In the captivating world of Skyrim there was only one Hero, though he has no name, the people of Tamriel call him Dragonborn.

There I was crouching before the giant, as he raised his club to crush my body I focused all my physical energy into my voice and shouted, "FUS ROH DAH!" at the giant. He flew back and roared as he hit the trunk of a humongous elder tree. I took my chance and used my glass war hammer that was augmented with electricity to bash the dreadful giant's skull in. It took but one blow to end his life. I took out my hunting knife and severed his big toe since it serves as a valuable ingredient in alchemy. It was a long road to the Mages College of Winterhold, but, it was my duty as dragonborn to find another elder scroll. The only scroll that doesn't exist but at the same time it does. It exists only in time and space, if opened in the place a man's mind could go bad beyond measure. An average nord's mind could not handle such intelligence, it would cripple and they would be lying on an infirmary bed laughing and gnawing on their tongue. Only the most elite of minds could still survive the mental wrath of an elder scroll.

As I traveled the dirt roads of Skyrim I noticed a change of weather and felt a chilling breeze. I had encountered several citizens that tried to sell me skooma and moon sugar (both are illegal). It was a normal traveling day, fighting dark brother hood assassins and holding off multiple packs of wolves trying to feed on the citizens of a small mill town, and collecting ingredients. A few times I had to fight off multiple bandits that were trying to steal from me but alas, all it took was fire breath travel along the snow blurred road when the air started to warm up and I heard a few pain staking shrieks. That could have meant one thing, blood dragons. One of the hardest to kill animals in Skyrim. I saw it fly over me and quickly pulled out my daedric bow and loaded a glass arrow onto it, pulled, and released. The arrow sailed through the air as a trail of fire followed behind and hit the dragon right in the middle of its chest. It grimaced then bellowed as it released a stream of flames from its nostrils. I rolled and quickly pulled out my fire resistant steel shield and held it up to protect myself from the ash-making flames. I had used all three power words of the slow time shout. Though time itself is slowed down my thoughts are still functioning at their normal rate, so I had thought of what my next maneuver would be. If I rolled to the side the dragon would either claw me or turn and light me on fire but, if I rolled forward I could shock the dragon by stabbing it in the chest then climb up its wing and immerse dawn breaker into its skull therefore cutting off all thoughts and reactions and then use its neck to swing under and slice open its stomach because that's where its scales are weak. Yes. The effect then wore off and I had proceeded to go along with my plan and disable the dragon. As soon as it stopped moving I cut off its head to make sure it wouldn't revive and then waited for its body to burn away leaving remnants of its bones and scales. I then took the remains for remedial uses.

I had kept traveling down the road when I had encountered a wild horse. I had tried to sneak up on it so I could fasten a piece of hide and a bridle on it but it had spotted me and started to run. I quickly used the short version of kynes peace and ran towards the horse to fasten the mount. In not time I was riding a horse towards the wastelands north of winter hold. As I got deeper and deeper into the icy terrain the road became harder to see so I proceeded to use the clear skies shout and forced my horse to gallop through the area until I had sensed it was clear. The rest of the road was clear of mist, hail, bandits, etc. I pondered about how much my life has changed since I had been caught crossing the border at the wrong time and sent to Helgen. I had been but a simple millers apprentice sent to deliver a letter. A journey that changed my life. I hadn't really remembered my child hood but my adolescent years had been clear. After a while I pulled out a homemade shepherd's pie and a bag of grain and dismounted my horse. I had pulled the bridle so the horse could eat and drink. I had stood beside him as I ate my pie. As soon as we finished we kept going until we had reached Winterhold. I tied the horses reins to a nearby pole and walked into the only inn in Winterhold; the Frozen Hearth. I went up to the barkeep and asked for a meal and a room. Barkeep led me to room and brought my food. I pulled out the document of the location of the elder scroll. I had reviewed the map and memorized the road. I finished the roast and potatoes and went to sleep. I was awoken by the barkeep yelling that there was a vampire outside. I slipped on my dwemer boots and took out my shield and dawnbreaker, the best undead killing weapon besides the crossbow. I rushed outside to see the commotion and saw the vampire about to attack an innocent old woman. As he was about to bite her he hissed; "Now you will be old forever, ahahaha!" I saw a member of the dawngaurd standing behind attempting to do something but it was too late, I had begun the unrelenting force shout. "FUS ROH DAH!" and both, the vampire, and the woman flew. The vampire flew into a wheel barrow, the handle penetrating his chest and bursting his heart. The woman flew past the wheel barrow into a pile of soft snow. The dawngaurd soldier ran to see if the elderly woman was okay. She was shaken up but she had thanked me and the dawngaurd walked her home. I decided to pay the barkeep, thank him and leave to continue my journey north. The following day I had arrived to an old yet grand structure that had a panel with gears and buttons on it which seemed to be connected to a gem. Obviously the work of the now extinct dwemer. I had stayed there for at least twelve hours experimenting with the buttons until I heard the whirring of gears and the oversized gem began to be released from the structure and was presented in the middle of a elaborate circle. I went up to the gem and released the locks to find an elder scroll resting on a gold threaded cushion. I gingerly picked up the scroll and secured it to my satchel. I re- mounted my horse and made my way to the stables where I sold my horse and took the carriage back to Whiterun. When I arrived I asked the stable owner to give me a horse fully saddled. I mounted him and started to ride towards Riverwood to meet Delphine. To pass the time, I took out the scroll and examined the outside being careful not to release the hinge that opened the scroll. The elaborate carving of metal on the front showed two dragons heading to the release button with their mouths open. I continued to examine the scroll until I heard to thumps and a screech come from the right of me and what I saw frightened me, a giant and a blood dragon heading towards me. I didn't have time to react so the giant swung its club and swooped through the underside of the horse severing its legs then the dragon sped down from the sky swung its tail in a powerful stroke and hit my whilst in midair. What happened next was impossible until now. I saw a rip in space in time though it wasn't like the first one, it was an actual rip in midair and it was dark. I clenched the scroll and I triggered the opening system then everything blurred and I flew through the rip and saw it close as I traveled between shades of colors and images and emerged head first into a bare desert wasteland. The last thing I saw was a red comet in the sky.

GAME OF DRAGONBORN:

The Rise Of Dragons