Skyrim: the Lost Scroll

"And that children is how the Dragonborn defeated Alduin and saved the land of Skyrim," spoke the Old Man. The Old Man was dressed in simple emerald robes and wore a few rings on his fingers. The Old Man name was affectionate since he didn't actually look all that old, just mind the streaks of silver in his hair.

He sat on a fine old chair in front of a group of children, all of whom wore a smile at the delight of hearing the wondrous tales of the Old Man. A few feet away the center markets of Whiterun (for that is the hold we are currently in) were busy and booming with customers. The Jarl's palace, Dragonsreach, rose magnificently over the city.

One of the children slowly raised his hand to ask a question. The Old Man smiled.

"What is your question, lad?" he asked. The boy hesitated at asking, all of the children's' eyes darted towards the boy. After a moment's notice the boy asked:

"Is the story you told us real? Or is it all made-up?"

The Old Man cracked a smile and chuckled loudly, the boy's face reddened.

"Is it real? Why it's as real as Red Eagle's sword!" the Old Man boasted.

"Wow!"

"I thought that was just a myth!"

"No my mother told me about the sword once; she said it was as real as you and me!"

The children all talked over each other, determined to share what they knew with each other. The Old Man kept smiling and waited patiently for them all to finish. Some minutes later and the talking ceased.

"Yes the story of the Dragonborn is real. When you grow older and learn about Skyrim's history in school you'll hear all sorts of stories about the Dragonborn's adventures. In fact we even have a Day of the Dragonborn where all of Tamriel celebrates the Dragonborn's victory over Alduin!"

The children all sat there astonished. They had heard the Dragonborn's name used in the same breath that Talos' name was used in but never before had they known his significance.

"Can you tell us another story about the Dragonborn?" asked a child. The Old Man frowned slightly.

"Oh I'm not sure whether I'm up for another story…" he said. The children all started to jump with energy.

"Please, please!"

"Tell us another story!"

"Just one more!"

The Old Man laughed and raised his hands in a surrendering fashion. The children quickly piped down.

"Alright I shall tell one more story," said the Old Man. The children smiled and looked at the Old Man with anticipation. The Old Man scratched his cheek as he wondered over which story to tell.

"Hmm the Golden Claw? No it's too well known. The Battle of Solitude? Best not put the War in their minds…Wait I know!" The Old Man raised his finger.

"This is not a very well-known story but it is a good one nonetheless. This story happened 6 years after the defeat of Alduin. This story is known as the Tale of the Lost Scroll…"