked Revak hard in the chest with her index finger, "You knew," she said, accenting both words with sharp pokes to Revak's chest. A crowd had gathered around them, silent witnesses to Lydia's rage.

Revak gently pushed her away, only to, once again, be stuck in the nose. Revak gingerly touched his nose, confirming it wasn't broken, "I'm sorry," he said softly to her so that only she could hear, "but once again this isn't the time, nor place."

"When will it be," she scoffed, "my Thane?" she said, adding venom to the last word.

Revak shook his head, "Follow, then," he said as he turned toward the door. The heavy footfalls behind him told him that she was, indeed, following.

In silence they made their way to Breezehome. Along the way Revak was trying to think of a way to explain himself to Lydia without giving away too much information. At the same time, though, he wished for someone to confide in, someone who knew who he was and what his mission was. He gave a mental sigh as they turned the corner, with Lydia now leading the way. Revak followed while still deep in thought, I can't do this alone, but can I trust her. Would she even believe me? He thought as they neared a large house just off the street, She is sworn to my service, and she is honorable. She would keep any secret, whether it be that I'm a god, or that I'm a madman. In that moment, he decided to confide in her everything. If she believed him then she would most likely follow him into Oblivion itself. If she didn't believe him she would most likely think her Thane is a madman.

Hmm, he thought, but what if I don't have to tell her the whole truth? He could simply say he was sent by the gods, not that he was one. What if he was sent by Talos? And not that he was Talos. It might just work, "Thane?" he heard her say as she opened the door.

"Sorry," he said, shaking himself free from thought. He entered the home, muttering a thanks as he entered. The house was nice, but it was nothing glorious. At the entrance a fire was already glowing brightly in the hearth. in the back there was a closet, kitchen and dining area. Upstairs was the living quarters with a master bedroom for him and a smaller room for Lydia.

With a sigh and a roll of his shoulders he entered the dining area. He began to remove the more limiting pieces of armor, his helmet, gauntlets, and sword belt he laid on the table. He breathed deeply once he was free of the extra weight and joined Lydia at the hearth. He motioned for her to sit, but she remained standing. He grabbed the fire iron and started adjusting the logs. They stood in silence, the only sound being the cracks of the fire.

After a time Lydia broke the silence, "Who are you?"

Revak's focused on the fire, "Would you like the short or long version?"

"I want the truth."

Grinding his teeth, Revak began, "My name is Revakkaal, but I'm not exactly from Cyrodiil." he watched her closely for any reaction. "But I am Dragonborn," he explained, "and I've known this for a very long time."

Lydia's stare was unwavering, "Who are you?"

Revak sighed, "I can't exactly tell you."

She scowled, "What?"

"What I can tell you," he said as he took a step back, "is that I'm here to save Skyrim, no," he corrected himself, "not just Skyrim... I'm here to save all of Nirn from a threat that only a Dragonborn can prevent." Lydia stood silent as stone as he continued, "I'm here to stop the end of the world."

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Revak could see his breath in the chill of the early morning. He took one last look at Whiterun as he spurred his horse down the road. Lydia had denied his offer to travel to High Hrothgar. It saddened him that she did not wish to go, but he understood her reasons.

She thought he was a mad man.

It was disheartening that the first person he 'told' did not believe him. He laughed to himself, what if he'd told her the entire truth? And so, Lydia remained in Breezehome. True, it hurt him, but he had a mission. And Revak couldn't afford to stray from it.

He watched as the towers of Dragonsreach faded away behind him. He would head to Riverwood and then Ivaarstead. From Ivaarstead he would climb the Seven Thousand Steps. He kept his horse at a good speed and would reach Riverwood within a few hours. He enjoyed the traveling. It was a chance to clear his thoughts and to enjoy the nature of Skyrim.

He saw the walls of Riverwood as he crested over a hill. He gave a smile as he saw the small mill town, its people already finishing their work days and enjoying a brilliant afternoon. He crossed the bridge and led his horse into the town. He noticed that Whiterun guards patrolled the walls and the town. They nodded as he passed. He dismounted and tied his horse to the rail at the inn.

He noticed a little girl sitting on the inn's porch. Revak thought for a moment, trying to remember her name. He smiled and gave a little wave. The girl gave a gasp and ran into the inn. Strange, Revak thought as he watched the door slam behind her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key that Gerdur had given him, wondering if there was any news of Ralof and whether or not he'd made it to Windhelm safely.

