Lilly Dragmire was absolutely exhausted. Seriously, was her gym teacher crazy? Her legs were just about to give out. Lilly had just ran eight miles. Eight goddamned miles up hills, through central park, passed the Sour Apple bar on the corner of west Mason street, and now had to jog all the way back to school.

"I hate this school," she muttered under her breath, and began the long trek back to her school, already far behind the rest of the girls and her teacher.

She had to admit though; the solitude was actually kind of nice. Her long, straight hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore her nice and comfortable work-out outfit: a tight black tank top with black tennis shorts that blended nicely with her light, cocoa colored skin. Yeah, she looked pretty damn good for a 17-year-old girl covered in sweat. Not that any guys would look at her though, she thought and frowned to herself. See, she was adopted out of a pretty bad situation. Her birth mother had apparently left her in a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant and Lilly's "mother" just happened to work at that place. Events happened, arguments ensued, and she became a Dragmire.

I can't really blame her, thought Lilly. It's not like I could actually succeed at anything aside from failing classes and slacking at everything.

"And that's the reason I have no friends," Lilly muttered as she walked past a couple in the park, making-out hard enough to permanently mold their faces together. Who the hell does that anymore?

Lilly shook her head and continued walking, until she suddenly found herself on a dock, looking down at dark blue water. How did I get here, she thought to herself. She shook her head at her own oblivious behavior and sat down at the edge of the dock, staring into the water at her reflection. She had just begun to think about how her weird, hazel eyes might be pretty when she noticed that the water was…shimmering?

She looked closer, swearing that she could see a mountain in the shimmering water.

"That's weird," She said aloud to herself. There weren't any mountains near here. Lilly started to lean closer, and slipped on the dock, plunging into the cold water. She abruptly held her breath, but realized there was no water around her. Instead, she was falling, falling, falling…

Farengar Secret-Fire was bored. Astonishingly bored. Ever since the Dragon Crisis ended along with the Rebellion almost three years ago, he had spent most of his time studying ancient volumes on the subject of ancient prophecies. The only thing he hadn't read in all of Skyrim was probably the Elder Scrolls. He chuckled to himself a bit at that. If only he could succeed in such a feat.

Lost in his hopeful musings, he hadn't noticed the Jarl of Whiterun standing in his doorway until he cleared his throat. Farengar slipped out of his hopeful thoughts and looked up at his Jarl, standing respectfully. "Is there something you need, my Jarl?"

"Yes," Jarl Balgruff the Greater began, "but if you are too busy with your thoughts, I suppose I could ask someone else to look at the woman who fell from the sky and onto the Great Porch," he mused.

Farengar felt a smile warm his face at the thought of such a thing.

"Really, my Jarl, I have heard better jokes from that bar down at the Bannered-Mare." The Jarl's face fell into a completely serious look. A face that meant that what he said was truth. Farengar felt his smile fall away and walked with the Jarl to the Great porch.

The chill of the Skyrim wind bit into his skin, even under his thick wizard robes. When he walked through the door, his anticipation grew with each footstep leading him closer to this, "fallen Nord", or what he assumed to be a Nord, but when he reached his destination, his breath caught in his throat.

She was obviously not a Nord by the looks of her features. She had a slender face with large eyes and a slightly curved nose. Her lips were a perfect shape. Not too thin or thick, but a perfect in-between. Her skin was not as dark as a Redguards, but lighter, like the color of an almond. Her long, earthen colored hair was tied back in a lose ponytail. She was…Beautiful. Farengar must have stared to long, because the other women tending to her unconscious body were looking up at him with eerily knowing eyes. He cleared his throat and kneeled down to check the girls' vitals and administer a healing spell. Being this close to her now, he could smell an odd smell on her. It wasn't exactly unappealing; on the contrary, it smelled heavenly mixed with the small amount of her own fragrance mixed with... Farengar shook his head to clear his thoughts. What is wrong with me, he thought. The girl has yet to even open her eyes and yet I'm-

The mysterious woman opened her eyes and sat up abruptly, making everyone, save for him, back away in surprise.

"Are you alright, miss?", Farengar asked, his voice edged with caution.

The woman looked around at her surroundings, then at everyone, then at Farengar. Her hazel eyes held his and he felt his heartbeat quicken slightly. She stared for a few moments then finally muttered something so quiet, he strained to hear her.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, where am I?", she asked, worry slipping into her voice.

Farengar cleared his throat after a few more moments of awkward silence.

"You are in the province of Skyrim, in Whiterun hold. I am the court wizard, Farengar Secret-Fire. What is your name?" The girl looked up at him, her hazel eyes brimming with questions, but she held them down as she began, her voice shaking slightly.

"I'm Lilly. Lilly Dragmire."

A/N: Well, there you have it! My fist chapter. Rate and review, my lovelies! I love reading reviews =)