I wake up looking to the left of my bed to see my mirror, I turn to my wardrobe and pick out some jeans, a black shirt and my coat, I sit back down on my bed and rest my eyes...

"Kasper," A distant voice calls to me.

I open my eyes to see my room, sturdy wooden walls with resistance posters nailed to them. I look to the door to see my mother walking to me, wearing the same ragged robe as yesterday. Times are hard but we make due with what we have.

"Oh Kasper, awake finally," She says while sitting next to me.

"Oh my child, my little Kasper."

She swept the hair from my forehead, I wanted to say something but...it was as if I couldn't, Some overpowering force was keeping me still and silent. My room was going through random pacing of shakes almost like the kind in thunder, or that of an earthquake. I glance at my window to see our soldiers running.

"Oh, Kasper," She said.

"Dont be afraid Kasper, they'll leave soon. They never stay too long."

She smiled at me, a single tear fell down her cheek.

"Oh my baby, soon we will be free, one day someone will make a stand," She said, smiling.

"The dragons have broken the left flank," A voice outside screams.

At this point my mother was holding me tightly, then a loud noise from outside my room clashed against the door.

The man who was screaming pushed the door open. "He's here!" The man dropped to the floor and it became quickly clear as to why, his entire back was scorched.

"Kasper, Mommy has to go now, I'll see you again my child," At that moment the constant urge of curiosity made me spring from my bed. I pushed the door open and sprinted, the light flares of fire blinded me. I looked around to see the structures around me crumble, the smell of burning flesh stinging my nostrils, and spotted the limp form of my mother on the ground, her skin burnt and charred.

"MOTHER!" I scream, sprinting to her side.

"Kasper..." Her voice was weak and seemed to come from a distant place, drowned out by the sound of screaming that shook the air all around us. "My son, you must go to the cellar... Make a stand... Change the world...Go my son...Go.."

"Mom... mom, no!" I screamed, clutching the front of her robes in desperation as I watched the color leave her ashen cheeks. "Don't leave me, mom, please!"

Suddenly I was in the shadow of a large figure. I looked up and to my dismay, it was him.

It was Alduin.

I stood up and sprinted to the cellar. I could hear the sounds of burning from behind me as I ran. I slammed the cellar door tightly and everything went silent, I heard the small flickering of a flame behind me, which was a single torch light. I picked it up to light the long stairway. As I walked, the signs and posters were already hints of what my mother meant. The posters were resistance posters, all with the same quote emblazoned upon them: "JOIN THE RESISTANCE, CHANGE THE WORLD!" I continued down the stairs and emerged into the darkness of the large Cellar.

"Your mother said you would come...eventually," A voice said from the distance.

"Who's there!" I shouted into the black abyss.

"I assure you that I am no foe," replied the voice. "Not to you, at least."

"How can I trust you?" I replied, the doubt evident in the quiver of voice.

"Because If you couldn't" his footsteps echoed off the stone walls. "You would already know..." A dragons face appeared from the darkness. "My name is Odahviing, I am here by your ancestors final request."

The gasp left my mouth before the words had time to register. I stumbled backwards, as though the impact of what he had said pushed me.

"Odahviing? You mean the dragon who helped DovahKiin get to Sovngarde?" I asked.

"Yes, And you must be the one, hmm? The Kasper he spoke of?"

"Who spoke of me?"

"Parrthurnax," Odahviing replied.

"Parrthurnax? But isn't that the same dragon who taught DovahKiin?"

"The very same," Odahviing replied.

"What does he want of me?"

"He wishes to train you in the way of the voice," Odahviing replied.

"The voice? You mean the dragon language?" I ask

"The same language that DovahKiin learned over 2000 years ago," explained Odahviing.

"So how can we get there?" I ask.

"Well...considering the fact that you're a mere child.. I suppose the stairs are out of the question," Odahviing pondered a moment, "Of course I could fly you there, if you trust me."

"I have no reason to distrust..." I reply

"Just like your ancestor, you recognize when you have no other options," says Odahviing. "I like that."

The dragon turned to a large gate in the center of the other side of the room, I walked towards it to see a a small table with a note on it...

My son, Kasper. By this point I have gone from this world, know that I love you and that even though I am gone, I will always be with you. Take my sword and rifle and rise against your enemies. You're destined for greatness.

A small ring lay beside the note with a dragon insignia on it, it was a perfect fit to my ring finger...I suppose it was meant for me.

"Are you ready to see the world as only a Dovah can?" Odahviing asked me.

I pulled the lever and opened the gate, the glare of the sun blinded me but quickly my eyes adjusted.

"I'm ready," I said, the determination building like a fire inside of my chest.

Odahviing leaned his head towards me and I grabbed his horn and pulled myself up. My heart was pounding...I was leaving the town I had never left before. My home, my friends... If I had any left.

I could feel the cool winds of my homeland, Skyrim, brushing through my hair. I took a deep breath of the icy air.

"Hang on," Odahviing commanded.

Suddenly the gust of wind hit me. We were flying, if I wasn't lost in my thoughts I would be captivated.. I could see...everything. The city where I ran to see Amelia, the pine forest where me and my friends would train... Even my home..Wreathed in flame...

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The Throat of the World," Odahviing replied.

I turned my gaze to a giant mountain overlooking Skyrim...The Throat of the World, I never thought in my life that I would see it. The cold wind howled while we flew through it. The peak of the mountain started to show as we got closer. Odahviing landed on the top of the snowy mountain, I stepped down into the snow realizing how cold it was.

"What now?" I ask.

"Go and speak with the Elder," Odaviing replied.

I walked slowly to a large stone wall with a language I could not understand. There was an insignia on the wall...

"Yes Kasper, The same insignia of your ring," A Voice from behind me says...To be Continued.