As he walked the streets he felt watched. The villagers gave him evil looks and refused to talk to him.

Revak made his way to the mill, but was shocked to find, not Hod working the mill, but a young man. "Hello," Revak said loudly so that he could be heard over the sound of the mill.

The young man stopped his work and looked at Revak, the blood drained from his face as he did so. The man collected himself and scowled, "What do you want?" he said curtly.

"I'm looking for Gerdur? Or Hod?" Revak said politely a smile still on his face.

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" the man shouted.

"I'm sorry," Revak said as he stepped away from the young Nord, "but I don't think I understand?"

The man stared at him, "What in Oblivion are you doing back here? Have you no respect?" He was shouting now, his hand resting on the dagger at his belt. Revak started backing away, but the man was closing the gap.

"Look," Revak said, trying to calm the man, "I have no idea what's going on here. What's your name? What's happened?"

"Sven," he said shaking his head to calm himself, "you have no idea, do you?"

"Hence why I asked what happened!"

"Follow me," Sven said, brushing roughly against Revak as he passed by.

Revak followed as Sven lead him down the main road. He turned right and down the lane that Revak remembered lead to Gerdur and Hod's home.

The house was soon in sight, but something was wrong. Revak saw that the door had been boarded up and a sign nailed to it. Revak approached the door as Sven stood behind him silently.

Revak ripped the paper off the door, his scowl growing as he read:

The following citizens have been arrested and their property seized by the Empire:

Gerdur of Riverwood
Hod of Riverwood

For the crime of treason against the Empire in Skyrim.
In the name of his grace, Titus Mede II…

It continued with a further list of crimes, including conspiring against the Empire and providing shelter to known criminals. It was signed by General Tullius. Revak threw the paper down in fury. He clenched his fits at his sides in an attempt to control his anger. "When did this happen?" Revak growled.

"Two days ago," Sven said from behind him. "You didn't know?"
Revak shook his head, "Of course not, I've been in Whiterun."

"They came in the middle of the night," Sven explained. "Hod tried to fight against them, but Gerdur stopped him. They took them away."

"What about the boy?" Revak said as he turned to face Sven.

"Sent to an orphanage," he said, "in Riften, I hear."

This was not the Empire Revak knew. This was not the Empire he made. His Empire didn't steal people away in the dark of night. His Empire didn't take children from their parents and cart them away never to been seen again. It was sickening, disgusting. To Revak, it was no wonder that the Stormcloaks were rebelling. Part of him wanted to hunt these Imperials down; he wanted to free his friends, and to get their boy back. Revak breathed deeply, No, he thought. I can't let this slow me down. I have to stop Alduin. The war can wait.

Sven soon left him. Revak reached into his pocket and removed the iron key that Gerdur had given him. He closed his fist around the key and kneeled, "Akatosh," he prayed softly, "guide them, for me." Shaking his head he stood and started making his way back to the inn. He saw a long string of leather hanging on the fence. Revak took the leather; pulling out the key he threaded it onto the leather. He tied it around his neck, a reminder of the sacrifice his friends had made.

Emotionally and physically drained from the day he was eager for some rest.

OOO

Inside the Sleeping Giant Inn, an Argonian sipped at his mead, not really drinking it, but not really wanting to look suspicious either. He watched the tavern's patrons as they drank, sang, and all together acted like idiots. How long until he gets here? He asks himself. The Nords paid him no attention; they were more focused with their ale. He was getting nervous that he wouldn't show, until he heard the sound of the door opening and felt a cold breeze come in.

In walked a tall, strong looking Nord in steel armor. He had very short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He looked tired and road weary. Perfect. He also took note of the steel sword at the Nord's hip. The Nord made his way to the inn keep, requested a room, paid the keep, and then took to his room. The Argonian sipped his drink with a smirk; everything was falling neatly into place. He liked this very much.

The Argonian retired to the room he'd rented earlier that day, leaving the villagers to their late night antics. He placed his drink on his bedside table. Then he sat down cross legged on the floor to meditate on what he was about to do.

Deep into the night, the Argonian 'woke' himself from his meditation. It's time, he thought as he stood, stretched, and donned his leather armor. His armor was boiled black and red leather, and enchanted to ensure he would succeed. He never failed anyways, but it never hurt to be cautious.

Slowly, he made his way to the door, ever careful to avoid the squeaky boards. He opened the door slowly so that it wouldn't creak. The inn was empty, the dying embers of the hearth were the last lights left in the room. He snuck across the hall to the Nord's room. He made no sound as he moved, thanks to years of training and practice. Gently, he started picking the lock. It was simple, only three tumblers. The lock clicked and the Argonian swung the door open.

