I rushed through the streets of Windhelm, approaching a Nord with a dagger stuck in his throat. An Orc with a bottle of mead in his grasp bursted out laughing at the scene. He was piss drunk. He's the one who did this. Blood trickled down the Nord's neck as he let out a gasping scream.

There was no way he was surviving this. As the guards approached, the Orc threw his glass bottle on the ground and ran. I finally pulled the dagger out of the Nord's neck as soon as the guards reached me.

"He went that way!" I pointed. "Quick! He's getting away!"

"Nice try, lizard-"

"Argonian," I said. "I am an Argonian. Not a lizard." I knew I was being bold. I was about to get arrested yet I was still trying to intimidate a guard.

"Nice try, Argonian," the guard's sarcasm was obvious. "Now come with me, the Jarl is going to ask you a few questions. And we will capture that Orc because he was a witness."

The thought that the Orc would be with me gave me a small gleam of hope. If I told the truth, I might get out of this.

"If I was a Nord you would have looked right past me and captured that Orc," I told the guard, as he pushed me closer towards the Palace of Kings.

"That is not true, we treat everyone equal here in Skyrim."

Did he just say that? They don't even let Khajiit's inside cities. Argonians are lucky to even be inside cities. Orcs have strongholds because they don't want to take the Nords' ignorance.

"You want to tell that to the Khajiit caravan standing outside the city?" I added, my razor sharp teeth showing. The guard shook it off, and eventually I was standing face to face with the Jarl of Windhlem, Ogmuls the Bold.

"You look very young," the Jarl said. "What's your name?"

"Tanen Theersar," I replied, my head starting at the ground.

"Where are you from?"

"Hammerfell. I'm from Sentinel."

"An Argonian from the desert? How did you end up there, if I may ask?"

"I don't know. I was born there. Raised by Redguards. My parents died, they told me."

"What brings you to Skyrim, then?"

"I've been here since I was ten. I've been told my uncle lived here, but I never found him. I decided to stay since the country is so damn beautiful." I thought maybe I could get a bit more respect if I talked good about Skyrim.

"Aye, that it is! You said you were ten when you arrived here, how old are you now?"

"Probably around nineteen. I haven't been keeping track, you see."

A Dark Elf interrupted the conversation. "Your majesty, I think that Argonian has talked enough. Don't you think it's time to talk to the real criminal." She pointed to the Orc. "Grush Bondum! That damn bastard gets drunk every other day! He is the true murderer!"

"Enough!" Jarl Ogmuls exclaimed. "Ivema, please take Tanen to his cell in the dungeon. He stays there until we get this figured out. I will talk to Grush."

Ivema grunted, and then waved me towards her. The steps creaked with each step as we walked downstairs.

"I'm sorry," Ivema told me. "I don't want to do this. I'll get you out of here. It's gonna get pretty boring here all alone, I'll try to keep you company."

Somehow a smile appeared upon my face. "Thanks for having my back," I said. "That Orc deserves death. I made a rule long ago. 'You kill, you die.'"

"Sadly the Jarl does not play the game that way. I'll make sure you get out of jail, though." Ivema began to walk up the stairs.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I asked.

"To see if that Orc gets what he deserves." She continued up the steps.

She was an attractive woman, especially for a Dark Elf. She had long dark hair, and remarkable glowing red eyes. But who was I to think an Argonian hand a chance with her? A lizard would never have a chance with anyone but a lizard.

I shook my head and snapped out of it. I was supposed to be focused on the real problem. Being trapped in a cell. I listened in to the conversation above me.

"Please! Spare me! I had no business in murdering that man!" Grush lied.

"Then why was your crushed bottle of mead sitting right next to the body?" Ivema asked.

"That's not mine! That was that Argonian's mead!"

"That Argonian doesn't drink mead."

When did I say that? I mean, I don't, but how does she know? Maybe she was just trying to lie to get me out of here.

"I think it is quite clear what went on today," Ogmuls stated, finally realizing just how drunk Grush really was. "Ivema, take that Argonian out of his cell. Put Grush inside it. Still, leave Tanen tied up. I have a task for you and him. If you can accomplish it, I will let him off the hook."

"Still seems a bit unfair to me," Ivema said. "But I'm sure he won't complain."

Ivema appeared in front of me with Grush in her grasp. She opened my door, let me walk out, then harshly threw Grush inside the cell. His greenish skin began to turn red from the blood gushing out of his forehead.

"Best thing I've seen in a while," I laughed. "So what's this task Ogmuls has for us?"

"Listening in, were you?" Ivema smiled. "To be honest, I don't even know yet. Let's go talk to him."

"He!-he's-" Grush tried to say something.

"What the hell do you want?" Ivema asked him in an annoyed tone.

Grush coughed up blood and began to speak. "He's coming for you! All of you! Skyrim will fall! Tamriel will fall!"

"Who?" I asked. I was confused.

Grush gave a devilish smile and did not say anything afterwards. As we walked up the stairs, these were the last words he spoke: "You're gonna regret leaving me in here! Assholes! You'll see! You don't know yet, but you'll see!"

"What is he talking about?" I looked up to Ivema.

"Block out what he says. He's just trying to get into your head. Come on."

The grey-haired Jarl sat in his throne and smiled upon our return. "My task for you two!"

"Go on," Ivema demanded.

"Hundreds of years ago, a man named Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak sat in this very throne. He gave the Dragonborn himself the shield of the city. This shield is now buried deep within the tomb of Dubal. Retrieve that for me and I will let you off the hook and give you some coin."

"Fair enough," I said, still confused about what I did to need to be "off the hook." "Where is Dubal's tomb?"

"Just south of here. Be careful, Tanen. You too Ivema. I know you two have probably been through a lot but that does not make Dragur any less dangerous."

An ear-piercing roar was heard from outside. "Come on," Ivema said. "We can see what it is on our way to the tomb."

I nodded, followed her out the door, and was in disbelief. I had to have been dreaming. Could the legends not have been true? Did the Dragonborn never truly fulfill his or her destiny?

A dragon lurked in the clouded skies above Windhelm.

Chapter 1 is DONE! If you have any questions, PM me or put them in the reviews. Stick with me a few more chapters and things should get cleared up. Still, review and tell me what I can improve on or what I am already doing a good job on. Thanks!