Daybreak. The sky was still gray, attempting to find it's normal shade of blue. The first rays of the sun were trying to peek it's way over the mountains in the east. The first of the birds were starting to chirp. A single hawk flew over the city of Whiterun. Jorrvaskr only had two men awake. Brothers in arms, brothers in blood, brothers in bond. Vilkas had awakened his brother for their weekly hunt together. They both got up at the break of dawn and went out for the rest of the day hunting down deer and elk around Whiterun. It had become a tradition for them when they were still learning the ways of the companions many years before. Farkas, unwillingly pulled himself out of his bed sliding into his boots to keep his feet protected from the cold, hard, stoned floors. Farkas moved his head back and forth getting the cricks out. He sat on the edge of his bed for a few moments waiting for his brain to figure out which way was up before he got out of bed.

Farkas changed into simple leather armor for the hunt. His normal heavy armor was too much to haul around trying to sneak up on unwary prey and it still served as protection in case of a Sabre Cat attack. Farkas hated running into those things when they were hunting. They ruined the whole mood of the hunt and made him just want to find the nearest cave or bandit camp and kill everyone and everything in it. Once they had all of their gear together that they needed, they headed out of Jorrvaskr. The city was still mostly asleep. Guards were switching out shifts and people were setting up their booths in the market getting ready to sell their goods to whoever would buy. The night people was making their way out of the Bannered Mare heading for home to sleep off their drunkenness. They made their way to the front gates and headed out into the wild of Skyrim. They had decided along their walk that they were going to go towards the west to hunt this week.

Around midday they stopped to have a little lunch. A strange sound filled the sky. Vilkas and Farkas looked around the surrounding area searching for the source of the noise. They could see mammoths in the distance being herded around by a couple giants, but they knew the sounds they made and that wasn't it. It filled the sky once more. The brothers stood reaching for their bows just in case.

"What is that?" Farkas asked his brother. Vilkas shrugged his shoulders just as confused as his brother. The sound never came again and the brothers relaxed, but not entirely. The sound had made them nervous. Something was going to happen, they just knew it, but for now they pushed their thoughts aside and went on with their hunt. A few hours had passed when they finally got their first kill. The brothers sat there and argued about who got the kill shot. They both had simple iron arrows so they wasn't really sure who hit the deer. Farkas knew it was him because he carefully watched where his arrow was going, but his brother wasn't going to have any part of that. A cold wind blew in from the west causing the brothers to stiffen up. Burned flesh and blood filled their enhanced senses. The brothers exchanged looks.

"That's too strong to be just a Fire Mage." Farkas nodded his head in agreement.

"Dress the deer and make it fast," Farkas said staring to the west. "I'll keep watch just in case." Vilkas nodded kneeling. He pulled out a dagger and started cutting the deer up. Farkas knew something wasn't right. And he knew if he knew something wasn't right, then Vilkas knew something wasn't right. He could feel it in his gut. A little speck appeared in the distance on the road heading their way. They were approaching very quick on a horse. "Vilkas," Farkas said catching his brother's attention. "Maybe they know something." Vilkas followed his brother's eyes to the speck in the distance. Vilkas agreed and they started on their way to the side of the road to flag down whoever was on the horse. They didn't even have to flag them down the person stopped right in front of them.

It was a woman on the horse's back. She was a Nord with dark black hair that brushed the bottom of her shoulder blades. It was dirty and matted to her. Fear and sweat drenched her body. She was wearing bloody Imperial Armor with a Long Bow fitted on her back and a small sword strapped to her side. Her pale eyes showed nothing but fear. The horse she rode shifted nervously under her. Its eyes were wild with fear. Where ever they had come from, they had seen something fierce.

"Is this Whiterun?" she asked jerking back on the reins as the horse jerked forward.

"Yes, what has happened?" Vilkas asked her.

"Helgen is destroyed. A dragon attacked it." Farkas and his brother exchanged looks.

"A dragon?"

"Don't believe me if you want, but yes, a dragon." A roar filled the sky similar to the sound the Farkas and Vilkas had heard before. The woman jerked looking behind them. Just above the mountains, a dragon flew heading straight towards the watchtower near Whiterun. Fear stung Farkas and Vilkas like nothing they had never felt before. "Get back to your home!" she yelled kicking the sides of the horse as hard as she could. The horse didn't need anymore motivation than that. She took off in a blast of speed and headed for Whiterun not even bothering to stay on the road anymore. Farkas and Vilkas soon followed suit as their bodies suddenly remembered how to move. They didn't stop running until they got back to Jorrvaskr. They tried telling their fellow companions about the dragon they had saw, but no one believed them. Dragon were only in stories to scare children of Skyrim. They had once existed, but were wiped out many, many years before.

Dragons really couldn't be coming back. Could they?