((A.N. Hey guys. Sorry for not posting in any of my stories recently. I've had a lot of work on my mind, including the fact that I just started Skyrim around a Month ago. I love playing it and I keep thinking of my character's story. I decided to Chronicle it here. Although I'm way past this point and probably should look up more information, here's the prologue.))

Prologue: Dragon in Whiterun

Jarl Balgruuf the Greater sighed as he sat in his throne. All of this trouble he's had to deal with for the past couple of months has caused such a migraine in his kingly head. He covered his face with one hand as he propped his same arm on his throne's arm-rest. He opened one eye and looked through the fingers covering his face to spy Irileth and his steward, Proventus Avenicci arguing again about where to send their forces for the Imperials.

He didn't want to deal with such a bother to him at this time.

A creaking noise reached his ear as he moved his hand. At the front door appeared to be another Imperial. By the looks of his armor, he seemed to be higher ranking, having the metal plume with his helmet. This was just great: All he needed was another Imperial here to deal with. He just wished all these Imperials would just go away and leave him alone. There were enough Stormcloak supporters in Whiterun; they might give him a bad image if they treated this man roughly.

"Jarl Balgruuf! I've brought back the Dragonstone for Farengar!"

Upon further inspection, as the Imperial approached him, his skin was revealed to be a Dark grey, instead of the usual pinkish skin. He lacked any Facial hair as his chin was slightly pointed. The Dunmer had a mischievous smile on his face as he approached the Jarl. Out of the corner of the Helmet's Eye holes, a few strange, red markings could be seen coming out of the corner of his Onyx eyes. The Jarl's mood lifted up as he saw this person. This same man who had brought him the news about Helgen and had survived, not to mention surviving Bleak Falls Barrow, had managed to please him even more. "Ah, good…Farengar's in his study waiting for you to return…" As the Dunmer nodded to the man, he almost hurried to the study to speak to the Court Wizard again. As Farengar caught sight of the Dunmer and the Dunmer of he, the front door opened once more, an exhausted sounding guard rushed in, nearly falling onto the floor as he struggled to catch his breath. He appears to have been doing some sort of exhausting activity, such as running but it seems rather strange for a guard to be out of breath.

"Jarl Balgruuf! There's been a sighting of a Dragon at the Western Watchtower!"

The Jarl froze as he looked at the man, his face paling slightly. Irileth was shocked at the guard's statement and was tempted to go immediately get Farengar. "A Dragon!" she asked. "Are you sure?" The Guard nodded as he panted, trying to catch his breath. "Yes…It…It can't be anything else…Nothing that big that makes such a sound…" The Jarl sighed as he looked at the man, before glancing to the door to Farengar's Study, where he saw the Dragon-obsessed Court Wizard examining the Dragonstone with The Dunmer looking over his shoulder. He turned to Irileth and nodded to her, who knew exactly what to do, quickly heading to Farengar's study to inform the two.

Perhaps this Dunmer could be useful for one more task.

((The main story shall be told from the point of view from Lydia. I know it's not that good and I plan to improve as I further go on in the story, but I just truthfully wanted to get this story on the website, so think of this as a Placeholder for the story I plan on doing. That's it for now!))