Chapter 1 - Prologue
"Paarthurnax..." An old voice called. He settled into his own crevice of the mountain. Moments passed, and the dragon that had always been a little older came into view.
"Yes, student?" Paarthurnax asked, gazing down the dragon. This had better been good. Paarthurnax had been meditating on Fus, and Mirmulnir's often frivolous requests had interrupted his train of thought
"Tamriel...is blessed. The Dragonborn is calling..." Mirmulnir mourned. He dipped his head, his scales glimmered even though the sun was hiding, then looked up at the old-time dov
"Find him. Or her. We need the Dragonborn. Ysogrimr ti gwoln Dovahkin. The civil war...and the returning of Alduin are far too close to be...natural. Guthin du minin" were the great being's words. And his word was law, as he lowered his head and continued to meditate, trying to push his nature behind.
With those words still in the air, Mirmulnir took of, great wings translucent in the twilight air.