I was on the cold ground somewhere near to Darkwater Crossing, I think. I could feel the sharp rocks and pebbles digging into my back. I could hear the roaring waterfall and feel the stiff blades of grass on my skin. All around me I could hear a fierce battle raging around me as the Imperial Legion sought to capture some Stormcloaks. My head hurt and when I moved a wave of nausea would wash over me, and I could feel myself wavering in and out of consciousness. I couldn't remember why I was in Darkwater crossing or why I was in the middle of a fierce melee between the Empire and the Stormcloaks, but through the haze of pain, I could see a spirit of some sort begin to materialise before me. it took the form of a woman and had the familiar bluish outline that only a ghost could hold. She walked slowly up to me, the battle around her seeming to freeze and she knelt down beside me, her hands resting on my chest. She leaned down to my ear and whispered
"You've been shackled for too long, little Mer.
Dismissed and ignored by the blessed Nine
Ground into the dust by the dread Daedra
Left to fulfill a prophecy made by old blind men
And tied into servitude under the Elder Scrolls,"
Then she paused
"But no more".
"Your world is beginning to change, and you shall begin to notice these changes very soon. You shall gain the power to remain independent throughout the events that rock Skyrim. You are an island stranded in the chaos created from your own people as they wage their misguided crusade. Skyrim is in turmoil, Skyrim is in danger but it is not your job to fix it little Mer."
She stood up and looked down at me. Her long hair seemed to blow in a non existent wind. Her features were that of a Nord, or a Breton and a kind smile graced her face as she looked at me
"Stay safe Aldimaro. Skyrim holds great challenges for you, but also moments of happiness. May you be wise enough to recognise them, and strong enough to keep them close".
She walked away a little while, and stared down at the dead of both sides and paused, then shook her head and carried on walk and began to sing
"Towards the end the dead do sing
And feast in halls of light,
What now lies in wait, and fate will bring,"
She began walking into the throng of soldiers, and her voice had lowered to such an extent that I almost missed the next few words out of her mouth,
"Alduin's demise in Sovngarde bright"
At the last word time started to flow again, and the battle resumed. The last thing I felt before darkness embraced me was a boot connecting with the side of my head knocking me senseless.