She was cold, tired and afraid. They had just killed him. She would be next. She had to run. I failed to protect him. Twice I have seen him fade away. Not again. Fate has continued to toy with me. It decided to bring back one of the only joys in my life, only to let him die in front of me. Now, all that's left is despair. Despair bred from hope. Despair. That's all that will be left of us. The rise of Grima cannot be prevented. The world will fall into shadow, from which none of us could escape from. The fell dragon will return. And that will be the end of us all.