Inside, the Nord lay in a deep sleep amongst furs and blankets. His armor lay on the dresser across the room, along with his blade. Perfect. He drew his blade, a wicked looking piece made of ebony. He crept to the Nord's bedside, "The Dread Father comes to claim his property," the Argonian whispered as he raised his blade high in the air.

NO! At the last second the Nord awoke, his eyes wild with fear, he attempted to dodge the Argonian's blade making it miss its mark. Instead of stabbing the heart the blade dug into the Nord's belly. The Nord gasped in pain, his mouth trying to form words, but his strength had not yet failed him. With one hand he pushed the Argonian away. Nice try, the Argonian thought as he stalked closer to the now kneeling Nord. He drew his dagger high.

Pain.

Intense, searing pain.

He looked down and saw the tip of a thin blade coming from his chest.

Sithis... no...

OOO

Revak waited for the final strike to come. Instead he heard a sickening sound. He looked up and saw the assassin, a green skinned argonian, holding his blade high in the air. The assassin had a look of terror on his face as he looked and saw a blade protruding from his chest. The blade drew away, leaving a gaping hole. The Argonian assassin fell to the floor with a solid thud.

Behind the argonian, stood a woman in leathers and wielding a very familiar sword. He recognized her as Farengar's client.

She was wielding the signature weapon of the Blades.
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Revak could see his breath in the chill of the early morning. He took one last look at Whiterun as he spurred his horse down the road. Lydia had denied his offer to travel to High Hrothgar. It saddened him that she did not wish to go, but he understood her reasons.

She thought he was a mad man.

It was disheartening that the first person he 'told' did not believe him. He laughed to himself, what if he'd told her the entire truth? And so, Lydia remained in Breezehome. True, it hurt him, but he had a mission. And Revak couldn't afford to stray from it.

He watched as the towers of Dragonsreach faded away behind him. He would head to Riverwood and then Ivaarstead. From Ivaarstead he would climb the Seven Thousand Steps. He kept his horse at a good speed and would reach Riverwood within a few hours. He enjoyed the traveling. It was a chance to clear his thoughts and to enjoy the nature of Skyrim.

He saw the walls of Riverwood as he crested over a hill. He gave a smile as he saw the small mill town, its people already finishing their work days and enjoying a brilliant afternoon. He crossed the bridge and led his horse into the town. He noticed that Whiterun guards patrolled the walls and the town. They nodded as he passed. He dismounted and tied his horse to the rail at the inn.

He noticed a little girl sitting on the inn's porch. Revak thought for a moment, trying to remember her name. He smiled and gave a little wave. The girl gave a gasp and ran into the inn. Strange, Revak thought as he watched the door slam behind her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key that Gerdur had given him, wondering if there was any news of Ralof and whether or not he'd made it to Windhelm safely.

As he walked the streets he felt watched. The villagers gave him evil looks and refused to talk to him.

Revak made his way to the mill, but was shocked to find, not Hod working the mill, but a young man. "Hello," Revak said loudly so that he could be heard over the sound of the mill.

The young man stopped his work and looked at Revak, the blood drained from his face as he did so. The man collected himself and scowled, "What do you want?" he said curtly.

"I'm looking for Gerdur? Or Hod?" Revak said politely a smile still on his face.

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" the man shouted.

"I'm sorry," Revak said as he stepped away from the young Nord, "but I don't think I understand?"

The man stared at him, "What in Oblivion are you doing back here? Have you no respect?" He was shouting now, his hand resting on the dagger at his belt. Revak started backing away, but the man was closing the gap.

"Look," Revak said, trying to calm the man, "I have no idea what's going on here. What's your name? What's happened?"

"Sven," he said shaking his head to calm himself, "you have no idea, do you?"

"Hence why I asked what happened!"

"Follow me," Sven said, brushing roughly against Revak as he passed by.

Revak followed as Sven lead him down the main road. He turned right and down the lane that Revak remembered lead to Gerdur and Hod's home.

The house was soon in sight, but something was wrong. Revak saw that the door had been boarded up and a sign nailed to it. Revak approached the door as Sven stood behind him silently.

