"So...what are you going to do?" the stupid question that was spinning in my head, it was all i could think about….pretty pathetic eh? "Oh for the love of Azura this is so stupid" I sat up in my bed scratching my head that was pounding quite a lot, maybe drinking that much ale wasn't the best decision. It seems like ever since I became the Dragonborn or…found out that I'm the Dragonborn I've been getting that damn question "what are you going to do now? Are you going to do something? Aren't you going to do something?"¨

It was driving me insane and I just had to take a break from it…from it all! Alduin was dead but of course there was still a threat because some dragons were still roaming the skies but people had gotten a bit more used to the actual idea of dragons so if the time would come then they knew that the best thing to do was to run in to the closes building and stay there until the guards had handled the situation. So I decided to take a break A WELL EARND ONE IF I MAY SAY SO! I had literally gone to Sovngarde for Talos sake!

I had talked to Kharjo and he had agreed to take me to Elsweyr but then of course something had to come up! I didn't even make it to the god damned Carriage before two strange looking men walked up to me demanding that I stop and answer some questions. "I smell trouble" Kharjo hissed as he put his paw on the ebony sword that I had given him as a birthday present, I held out my arm at waist length to keep him from walking up to them whilst drawing out his sword "Listen Thalmor I thought I had made myself clear! I want nothing to do with you or the war so just turn around and walk back to your embassy I am in no mood to argue with you"

I was about to turn around and finish packing my luggage as one of the men grabbed on to my arm and turned me around pushing me against the carriage, Kharjo didn't take nicely to the action and before I could react he had dug his claws in to the mans arm forcing him to let go of me "ARGH! You dare turn your back to the Cultist of Miraak himself?!" I put a hand on to Kharjo's shoulder motioning for him to let go of the mans arm. Kharjo drew back his paw and I couldn't help but smile at him, he was by far the nicest and bravest companion I had ever had and I knew he'd follow me to oblivion and back without hesitation. Trust like that wasn't something that you just randomly found.

I turned my head to the man staring in to the strange mask my eyes narrowing as I turned my whole body towards him standing in front of Kharjo "you try my patience Thalmor…" I reached up to my back and grabbed the handle of the ebony blade. I could almost feel how Kharjo's fur stood up and he wanted to back away, he hated that blade from the very moment I laid my eyes on it and of course that meant that whenever I would use it he would always hiss at it or tell me how he could feel a chill go down his spine. Would he had known how evil the blade used to be he would probably ask me to get rid of it or more like demand it seeing as he already had asked me to get rid of it at least twenty times.

"alright alright calm down you two, what is going on here?" a thick Nordic voice asked. I turned around and meet eyes with the Riften guard, he had taken of his helmet when realizing who I was "I don't mean to be disrespectful seeing how much you've done for us Dragonborn but a fight is nothing we need right n…" "THAT IS NOT THE TRUE DRAGONBORN!" one of the men yelled walking towards the guard "both of you shall taste the power of Miraak's punishment!"

"alright that's enough! Who is this Miraak? I've never heard of him…and if you're not Thalmor then who are you?" both of the men looked at each other before drawing two steel swords "The lie has already taken root in the hearts of men!" both said whilst looking at the guard "so we shall expose the falseness hearths by tearing out yours, Deceiver! When lord Miraak appears all shall bear witness! None shall stand to oppose him!" and just as they finished the sentence they bolted toward us with swords in the air and fire spells starting in their other hand.

"STOP! In the name of the jarl I demand you to lower your weapons!" the man that had grabbed on to me ran his sword straight through the guards stomach in such a speed I almost didn't have time reacting. The guard fell to the ground blood dripping out of his mouth as he took his last breath "MURDER MURDER!" the stable boy screamed as he ran toward his house other guard that were patrolling near by heard him scream and ran towards us.

Kharjo grabbed on to his shield just in time to deflect a hit that made him lose his balance and fall backwards "DIE TRAITOR!" the cultist yelled as he ran his sword straight down to pierce through Kharjo's head. And then that feeling creped up on me and it was almost as if everything around me started going in slow motion, I could feel the beast blood within me boil in my veins and with one hand I grabbed on to the blade and ripped it out of the Cultist hand. He looked at me just as I flipped the sword over and drove it straight through his neck, the gurgling sound he made as he fell to his knees made everything return back to normal speed and I swung around to find the other Cultist laying on his back with a steel arrow going straight in between his eyes as the mask had broken in half. My head turned towards Kharjo that was holding his bow in his hands panting "this one must agree…Kharjo was fearing for his life for a moment there" I smiled offering my hand to him and he grabbed on to it but as I was helping him up a sting in my hand made me hiss in pain and I withdrew my hand as soon as he had caught on to his balance again. "you scared me there as well old friend, I feared that was the last time I would see you in full motion" the smile on my face rose as I could hear him chuckle. He grabbed on to my hand and winced as he saw the deep cut and the blood dripping from it "it'll heal up soon don't worry about it" he gave me a frown but let go of my hand after awhile "what is that?" he asked suddenly pointing at a note that was sticking out of the robes of the cultist that had attacked Kharjo.

A heavy sigh left my lips as I glanced back at him "kharjo…something tells me that this is gonna lead to something really bad" Kharjo sheltered his sword "Khajiit walks in your footsteps" he said and closed his paw in to a fist as he held it against his chest. Both me and Kharjo were caught of guard as the Carriage man cough as to get out attention, he looked at me with large eyes "s…so miss where ehem…where to?" I grabbed on to the note reading it to myself "Windhelm….our next stop will be at Windhelm"