Alright, this is a Skyrim story told from the always faithful Housecarl Lydia. Whilst playing Skyrim, I realized that Lydia may have some different views than the DB, and I thought this would definitely be interesting. At this point, the DragonBorn has already retrieved the dragonstone from Bleak Falls Barrow. Hope you enjoy, and please give me feedback!

I awakened as a slim beam of light strikes my eyes, coming from a window to my left. My eyes fluttered open lazily as I slowly conjured up the strength to rise from my bed. Strangely, I hear a loud commotion coming from the Jarls hall. I quickly threw on my steel plate armor, completely forgetting my gauntlets and shield. With my sword in hand, I charged into the Jarl's hall. The large fire pit in the middle of the great hall warmed my tired skin as I run around the large room looking for the threat, yet nothing appeared to be in any immediate danger at all. I turned my gaze onto Jarl Balgruuf, who was exchanging frantic words with his court wizard and his housecarl Irileth. I quickly ran up to them, wondering what in the name of Oblivion was going on.

"My Jarl, What's happening?" I asked. I kept my distance not wanting to anger Irileth. The dark elf's glare reads: 'I've got my eye on you'. I tried to ignore her, hastily stepping back.

"Oh good, Lydia," Jarl Balgruuf sighed in relief, "A dragon has attacked Helgen, and there apparently is a dragon down at the Western Watchtower this very moment. We've already sent several guards and a traveler down to deal with the beast."

"A what?" I stood there wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the Jarl, probably making a fool of myself. "I'm sorry my Jarl, but I think I've misheard you, for a moment I thought you said that there was an actual dragon in the city limits." I laughed it off, as if he was just joking. The Jarl shook his head, his blonde braided beard swaying side to side along with his hair.

"I'm afraid you heard right Lydia. I was skeptical when I heard the news too. When the traveler came to me with the news I nearly laughed. A dragon attacking Helgen! But aye, I guess the legends are true. Maybe the Gods are tired of us." Jarl Balgruuf exhaled tiredly, seeming very old all of a sudden. The court wizard Farengar Secret-Fire laughed harshly.

"Maybe? The gods are begging for an end! They've abandoned us! Skyrim is doomed, and destined to be devoured by the World-Eater, Alduin." I shake my head at blue-robed wizard.

"Why must you be so negative?" I ask as Irileth barred her teeth at him. The wizard glares at us in annoyance.

"Well if I'm not, then who will be the reasonable and sensible one around here?" Farengar Secret-Fire hissed, he then held his left hand above his head and released a bright ball of light. The spell lightened the already bright room, the orb able to follow him around. Irileth glowers at him devilishly.

"Just because you can cast your silly little magic doesn't make you better than me, mage," snarled the Jarls Housecarl, obviously referring to a past argument. I slowly sidestep backwards, leaving the destruction that would soonly take place to the dark elf and nord. The Jarl noted my step back and smiled delicately, softly laughing to himself.

"Silly magic!? Magic will save this world!" Farengar exclaimed.

"Sorry, but I doubt tricks will save Skyrim, and besides, I thought you said we were doomed!" smirked Irileth. Her red hair fell into her face, causing her to sweep it back again. Only by this did she realize the Jarl tapping his foot irritably.

"Are you two quite done? We will figure something out." The Jarl then sat on his throne, rubbing his eyes. I looked down at my steel boots, something abruptly bothering me. "Look sharp Lydia?" said Jarl Balgruuf, looking as if he begged for a solution, yet I was about to confront him with another problem.

"It's just," when he noted my tone, he sat back, frustrated I hadn't thought of a plan, but still I continued. "Even if you sent those men to see to the dragon, what assures you that it will die? I thought no one could truly vanquish a dragon?" I nervously bit my lip.

"True, but we have to try. There is no DragonBorn to absorb its soul; this is why I believe the Gods have grown tired of us. They have sent us to our deaths whilst dragons destroy everything we know. I think I would have preferred them just killing us all at once to be truthful, but I will stay positive as long as I am alive and as long as I have a city to look after." He nodded to me. "Oh, and Lydia," he added as I started for the door, leading out to Whiterun.

"Yes, Jarl Balgruuf?" I turned on my heel to face him. He rises from his throne. The gold circlet glinted in the light given off by the mage's candlelight spell.

"You will do kindly to remember this, do not, under any circumstances, go out there and fight that dragon; this is not your fight, Lydia. Better yet, as if not to tempt you, I order you to stay with in Dragonsreach. Do I make myself clear?" he crossed his arms, challenging me. With defeat, I return to him. "Good, now, Irileth? I believe you are needed at the Western Watchtower, now go, before the fighting begins." Without another word, she was off. Oh! So she gets to go... I huff to myself as she leaves.

Proventus Avenicci, the Jarl's steward, then enters the room, approaching the Jarl.

"Did you have any sightings of the beast from the balcony, Proventus?" said the Jarl, straightening himself in his chair.

"No, but this does not mean it's not lurking in the clouds," he sighed. Something seemed to be unsettling him. It was probably something about his daughter down at her forge while a dragon roamed in the mist. Jarl Balgruuf muttered to himself. Finally, he responded to Proventus.

"Please see to getting me some mead, Proventus. I have a very bad feeling that this is going to be a long day." His steward nodded and went to the kitchen, seeing to his Jarl's needs. While I tapped my foot, looking at the large doors leading out to Whiterun's Wind district. Perhaps I could lie, saying I was merely going to Belethor's General Goods store to browse. No, the Jarl was not stupid. I grumble to myself as I tried to think of a better excuse.

Suddenly, a guard rushes into Dragonsreach. The Jarl glares at him, impatiently waiting for the guard to catch his breath once he was before us. With his hands on his knees, he managed to wheeze out a simple word that would change our lives forever.

"Dragon!"

And there you have it! I know this chapter went kind of slow, but hey, I was getting the foundation of the story! Now I hope everyone understands just who the traveler is… yeah, so I hope you all enjoyed it. Feel free to leave me your comments, I'd love to know what you have to say, and tell me if I should continue. (Even though I probably will anywayJ)… until next time!