Revak ripped the paper off the door, his scowl growing as he read:

The following citizens have been arrested and their property seized by the Empire:

Gerdur of Riverwood
Hod of Riverwood

For the crime of treason against the Empire in Skyrim.
In the name of his grace, Titus Mede II…

It continued with a further list of crimes, including conspiring against the Empire and providing shelter to known criminals. It was signed by General Tullius. Revak threw the paper down in fury. He clenched his fits at his sides in an attempt to control his anger. "When did this happen?" Revak growled.

"Two days ago," Sven said from behind him. "You didn't know?"
Revak shook his head, "Of course not, I've been in Whiterun."

"They came in the middle of the night," Sven explained. "Hod tried to fight against them, but Gerdur stopped him. They took them away."

"What about the boy?" Revak said as he turned to face Sven.

"Sent to an orphanage," he said, "in Riften, I hear."

This was not the Empire Revak knew. This was not the Empire he made. His Empire didn't steal people away in the dark of night. His Empire didn't take children from their parents and cart them away never to been seen again. It was sickening, disgusting. To Revak, it was no wonder that the Stormcloaks were rebelling. Part of him wanted to hunt these Imperials down; he wanted to free his friends, and to get their boy back. Revak breathed deeply, No, he thought. I can't let this slow me down. I have to stop Alduin. The war can wait.

Sven soon left him. Revak reached into his pocket and removed the iron key that Gerdur had given him. He closed his fist around the key and kneeled, "Akatosh," he prayed softly, "guide them, for me." Shaking his head he stood and started making his way back to the inn. He saw a long string of leather hanging on the fence. Revak took the leather; pulling out the key he threaded it onto the leather. He tied it around his neck, a reminder of the sacrifice his friends had made.

Emotionally and physically drained from the day he was eager for some rest.

OOO

Inside the Sleeping Giant Inn, an Argonian sipped at his mead, not really drinking it, but not really wanting to look suspicious either. He watched the tavern's patrons as they drank, sang, and all together acted like idiots. How long until he gets here? He asks himself. The Nords paid him no attention; they were more focused with their ale. He was getting nervous that he wouldn't show, until he heard the sound of the door opening and felt a cold breeze come in.

In walked a tall, strong looking Nord in steel armor. He had very short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He looked tired and road weary. Perfect. He also took note of the steel sword at the Nord's hip. The Nord made his way to the inn keep, requested a room, paid the keep, and then took to his room. The Argonian sipped his drink with a smirk; everything was falling neatly into place. He liked this very much.

The Argonian retired to the room he'd rented earlier that day, leaving the villagers to their late night antics. He placed his drink on his bedside table. Then he sat down cross legged on the floor to meditate on what he was about to do.

Deep into the night, the Argonian 'woke' himself from his meditation. It's time, he thought as he stood, stretched, and donned his leather armor. His armor was boiled black and red leather, and enchanted to ensure he would succeed. He never failed anyways, but it never hurt to be cautious.

Slowly, he made his way to the door, ever careful to avoid the squeaky boards. He opened the door slowly so that it wouldn't creak. The inn was empty, the dying embers of the hearth were the last lights left in the room. He snuck across the hall to the Nord's room. He made no sound as he moved, thanks to years of training and practice. Gently, he started picking the lock. It was simple, only three tumblers. The lock clicked and the Argonian swung the door open.

Inside, the Nord lay in a deep sleep amongst furs and blankets. His armor lay on the dresser across the room, along with his blade. Perfect. He drew his blade, a wicked looking piece made of ebony. He crept to the Nord's bedside, "The Dread Father comes to claim his property," the Argonian whispered as he raised his blade high in the air.

NO! At the last second the Nord awoke, his eyes wild with fear, he attempted to dodge the Argonian's blade making it miss its mark. Instead of stabbing the heart the blade dug into the Nord's belly. The Nord gasped in pain, his mouth trying to form words, but his strength had not yet failed him. With one hand he pushed the Argonian away. Nice try, the Argonian thought as he stalked closer to the now kneeling Nord. He drew his dagger high.

Pain.

Intense, searing pain.

He looked down and saw the tip of a thin blade coming from his chest.

Sithis... no...

OOO

Revak waited for the final strike to come. Instead he heard a sickening sound. He looked up and saw the assassin, a green skinned argonian, holding his blade high in the air. The assassin had a look of terror on his face as he looked and saw a blade protruding from his chest. The blade drew away, leaving a gaping hole. The Argonian assassin fell to the floor with a solid thud.

Behind the argonian, stood a woman in leathers and wielding a very familiar sword. He recognized her as Farengar's client.

She was wielding the signature weapon of the Blades.
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